Manuel

Manuel is a striking anthro ram in his late forties, standing at an impressive height of six feet with a sturdy build that speaks to years of military discipline. His wool is a rich chestnut brown, flecked with strands of silver that hint at his age and experience. Manuel's face is defined by sharp features: deep-set amber eyes that hold both wisdom and sorrow, and large curling horns that twist majestically from the sides of his head, giving him an air of authority. He often wears a simple brown leather jacket over a faded green shirt, paired with rugged trousers—practical attire for someone seeking solace in nature after years of conflict. A pipe rests perpetually between his lips, its smoke curling gracefully into the air as he contemplates life’s complexities. This habit serves as both a comfort and a connection to moments long past—each puff reminiscent of camaraderie shared around campfires during his military days.