Born to a tribe in the feywilds. A great hunter amongst his people. At his comming of age day he left the Feywilds due to his disagreement with their tribe's customs.

I was born to a tribe in the feywilds, (name) to my mother (many names), and father. I lived by the teachings of our matriarch and war chief.
Male centaur are rarer than females, because there are more male warriors than female, and dangers in the feywild are plentiful. So I have a duty to my people to bare many children… with many wives. This is deemed normal among our people, but I find it difficult to mate with multiple women. I love only one, and I will mate with her or none at all.
 
At my coming of age day (#) my dear parents arranged me to take a woman on a dance as we say. I said my goodbyes to my love, name, and took my leave the night before out of the feywild.
 
Then just a bunch of one liners about me or the centaur race:
 
Many may say centaur are a breed between men and horse, I find it insulting. I may accept we have roots with the elven races, there is no prof to it. We are our own, of nature.
 
No man is welcome in the feywild, and their seed does not grow here.
I will never get used to seeing people ride horses.
Horses make me feel uncomfortable.
If you steer to close to my behind or dare touch my equine body, you will feel the searing pain of my hoof.
Every centaur loves food. We do not gain fat as other races do. We have two stomachs, two sets of lungs, two hearts, and so on.
I find large settlements abhorrent to nature.
Centaur, like horses, can sleep upright.
 
Stories say centaurs were made from men mating with horses which is ludicrous. Some say elves that got lost in the forests would get bound to their horse by the gods. I find that more plausible, but it’s probably still untrue. I believe we were made by the feywild as warriors to protect it.

Age

31

Gender

Male

Eyes

green

Hair

long, black

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

bronze to dark purple

Height

2m (6.5 ft)

Weight

500 kg (1100 lb)