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10:28, 30th April 2024 (GMT+0)

Eadoin

The adopted son of Charox and Cora, Eadoin is young centaur somewhere in his early teens, too old to be a child and too young yet to be of majority.  He keeps his hair tied back from his beardless face, the dark red the same color of his mane and tail.  Bright and inquisitive eyes, one blue and one brown, look out at the world from a face that plainly shows his mood, his emotions not running deep and silent, but often writ large on his person.

Bare when he can be, but more often with a tunic, Eadoin tends toward the lack of attire that's common to his folk.  In the city with visitors or working at the Cafe Gesure, he wears a modest woolen tunic over linen.  For more formal occasions, perhaps changing his tunic for one with trim.  Beneath, his coat is skewbald, a couple of brown patches and a number of large red ones over white.  His hooves are shod, a necessity with the hard paving and stone floors of Lutetia Parisiorum.

He's not yet overly large as his folk become, tall certainly, but otherwise the size of a large cob pony.  The hints of great size show in his coltish frame, though, overly long legs, large joints.  There's nothing particular graceful about his movements, rather Eadoin is all leg and gangle, coordinated, but possessed of the overwrought enthusiasm of youth and an out-sized frame and strength compared to others near his own age.  All in all, he's an almost stereotypical example of his kind in youth, minus the drunken lechery and carrying away of Lapith brides.

Asked of or faced with comparisons to other equines, some of his folk become angry.  Eadoin generally avoids the topic for reasons of his own, either letting the conversation drop or changing the subject.  Pressed with it, he'll acknowledge his family's resemblance to the local equine stock, then steer the conversation towards reminding the whoever pressed him of the centaur's descent from a son of Mars and a cloud nymph created by the king of the gods.  While there may be some truth in ribaldry, his folk are proud of both their royal and divine lineage and it's best left at that.