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The Who's Who of the Chimereid Isles

Username: Mika_Yumi
Which Taur? Archer
Centaur's Name: Seros
Centaur's Personality: Seros is a very upbeat personality. He's happy to brag to others about his own feats, and glad to hear of the encounters that they are most proud of. He loves children, very much enjoys teaching them and playing with them and watching their little brains wrap around new and exciting information and experiences. Seros is very good at working in high vibrations -- it's the lower vibrations he struggles with. He does not like to be sad or mad or troubled in something he can't work his way out of emotionally. He'll often turn to some way to distract himself, sometimes even including situations and substances that are less than advisable.
Centaur's History: Seros was always a long and lanky boy, lithe and spritely and damn near more agile than he had any right to be. He was occasionally teased for his size and found it best to laugh it off as much as possible, though as he grew it became harder to ignore and avoid, and eventually he found himself in a few situations of less-than-friendly sparring. Rather than finding strength to be his strong suit amongst his peers, Seros found that he was very good at evasive maneuvers, and putting himself in exactly the right position to utilize a well-aimed kick rather than a strong tackle to win these spars he began to himself in. He loved a challenge, often to his own detriment, but was always smiling through the bruises he sustained to learn his own fighting form. Eventually he became less of a target as he proved that he did not need to be large and intimidating to still be a formidable opponent.

Eventually he found his way into archery. With keen eyesight and the ability to focus into a calm center when necessary, he found that the sport suited him quiet well; in a hunting atmosphere, Seros found that his small frame came in quite handy as he was able to stay light on his hooves and remain stealthy as he moved into better positions from which to shoot his prey. Unfortunately one outing turned dangerous when a friend and hunting fellow failed to notice that he was traversing through a chenit's nest, and the territorial animal emerged to ruin the man's day. Not only was Seros's friend bitten and shredded by chenits, but the game they'd been closing in on from opposite sides spooked and careened directly into the chaos on it's route to escape. He was badly injured and laid up for months in recovery, during which Seros found it difficult to leave him to his own devices. Instead of continuing through the hunting season, he stayed close to home to visit his recovering friend every day.

With little to distract him, Seros found it difficult to not dwell in what went wrong on that day, how he could have better helped his friend, even just by trying to corral their quarry into a different direction... They should have had more 'taurs accompany them, to make sure that there were more points of security. He turned scenarios over and over in his head, a constant buzz that would hardly let him rest. He began to turn to unsavory places for distraction, indulging too much in substances that would turn the narrative in his mind to anything else.

In the hours he wasn't losing himself in darkness, a somewhat reliable backup for distraction was the continued practice of his archery with training dummies and his own chosen exercises. Eventually a few others in his herd took notice and asked for pointers and help picking up the skill, and a few of those wanted help not for themselves but for their children. Seros was happy to oblige and began holding classes for anyone who wanted to learn or hone their craft. He found himself fulfilled in ways he didn't expect by the children; their energy fed him in new and lovely ways, he loved watching them learn and figure things out, both in archery and in other matters. More and more he taught classes, and less and less was he finding need for other distractions.

Once his friend fully recovered, Seros occasionally joined the hunting parties again, but the thrill of a hunt was dampened by the anxiety of something going wrong, and barely came close to the excitement of watching younglings come into their own craft. Ultimately, Seros chose to spend the majority of his time teaching rather than hunting. He spends most of his time now dedicated to his mentees.
Anything Else? The hunting encounter is a bit wishy-washy just because brain doesn't have time or full info to make it better, but I hope it's alright. <3