__________________QUICK STATSName: Aksho (pronounced xqʃɵ | like "hk-sh-uh") | 'Gore-Horn' (Some Fae may know him by this name)
Link to the International Phonetic AlphabetAge: Middle-Aged. He doesn't count the years.
Gender: Male
Species: Beast Fae
Ethnicity: N/A
Height: 7'7"/ 231 cm
Occupation: N/A
Residence: Nomadic
Bestigor, Warhammer Fantasy | Artist: Vlad Costin
Aksho is a scarred, towering mountain of meat and fur. Despite his long, coarse mane, his horns, and the fact that he looks like the kind of person that could rip trees out of the ground and swing them around like clubs, there is a certain softness around the eyes of this aging Beast Fae; two large orbs the deep green of healthy grass. His movements are surprisingly graceful for a creature his size and mass, and if one does not listen closely, they might miss the fall of his hooves, cloven like that of a goat.
He is almost always clad in some kind of Faerie-metal armor, though the regalia appears to be old and well-used. He also bears a series of pelts across his person, namely a giant bear pelt that makes his already large shoulders look
that much more broad.
PersonalityTo describe the personality of a Beast Fae, one must first look at the behaviors of wild beasts and work from there. For the seemingly savage or feral behaviors belie an alien mindset. Aksho is not a violent creature, but one must take care when interacting with him, for it is the body language of animals that will mark one as friend or foe. Aksho does not bow to a friend, for lowering oneself to the ground denotes either play or aggression; instead he will bare his throat as a sign of trust. Nor does he smile with his teeth, for baring one's fangs denotes the threat (or perhaps the promise) of violence.
Magic/AbilitiesAksho's connection to the Faewild makes him an innately magical creature, though unlike the Shamans of his herd, he did not dedicate himself to its practice. While he can manipulate living flora around him to some degree, he is not capable of wielding its might to its full potential. He also seems to possess the power to communicate with animals. "Speaking" with animals would be a bad term for it.
Where Aksho's real specialty lies is in the fact that the aging Beast Fae is capable of wielding almost anything he can pick up with masterful skill. Be they clubs, swords, axes, bows, knives... Aksho has trained with them all. Despite his martial skill, he favors the weapons he carries on him: A large, two-handed (that is, two-handed for a creature
his size) axe, a pair of smaller one-handed axes, a bow, and a large knife.
For such a large creature, the Beast Fae is rather skilled at stealth and stalking, though this applies only to non-urban areas. He is an experienced hunter, and one would be hard-pressed to find or spot him in the wild if he does not wish to be seen.
Somehow, this Beast can eat almost anything; even things that rightfully should poison him. Even mistletoe or hemlock only serves to inconvenience Aksho. It must take a great deal of poison indeed to bring low this giant creature...
RelationshipsTaernichanthach (tɪɻnɨ̞xänðəx | ter-n-eh-han-the-h) – A Faerie woman Aksho is close with. She nursed him back to health after he became grievously wounded some time in his past.
HistoryThe Beast Fae relics from a Time Before. Long before civilization took root, there was the Wild. The Faewild, a world apart from Le'Raana, yet one so familiar. The Faewild overlaps with Le'Raana in some places, where a wild place aligns itself with a mirrored location within the Wild. From this Wild come the Beast Fae, moving in their packs and herds. Sometimes they venture from the Faewild into Le'Raana, sometimes not. Sometimes they are warbands of vicious predators, hunting and feasting upon anything or any
one they find. Other times, they are peaceful gatherers that pass through with goods to trade or services to offer as the ever-nomadic herd moves from place-to-place.
Aksho is an exile. A mighty lord of a vast herd. He ruled with strength, but also with wisdom. He led his nomadic herd through the Faewilds with the chaotic seasons, always keeping out of winter's grasp. He battled other herds of predatory Beast Fae, even going so far as to challenge other Herdlords to single combat and walking away with the skulls or horns of his opponents. But all things pass in time, and even though the Beast Fae are capable of living long lives, the fire of their youth does not burn forever. Aksho was challenged and defeated by one of his own children, and instead of giving up his horns to his young, he chose to walk the path of the Exile. Alone without a herd, but with his pride and honor preserved. The battle had left him terrible wounds, and though he had great strength and fortitude, he had to succumb to them eventually.
He was found by a kind, albeit chaotic soul. A Faerie woman named Taernichanthach took the injured Aksho and nursed him back to health, letting him stay in her grove and enjoy a time of peace as his wounds healed. But Aksho, ever the prideful one, would not stay. Promising thrice to one day return the kindness given to him, the Beast Fae set out on his own. Out of the Faewild, and into Le'Raana; there was nothing left for him in his old Herd.
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