HYENA | Wannabe Warchief

Nickname: Hyena (Will never tell his real name)

Occupation: Bandit

Species: Human

Hair: Long, wild blonde hair that flows down his back to his waist

Eyes: Amber

Body: 6'2", tall. Hyena's body is lined with scars from his many previous struggles. He is very strong, with big, beefy arms and huge, masculine pecs. Despite his very fit and athletic build, he is also somewhat overweight due to his insistence on eating a gnoll's diet; the result being a soft, pudgy tummy that obscures the rock-hard abdominal muscles beneath. He has a rugged and handsome look to him, with a hairy chest and arms. Bronze-colored tan skin.

Age: Twenty-seven

Attire: Wears very little, only fur bracers and a fur kilt he made himself.

Abilities: Very strong, high stamina, surprisingly quick for his size. Very adept outdoorsman, completely self-reliant even in the hot, harsh climate of Dhasandre. Knowledge of plants and herbs.

Background: The boy who would come to be known as 'Hyena' was born and raised in one of the small, unnamed villages along the savannahs of Dhasandre; the land between the plains of Tel'Adren and the deserts of Tohuva. While his father was busy hunting for game and his mother worked as the new medicine woman, little Hyena watched both to learn what he must do as an adult along the typical activities and basic duties the village children had. Though, one thing fascinated him more than anything else; the distant howling and cackling in the night that seemed to terrify everyone else.

The source of these 'haunting' sounds were, of course, the gnoll tribes scattered about the savannahs and badlands. The brutish tribes of tall, beefy hyena-kin were an ever-present danger around Dhasandre, often warring with each other as well as taking and doing as they pleased. It was a life of short-lived glory, freedom, and violence. It was a life that appealed to young Hyena. So, he took to training under his father, learning how to use a blade and survive off the land. Though everyone else thought he was training so much in order to benefit the tribe, those hopes would soon be dashed. Despite the gnoll thirst for battle, he sought to leave his home without a fight. Without so much as a goodbye, the man now known as Hyena took what little he needed and faded into the night.

Hyena took to the savannahs, instantly taking scores from travelers on the road. Be it on-foot adventurers, struggling farmers, or the elite in their gaudy carriages, Hyena took whatever he could manage on his own. Quickly, the rumors of the delusional wannabe gnoll spread to the cities and a bounty was placed on his head, much like the leaders of the more notorious gnoll tribes such as the rivaling Kaz-tah Kee-tiz and Xiu-Xide Djag. Though, Hyena took only what he needed from those he robbed. The rest was promptly given away to whatever gnoll tribe was settled closest to the site of the robbery. It was his way of showing what an asset he could be to them should he be taken in.

However, the cause just seems doomed for a human to be welcomed into a gnoll tribe; villages of all races, especially in Dhasandre, are very traditional and carry their long-standing beliefs and values in high regard. It's unlikely for any of them to break their ways, making Hyena's goal a hard one to reach. That being said, gnolls seem to care about very little aside from their tribe's collective power, so perhaps it's not too distant a dream?

Personality: Loud, abrasive, proud, bombastic, himbo, idiot, reckless, naive, aggressive, restless, animalistic. Yells way more than he should. Loves showing off how powerful he is; be it feats of athleticism or strength. Tries to mimic gnolls by laughing as a battle cry and by howling at night. Somewhat lonely, unused to being treated as equal by anyone; especially gnolls. Headstrong, foolhardy, indomitable spirit. Uneducated, completely illiterate; unable to read anything beyond the most basic of words or phrases. Immature, likely to get very annoyed if others try to educate him to be more book-smart or polite. Excitable.

Quirks: Hates the societies of humans, orcs, and elves; renounces them with pride in order to follow the gnoll 'philosophy.' Despite being constantly rejected and looked down upon by gnolls, they are surprisingly non-hostile towards him. Will continue to try and pursue his goal no matter what; will become the strongest in the badlands in order to earn the respect of gnolls. Fascinated by gnoll culture, believes them to be the most beautiful creatures in Lucideia. Reveres not only gnolls, but ordinary hyenas as well.

Goal: Be welcomed into a gnoll tribe. Become a warchief.