From the Ashes... -Clovis Josiah

Name: Clovis Asterius Josiah IV

Age: 29

Species: Antropomorphic Bull (Notable traits include horns, a thick hide, and tough hoof-like nails on hands and feet.)

Occupation: Minor nobleman's son, self-appointed explorer

Physical Appearance: Clovis is an anthropomorphic bull with a pudgy, doughy build. He's slightly below average height, and his body is covered in thick hide with short, dark brown hair, except on his stomach, where the hide is white. He's got a pair of big, eye-catching violet eyes that are usually wide open with inquisitiveness and wonder. Due to his big eyes and round, chubby face, he's a bit baby-faced and is often assumed to be younger than he is. He tries to dress "inconspicuously" to blend in when he goes out, but he fails immediately when he opens his mouth. His horns are filed blunt, because he kept poking holes in his shirts when he tried putting them on.

Personality: The fourth son of a minor noble house, Clovis Josiah was coddled but overlooked, a fate that left him equal parts privileged and painfully insecure. He doesn't really know much about much, least of all how to fend for himself, but he's eager and stubborn, determined to find his way in a world that doesn't really need him, or care about him all that much. He struggles to balance being "a regular man" with the innate entitlement and ignorance of a high-born, at times forgetting that people don't work for him, and don't have to do what he asks.

Despite having grown up spoiled and privileged, Clovis was always drawn to adventure books; the stories of famous explorers braving the untamed wilds kept him spellbound, and his dreams were filled with a grown Clovis aboard a ship scouting for land, cutting through the dense jungles, or uncovering lost artifacts in a long-forgotten tomb. As soon as he was allowed to (age 26), Clovis set out to see the great wide world, with a small fortune in his pack and a way too new set of travel-friendly clothes that clearly betray his inexperience.

Sadly, Clovis is far from competent when it comes to surviving the wilderness. Clovis is painfully earnest, but not good at discerning danger. He would greet bandits with polite introductions or try to pet wolves, likening them to his childhood home's dogs. His ignorance is matched only by his enthusiasm. He’ll "happily" eat rancid stew if he thinks it’s "authentic local cuisine" and insists on camping under the stars even during thunderstorms. He at least has enough sense to hire "traveling companions" to essentially make sure he doesn't get himself killed immediately. Still, he's eager and willing to learn, and every day spent out there, whether he be freezing, sweating, starving, or hurting, he's out there living his dream.

Quirks: Tends to overexplain his jokes or figures of speech, usually making them fall flat. Due to his upbringing in an incredibly rich family, Clovis still struggles to understand the cost and monetary value of things since he's never really worried about it. His travels in his adult years are helping, but he's still rather ignorant and naive, and is easily duped. His upbringing also instilled a belief that money can buy or solve anything, which is a dangerous belief outside the big cities. In bed. Clovis is a hair trigger, much to his embarrassment. Historically, his romantic encounters have been... Brief. Clovis did not know where meat came from until he was 17, and still hasn't fully understood how some animals are feral and okay to eat, while others are sapient. Recent events further muddle this struggle.