Where neither Seraphim nor raindrops go...
Karkillian Rayhasay Fosher, or just Fosher, is a hulking minotaur warden whose primal power centers around protective earth. Confused to who he is and where he belongs, he wanders and contemplates his confused life of part beast, part man. Fosher is smaller and civilized for a minotaur, standing at 7’ and 300 lbs, while those who succumb to their bestial side grow several feet larger and are often infused with demonic power. He wears many layers of thick leathers and furs and wields a heavy kusari-gama, a sickle axe attached to a long weighted chain, allowing him to dominate the area around himself on the field of battle. Between his size, the reach of his weapon, and his goring horns, he thrashes about the battlefield, charging and smashing like a wild beast, while the earth itself responds, moving enemies and allowing him to shrug off damage that would easily down most mortals.
He was previously the bodyguard of Professor LeCroix and has taken some flack for the professor’s death. However, as Fosher keeps telling people, he was not on duty at the time and was only contracted to guard the professor on his travels. However, his reputation as a bodyguard is now smeared in town, and he’s looking for a new way to earn money and respect.