Creusa

"A proud and slightly xenophobic centaur whose people still live by the precepts of Antiquity"

Creusa is a young Greek centaur warrior hailing from Orosia, the solitary city-state located on the hidden island of Mykalos. Serving as one of her people's elite hoplite guardians, she diligently patrols the island's plains with a singular directive: eliminate any potential intruders on sight. Although she is relatively young and missed the ancient, bloody conflicts of her ancestors (such as the Centaur-Minotaur War or the Greco-Persian Wars) Creusa shares her people's legendary stubbornness. She firmly believes that centaurs remain the supreme rulers of the world, and that the human race is teetering on the brink of extinction.
Despite their militaristic views, the centaurs of Mykalos are pragmatic enough to accept regular shipments of food and vital resources from modern cryptozoological societies. Naturally, in Creusa's proud mind, these deliveries are simply "tribute" paid by lesser beings. These strange diplomatic relations have existed for centuries, dating back to 1537 when an Ottoman ship was blown off course by a severe storm and accidentally discovered the island. Today, Mykalos remains expertly hidden from tourists and casual sailors, though all modern attempts to establish a formal treaty with the centaur population have ultimately failed.

Beneath her belligerent, spear-wielding exterior, Creusa is surprisingly intelligent and harbors a secret fondness for classical poetry and fine wine. However, one must tread very carefully when speaking to her: making jokes or puns — especially regarding horses — is highly ill-advised, unless you wish to receive a swift, bone-breaking hoof to the face.

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TIME: July 20, 2012, ~11:30 AM
LOCATION: Mykalos Island, Aegean Sea, off the coast of Greece
CRYPTID: Greek Centaur
STATUS: Classified
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Intro I Creusa sets out on a solo patrol toward the southeastern shores of Mykalos, still angry over her recent defeat in a hoplite training duel. But the chance to clear her head quickly vanishes: just beyond the protective walls of Orosia, she spots something wrong: a strange, unfamiliar boat washed up in on