Description
The striking form of this young centaur before you has a presence
that blends quiet intensity and charisma. His upper human half has
a sculpted, handsome face with high cheekbones and a strong jaw,
tempered by a subtle natural charm that lingers in the curve of
his lips. His amber colored eyes have a near piercing glow that
resonates purpose and restlessness. They are framed by dark lashes
that add a touch of youth to his features. A tangle of dark brown
hair falls just past his shoulders, the untamed strands frame his
face with a rugged appeal. His skin is a sun-worn bronze that speaks
of life in the open wilds.
From the waist down his equine form is cloaked in a sleek black coat
that seems to absorb light with a slight sheen. The coat is stretched
over lean, powerful muscle. His legs are long and sturdy and end in matte
black hooves that strike the ground with a solid thud when he walks.
His jet-black tail flicks occasionally as if from boredom or impatience
giving brief signs of a potential lapse in composure. He often shifts
his weight or paces briefly as if waiting to spring forward at a moments
notice. Across his broad equine back rests a worn leather frame that
secures an array of weapons.
Role
A Colt with Purpose
Added Sat Mar 22 15:29:34 2025 at level 1:
Gorvynox was born to a small family that roamed the shadowed depths of a forest
near Arkham. He was a solitary colt among a scattered herd of centaurs who had
long abandoned the great tribes of old in search of a better path for the future
of their kind. The forests of his territory were a labyrinth of ancient oaks and
whispering pines where sunlight struggled to breach the canopy and the air hung
heavy with the scent of moss and damp earth. His mother, Elyra, was a weaver of
baskets with a steady hand and bright disposition. His father, Torvax, was a
weathered hunter who was stoic and dour, balancing out his wife's often mirthful
disposition with one of seriousness. They were a small family mostly detached
from any clan, their lives were governed only by the quiet demands of survival
and the rare recounting of tales from the world beyond their trees.
As a foal Gorvynox was a driven soul, his hooves struck the forest floor with
purpose and with his focus fixed on the unseen rather than the fleeting joys
around him. He tracked squirrels through the underbrush and navigated the
tangled roots with a quiet determination, his dark coat a faint sheen in the dim
light. Yet the solitude of being alone often weighed on him. His father's tales
of knights in shimmering armor and battles waged for honor and purity ignited a
resolve in his soul. He envisioned a life beyond the trees where he could stand
among his kin and wield bow and spear not merely to hunt, but to defend
something greater. By youth the vision changed to a steady sense of purpose that
he could no longer ignore. With a solemn nod to his parents, he departed, a lone
wanderer motivated by a need for meaning and the pull of the light.
And so he trekked across windswept plains and muddy trails, his hooves etching
deep furrows through the wilds of Thera as he searched for a greater purpose.
Eventually he came upon a small band of Centaurs who were headed to the
Evergrove Outpost. He joined their journey and as the Outpost unfolded before
him he was met by a vast encampment of centaur clans. Their bonfires cut through
the dusk, their voices a blend of steel and song. He observed sentries on timber
paths, warriors sparring in a ring, and a small sapling in a well tended
clearing. It was an oddity to give such great focus to such a small tree, but it
was of no profound significance to him. He approached with a steady stride,
receiving a cautious nod from the sentry guards. He was welcomed and soon
settled into the northeastern Ina'tai camp, drawn to the white-clad warpriests
and their unyielding pursuit of purity.
A Sentry Turned Holy Wanderer
Added Sat Mar 22 15:30:19 2025 at level 1:
He was accepted into the holy clan as the recognized the quiet potential in his
resolve. Gorvynox donned their white armor, it's leather and platemail a sharp
contrast to his forest worn frame. He took the mantle of sentry along the
Outpost's borders. He stood watch beneath the stars, his amber eyes sweeping the
horizon, his spear held with firm intent. The warpriests shared their teachings
with him, showing him how to forge faith into a weapon, and he absorbed it with
a focused intensity. His restless spirit found anchor in their militant devotion
to the light. He grew to admire Shuyam the Silver whos glowing shield and iron
will embodied all of the holiness he wanted to emulate. He imagined serving her
as a Squire, pledging his strength to her cause on a more personal basis, a
steadfast guardian of the light against the shadows beyond the valley.
Unfortunately his resolve outplaced the timeline of the holy warriors training
him. The outpost was a place of readiness, it's clans poised against a threat
yet to emerge. Days stretched into seeks, weeks into months, with no foe to test
his growing purpose. He paced the wooded paths, his focus became impatience, his
weapons and faith a weight begging for use. A traveling bard wove a great tale
for him of Baerinika of the Jungle Mists, describing her ruins of legend that
called to followers who would battle with relentless courage. The lessons of
purity and righteous combat called to him and he knew his faith could turn into
a reckoning for the corrupt. The tale of Baerinika was a clarion call to his
soul, giving him a new divine purpose to direct his strength into the world.
In his wisdom he knew his drive could not be tethered within the Outpost's
boundaries, nor yolked to another's will as their squire. With the elder's
blessings he relinquished his sentry post and set out anew. His vows to purity
and to bring a reckoning to any who would defile the light's grace. Now, in the
primse of his youth, he roams Thera as a fledgling warpriest, his supplications
a mix of focus and holy fire, his presence a stand against encroaching darkness.
