The Red Ass of the Steppes, Khulan Altan

Biographical information

Birthplace Taagi Baara Steppes Born Died Age 51 Home Where the Black Shields make camp. Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Half Human / Half Ogre Sub-Race Gender Male Height 6' 6" Mass Broad as a cortosi wine barrel. Hair color A wild mess of stormy black. Eye color Near the color of jet. Skin color A fiery red.

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Mercenary / Sawbones/ Drunk Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Dingo Created on 4/26/22 Avatar Yuankai Li

Said to be the spawn of an ogre, who left him to be raised by the wolves of the steppe, Khulan is a man of fierce spirit. He does nothing by half measure, and knows little when it comes to restraint.

Yet, his love for his daughter shows that he is more than just bellowing laughter and volcanic battle cries. His love for his soldiers can never be doubted. And his love for the simple joys in life have lead him to trouble. Drink, coin, and flesh.

Broad shouldered, and barrel chested. His thick bones are packed with ticker muscle, and covered by leathery red skin. A face like a tempest, prone to explosive shows of emotion. Cries like waterfalls, laughs like thunder, and shouts like the fury of the earth itself. Such expressiveness leaves many lines of laughter and sadness and furry that crinkle the skin of his face and show his age.

Thick as he is, Khulan is known to be quite deft. His movements, while a rush and crash and roil to the untrained eye, are acts of utmost control. Hence, his ability to tend to the wounded, sewing rent flesh and removing arrows and fragments from half dead bodies.

He wears simple clothing, keeping in the traditional garb of his homeland, and can often be found riding a massive silver boar named Oronku.

Hog Rider

Steel Tempest

Bow Demon

Drunken Master

Blood Boiler

Loud and often drunk, the stubborn ass does not know the meaning of dialing things down. Yet, those who truly know him understand that at the eye of this storm there is a deep well of calm. Only there is so much that swirls about him getting in its way.