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Humanoid:
Gilroar stands slightly shorter than the average Tauren. His fur is as dark as moonless night. His eyes seem unfocused and tired at all times, giving the illusion that he may not be listening. Small gadgets and trinkets can be seen all over his armor. On his belt, at all times, there is a red pouch which smells of onions.

Generally Gilroar will not speak unless he feels it absolutely necessary. Most of his time at social gatherings is spent observing and thinking. This is not to say that he is unfriendly or unkind, but rather that he doesn't wish to waste words that need not be said or waste time that could be spent in his head.

Cat and bear:
When shifted into a form his eyes glow like Mu'Sha in the night sky and are much more active, moving around constantly. His claws are remarkably clean and well maintained. Once in one of these forms and for a short time after words, his personality shifts. He no longer thinks before acting and is much more easily enraged. It is for this reason that he only shifts when necessary.

History (WIP):
Gilroar was born in a southern area of the Barrens to a tribe of Tauren who treasured tradition and disliked change. He would spend his time listenning to stories of the Earth Mother and the balance that she kept in nature. Through the years he would learn spiratual teachings rather than skill with a sword or bow.

The journey begins:
With the centaur wiping out much of the game in the area, food became more scarce. Because of this, Gilroar and three other tribesmen set out to find a new land that their people could call home.

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