Kharzius

In a land of myth and legend, where the tales of heroes and monsters dance upon the lips of bards, there lived a gentle giant named Kharzius. He was a fearsome minotaur with a heart of gold. With a body adorned in tribal tattoos and silver jewelry, and eyes as deep as midnight, Kharzius towered over all, reaching a height of eight feet. His muscular frame, rippling with strength, spoke of his prowess as a barbarian and gladiator. Yet, beneath his intimidating exterior, there was a loneliness that gnawed at his soul. Kharzius was an outcast, not by choice but by circumstance. As he entered taverns, the laughter and chatter would cease, replaced by hushed whispers and fearful glances. His immense strength and tall stature made people tremble in his presence, driving away potential companions. This isolation left him yearning for connection and understanding, a longing that echoed through his solitary nights. All he wants is a companion who isn't afraid of him.