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Name: Timmothy

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Species: Goat

Village: Patria

Job: Royal Guard

Likes: He likes flirting, women (the species doesn't matter to him), his harem, receiving recognition, a good bar brawl, being touched or stroked, acting obnoxious, giving orders, working in his forge, designing custom weapons or armor, standing up against brutes, hunting, the heat of a fire, competition, a challenge, keeping busy, eating, servants, requesting others to perform ridiculously unrealistic tasks

Dislikes: Love or generally falling in love (he considers himself the master of "the game" not "the victim"), being talked down to, any comments regarding his small stature, cruelty, brutality including torture, loosing, milk products, quiet places, being ignored

Personality: This taur is a flirter, through-and-through. He doesn't mind difficult targets, enjoys winning women over for the sake of proving to himself that he can and that no one is impossible to woo. His interest in them is quickly lost after said wooing is complete, it is then he moves onto his next target. It's a game to him and one he plays well. He compensates for his generally unappealing lack of height with a twenty foot boisterous personality. Timmothy doesn't let anyone stand in the way of his goals. When he wants to be, Timmothy can be a serious pain in the rear. He's a sore looser with an ego, he's been known to throw fits. He can be judgemental at the best of times, especially towards females. He's a stubborn, tough little cookie who knows his way around a forge and with weaponry.

Background: Timmothy came from a small family of iron workers. His father owned a forge beside a mine and passed it down to his son after he passed away. He despises his father and believes the only good thing he even got out of the old tub of lard was the forge and knowledge that goes with it. Regretfully, that forge has since gone into disuse due to how much it reminded him of his dad. He was an only child, his mother spoiled him to bits with whatever money she came into. On the nights his father degraded into a punishing beating spree, Tim's mother was his refuge and comfort. When Tim was twelve his mother died too young and too soon when one of the mine's caves collapsed in on her. His father had demanded they expand the digging, none of the family having too much experience in laying the supports; the disaster was inevitable. Once he hit the age of fifteen, the teen could no longer tolerate his home life, quickly packing up to travel to the city.

Not long after establishing a life for himself in Patria he naively fell in love with a cold-hearted hunk of flank named Dae. Cutting a long and soppy story short, Tim was left heart broken by her. Afterward, it was revealed that Dae had been already promised to a stallion hailing from another equally influential family in the city. She's used Timmothy as a game, wanting to put the bouncy young goat in his place. It is the single most shameful event in his entire life; he swore to keep his heart to himself from that day on. In fact, the writing on his chest tattoo says, "<i>You will not take me</i>." Timmothy can be emotionally needy, it doesn't show outright but his keen need to collect concubine company says a thing or two about it. He's herm count is currently at nine separate females. He believes serious relationships can never last, that women are objects that can always be manipulated. It is not to be said however that Tim doesn't treat his subordinates well, in fact, he pampers all nine girls and flatters them constantly. He simply doesn't respect them nor expect any accomplishments out of them.

As far as a career goes, Tim opted out of blacksmithing in favor of a job in the royal guard. Still holding onto his childhood slingshot, Timmothy uses it as his key weapon. He's proficient with single-hand hammers as well as a sword and shield. He tends not to wear armor because it's too encumbersome, lowering his already minimal speed. While he was serving, he had been sent on a routine mission only to find himself captured by rouges. They wanted secrets out of him which he did not posess and therefore, couldn't reveal. While captive, Timmothy had used his natural horns to attempt at yanking down the chains, he would push a point through a link and yank. When the rebels noticed, they sawed the rack down to nothing. He was tortured on and off for six days before a storming of the base by a handful of fellow guards rescued him along with the other soldier captives. Hati in particular was the one to unshackle him and haul him out of the camp. He's flattered and trotted at her heels ever since. He rationalizes his preference for nagging her in particular as her being the most impressive challenge he's faced yet. The softer, more rational part of his brain knows Hati would make a terrible harem girl. After being saved and given time to recuperate, Timmothy used his forge to fashion himself a pair of steel replacement horns. He designed them to curve outward and therefore, to be of use to him in future battles. The left over nubs of his natural horns are disguised under his thick, long hair.