Summer of Chaos
Minotaur barbarian with a nasty temper
Mule has never known his parents, nor his origin. As for as he can remember, his home was a farm a few miles from a run down town. At this farm, he was raised by an abusive farmer who forced him to work to exhaustion performing tasks common for a common labor animal which led to his name. He spent many years living in this farmer’s rickety stable, and over time the labor made him strong and he eventually grew into the stature of a real minotaur. It was especially hot and humid the day Mule turned his life around. It was never planned, but, looking back upon his life, it seemed almost inevitable. The whip most commonly used to punish Mule hadn’t been doing its job for years, but Mule let out the grunts and sounds of pain as it struck him none the less. A rock slide had come off the mountains, and as Mule was clearing an especially large boulder from his path, the farmer continued his whipping. Under his resolute concentration Mule forgot to simulate being whipped, and the farmer eventually caught on. While Mule was clearing more and more boulders, unaware that the whipping stopped, increasing in size, the farmer took out his pocket knife and tied it to the end of his whip. While the boulder was at its zenith above Mule’s head, the farmer let the whip fly, and it dug deep into Mule’s back before carving out a nice chunk of flesh. Mule, surprised by the sting of a previously innocuous tool, dropped the boulder instantly and it crunched down on his shoulder. The surprise and combined pain of the dagger tipped whip and out of socket shoulder flung Mule into a berserk rage. He charged the farmer, and, upon placing his head about his waist, picked him up with his horns before brutally driving him into the ground, and pummeled his face into a bloody pulp. Upon regaining his composure and looking upon the carnage in front of him, the sense of loss was little but still there. He let linger the thoughts of a father this man was to him, and then went about disposing of the body. His shoulder still burned but luckily it wasn’t broken. He searched for the largest rock he could lift in his position, and tossed the remnants of the body beneath it before piling the rest of the rocks upon it. By this time it was already night, and upon packing what food he could, he wrapped a dark blanket around him like a coat, and began his new life.