Tolos Ironhorn

Tolos as the Horned Hunter

**"[Character Quote]"**

*- "[Iron sharpens iron! The Wildhunt waits for no one.]"*

## Description

A good looking, physically fit, bearded, caprine man with great curved horns, a stubby tail, and cloven hooves. Dark blue eyes, tanned skin, and dark hair are the first qualities usually described when speaking of Tolos.

### Armor

Well placed leather made from hides of large beasts, intentionally placed plates of steel to guard his vitals. Most of it in dark greens, browns, and black. A metal and hide helm adorns his heavily horned head with large holes cut from it to accomodate a tight fit around them, a hinge places barely visible on the top so it may be unclasped and removed with ease.

### Arms

Never without a bow (Usually of maple with bone inlays) and a sturdy quiver made from the same leather his armor was made from filled with many types of hand made arrows. Knowledgeable in many type of weaponry Tolos usually prefers dual wielding short swords or axes.

## History

Tolos was the offspring of a chance encounter of two unlikely beings, his mother a young Goliath female Daunea Wildkiller Stonisthai was in the beginning of her story as an adventurer when she fell victim of a bandit's trap. Held captive for days on end without food or water she cried out in the night for her peoples diety Kavaki, the Ram-Lord to save her. The next night a beautiful horned man appeared at her cell window, promising her freedom if she vowed her sword to his side for one years time. Agreeing hastily as she believed with all her being that he was the avatar of Kavaki himself come to save her. The horned stranger twisted a rope against her cell bars and pulled them away from the wall that held her. Fleeing into the night with the man she never looked back. Over the months they traveled throughout the land, many adventures were had and treasures obtained. The love she felt was beyond measure and her loyalty always unflinching. Over time she learned the story of his life, A young Satyr growing up in the Feywild abandoned at a young age as most of his kind are. Growing strong through hardship and peril he learned how to survive. He also told her his truth, He was one of the bandits that had taken her hostage and was standing guard that night and overheard her prayers and took pity on her. With un wavering devotion she forgave his deception and offered her whole self to him. He woo'ed her and played music on his lyre nightly to send her to sleep, he was truly a prayer answered as far as Daunea was concerned. Shortly after their coupling a year had come to pass and her indentured servitude had come to an end. She pledged her sword and heart to him once again for a lifetime. The handsome Satyr smiled and thanked her for all she had done and the adventures they had together. He said they would head out the next morn and life would be different for both of them going forward. Elated she took to sleep dreaming of their future together, only to awaken to a cold campsite and a low flickering campfire. The man she had come to love and depend on was gone without a trace. Only the whisper of his name drifted in the air of the broken campsite, Kratius. His name and a child in her belly left behind.

His mother only ever said his name once to Tolos in his youth, and every time she told stories of their adventures he was the unflinching hero of the story, no wrong could be done. Daunea was the daughter of the tribes Chieftain and was welcomed back with open arms. Though broken and completely withdrawn his mother helped as much as she could as the tribes Tent-Mother. When Tolos was born he was looked upon as an outcast, A horned deformity, sacrilage in the name of Kavaki. And because of his appearance and lineage he was half shunned. the other kids would poke fun and throw stones at Tolos, refusing to play any games or sports with him. By the time Tolos was 8 his mother was barely living. Unable to speak and completely withdrawn with madness. The only occasional murmur she uttered was that of the beautiful horned man who gave her the gift of life, his return would cure her of all her ailments she believed. He never came... Duanea died on the 9th naming day of Tolos. The gift given was hatred, hatred of his own self and those of his ancestry. Smaller in stature than the other youth of the tribe but almost as strong Tolos fought everyday over the next few years to earn his place amongst the tribe. He hunted for his own food with the grown men and learned about wild plants and herbs from watching the shamans and medicine women of the tribe pick and choose their ingredients for poultices and tonics. He became a self sufficent hunter of his own volition. At his 13th Name day his grandfather bestowed the title of Ironhorn to him after besting the toughest youth in the village with a solid headbutt knocking the large young Goliath unconcious. This did not earn him any favor among the other tribesman. Shortly after his 16th winter his Grandfather and tribe Chieftain passed. With this Tolos was shunned completely from the tribe asked never to return as his existence had brought only misery and pain upon them and his family.

Tolos sought out to be rid of his past and used his unique skills as a Ranger to make a living. Helping small villages hunt their way through the winters and working with carpenters and herbalists for small coin and shelter. His beastial form brought fear from most of the older human villagers, though his impressive size and strength brought looks from even the most timid farmers daughter. His path never strayed to that of romance and his focus was always on one thing, become the strongest hunter and tracker he could be so that he could find his father...and relieve his neck from the burden of his head. Over the years Tolos became tamer and friend to beasts of all size and shapes, his ancestry granted him insight to animals and their mannerisms. The chip on his shoulder Tolos carried for years after his forced exodus from his home, until the day he met her. A young woman clad in nothing but a loose flowing white silk gown and a crown of white dahlias lightly clinging to her head holding her flowing golden hair from her beautiful face. Small transparent wings adorned her small back almost invisible to the untrained eye, they shone and sparkeled in the sun. She was of small stature much smaller than his and an innocence in her laughter made him pause in his tracks. Hiding in in the undergrowth he watched as she danced around a stone outcropping singing a song un a tongue he had never heard yet resonated clear from something deep inside of him, something ancient, something powerful but kind. In her revelry she seemed completely unaware of his presence until she made another round out of sight to the back of the rock formation. The singing ceased and she was nowhere to be seen. Tolos was startled when a whispering in his ear caught him off guard, he may not be the most seasoned predator in the woods at 21 winters since his first Name day but he was far from easy to sneak up on. Spinning onto the balls of his feet he went for his wood axe attached to his belt, when he saw her. He face shining even in the dark shade of the underbrush like daylight piercing through the trees, she lit the entire area surrounding them with her playful smile. "Who are you?" The young Nymph said laughingly at Tolos. "You are by far the biggest Satyr I have ever seen!" She said mockingly, poking a tiny finger at his large chest. "I am Tolos Ironhorn." He said defiently yet unable to meet her gaze fully. "Half-Satyr" he growled spitting to the ground with a curse. "That's not how it works silly!" The young fairy lauged cocking her head to the side playfully.

### Skills

Master hunter, Trapper, Skinner, and Leather armor craftsman. Dabbles in herbalism and most outdoor skills, Animal tamer.

### Vices / Flaws:

Short tempered, Bound by vengeance, Often prefers solitude to company

## Personality

Quick to anger but also quick to forgive. Tolos tries to give off the impression of brooding but is often found giving his kills to the poor and starving children of the realms. he loves a good laugh and a tale over an ale but prefers the peace of a campfire in the wilderness.

### Beliefs

Believes in Kavaki, the Ram Lord, but is vengeful towards most dieties.