Asterion

This is how I play the character in the #Broken_Dagger on starchat. An old minotaur male with a story behind him, and a name he wasn't born with. Unfortunately, he can no longer remember his real name or clan. And not because he's senile. He's not -that- old. Asterion was the minotaur's name in the original Greek myth, and this male is my "universe's" take on that story. Shipwrecked in his exploring youth, the lone survivor of the crew was washed up on the shores of some nameless country, captured by the King, and socked into a Labyrinth, where he survived as best he could, and tried his best to spare those cast in with him, his honor allowing for little else. But so long in the dark, forced to rely on his infrared vision alone, has bled his eyes of their color, and now, free, appear white. He endured the Labyrinth for decades, and his survival has left mental scars, much like any prisoner of war, only a few of which is the loss of his name, all memory of his clan, and of his childhood. Unable to mesh well with his own kind, and more, unable to stand their pity, he wanders the wildernesses of other races' lands, infrequently coming in from the wilds just to be around people again, then taking his leave once more. I'm still trying to work on giving an aged look to my minotaurs. I don't know how well I've progressed to that end, if at all. I forgot to shade his horntips like in the head study of the younger version. Ah well. I goof on a regular basis. They... wore down to the white due to heavy use, yeah...