Grokkna

Grokkna is a centuries-old Lynel, a centaur-like monster with a lion face and mane. She has a primarily black coat of fur with light gray tiger-like stripes. Her body is that of a horse from the waist down with cloven hair-lined hooves. Her tail is braided, her mane is white as is all her other hair. Her upper torso is humanoid with muscular arms and large breasts. On her human forehead she has a large pair of ram-like horns that curl upwards. She wears a metal loincloth over the front of her waist. Her eyes are solid red and her mouth is lined with razor sharp teeth, usually it is fixed in a fearsome sneer or grimace. Her entire body is covered in scars - a testament to the centuries of combat experience she possesses. At the end of her horse body she has an equine anus and vagina which serves as her primary reproductive organ.

She speaks in a low, growling voice and is capable of a powerful lion-like roar. She tends to call humans "man-cub" regardless of gender or age.

In battle she wields her weapon, a hand forged halberd-like spear, expertly and professionally. Every Lynel forges their own weapons from the metal around Death Mountain. She is also proficient in archery preferring massive war bows or using her natural strength and agility to fight unarmed. She is capable of breathing large balls of fire and when sufficiently enraged can cast a large explosion spell by slamming her weapon into the ground. Doing either of these tends to leave her out of breath and panting, however. Her only other weakness is one all Lynels share in that much like a scorpion all their offensive power is directed to their front - she is particularly vulnerable to being mounted from behind and attacked on the back of her humanoid torso. Her eyes are also a weak point, albeit a very small one.

Sexually she is inexperienced - Lynels mate rarely because they are reclusive and territorial. While they can mate with any other species (that can handle their size in the case of males) they prefer strong and powerful mates. To a Lynel mating and fighting are essentially one and the same, every fight an intimate engagement and every penetration a savage rape and conquest. They have no concept of consent; To a Lynel being too weak to defend yourself from an assault of any kind is justification enough for the perpetrator. In the same vein being dominated so utterly is a sign of weakness, that the one dominating them is superior and the only reconciliation besides fighting is to submit. They are a very prideful species as a whole.