He will seek the jungle haven of Baerinika, propelled by a steady fervor to
kneel before her and etch his own legacy. One of light prevailing and of shadows
cleansed by his unwavering faith.
Baerinika's Breaker and Beauty Seeker
Added Wed Mar 26 10:59:20 2025 at level 30:
Gorvynox met with the Jaguar Goddess Baerinika. It was a moment of fire and
clarity. In her jungle ruins on an ancient field of battle Gorvynox knelt before
the goddess. He was told to rise, and to avoid such gestures. This caught him
off guard as he saw her as most sacred and holy, though he came to understand
that she held herself with no snobby aloofness as he'd witness from other elves.
She explained to him she was his guide and he came to understand her a bit
better, that they would walk his path together. She asked for his goals and
dreams beyond war and he spoke from his heart in response. To seek the beauty of
Thera in it's people and places, to uncover the wonders of a world he'd only
known as wild and shadowed.
He stood at the threshold of the Fortress of Light, his black coat gleaming
faintly under the sun, his amber eyes alight with resolve. As a Squire among the
ranks he'd pledged himself to the path of the Maran, soldiers of unshakable
faith. The power and expectations of Baerinika thrummed in his veins, her words
and path echoing in his heart as he came to know soldiers just as green as he.
They were untested, many giving evidence of their newness with their words and
actions even if they pretended otherwise. His nerves often flicker and his heart
beats anxiously at times as he imagines the battles ahead. Yet he draws strength
from those like the Marshall Bognor, a stout dwarf whos wisdom quickly cut
through the chaos of all around him. Bognor stated that the goal of their war
was peace, not just the absence of strife, but a purity worth striking down
every shadow to claim. This resonated greatly with Gorvynox.
With each dawn, Grovynox trains his blades and war prayers. The lessons of his
fellow Squires, Maran, and Acolytes sharpen his focus and temper his fire. He
fights with a ferocity born of devotion and dedication to Baerinika, his hooves
strike the earth like thunder, his weapons a swift reckoning for the corrupt.
Yet beyond the clash of steel he seeks something a bit more calm. The pure and
beautiful threads of Thera's tapestry. The marvel of their healer's kindness,
the resilience of battles lost but wisdom found, the quiet majesty of rivers
winding through untouched wilds. This is his charge. Twin paths woven into one.
To break enemies of the light with unyielding force, and to seek the grace and
pure things that lie beyond the battlefield.
PK Wins
Mar 23, 2025|Lv 15|Galadon|Nyxoria vs 1: [15] Gorvynox (100%, kick)
Mar 25, 2025|Lv 26|The Outpost of Tir-Talath|Nyxoria vs 1: [26] Gorvynox (100%, molten smash)
Mar 25, 2025|Lv 29|Graveyard|Chayliel vs 3: [33] Salieseri (25%, brutal attack), [40] Arimylla (67%), [29] Gorvynox (6%)
Mar 25, 2025|Lv 29|The Galadon Sewers|Salieseri vs 2: [29] Gorvynox (24%), [27] Dailar (75%, knifing)
Mar 26, 2025|Lv 30|South Sutherspring Road|Salieseri vs 2: [31] Chayliel (65%), [30] Gorvynox (34%, searing cut)
Mar 27, 2025|Lv 35|Feanwyyn Weald|Nyxoria vs 3: [33] Dailar (36%), [36] Thrael (54%, shield jab), [35] Gorvynox (9%)
Mar 27, 2025|Lv 36|Voralian City|Kruvnik vs 1: [36] Gorvynox (100%, searing cut)
Mar 27, 2025|Lv 36|The Seaport of Hamsah Mu'tazz|Tathamety vs 2: [36] Thrael (72%, hit), [36] Gorvynox (27%)
Mar 31, 2025|Lv 51|Galadon|Moldrak vs 1: [51] Gorvynox (100%, torments)
Mar 31, 2025|Lv 51|Fortress of Light|Yahkira vs 2: [51] Gorvynox (38%), [51] Caelestis (62%, punch)
Mar 31, 2025|Lv 51|Hillcrest|Romshwar vs 1: [51] Gorvynox (100%, defilement)
Apr 2, 2025 |Lv 51|The Dragon Sea|Veyzor vs 1: [51] Gorvynox (100%, drowning)
Apr 8, 2025 |Lv 51|The North Road|Porg vs 1: [51] Gorvynox (100%, cleave)
Apr 9, 2025 |Lv 51|The Frozen Gorge|Wulkhun vs 1: [51] Gorvynox (100%, freezing cut)
Apr 10, 2025|Lv 51|Domain of Eternal Night|Kekukukuku vs 4: [51] Skeggi (17%, slice), [51] Carrisan (37%), [51] Sian (4%), [51] Gorvynox (40%)
Apr 12, 2025|Lv 51|Voralian City|Pionice vs 4: [51] Gorvynox (34%), [51] Yahkira (39%, poison), [40] Keyonius (25%), [51] Bartholameu (0%)
Apr 17, 2025|Lv 51|Ruins of Maethien|Sylmyar vs 3: [42] Aethel (15%), [48] Dubhan (5%), [51] Gorvynox (79%, claw)
May 4, 2025 |Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Nhazlihaen vs 2: [51] Gorvynox (22%), [51] Dunke (77%, crush)