Minotaur

A horned heritage of broad frame and formidable build, upwards of nine feet in height; recognized across Vesperfall for physical presence that commands attention without demanding it. Their coats vary as widely as the lands they come from, every shade of earth, ash, snow, and shadow. Their horns wider still, no two alike even within the same bloodline, some shapes skipping generations before returning as if by memory. They carry two hearts, a detail unremarkable to them and quietly significant to everyone else. Deeply tied to lineage, land, and personal honor, Minotaurs feel the weight of legacy not as burden alone but as identity; something inherited, carried, and either honored or reckoned with. Their shamanic and druidic traditions run older than most recorded history, though not all who bear the heritage walk that path. What remains consistent across culture and faction is this: they love completely, grieve fully, and when something is worth standing for, they never stand halfway.