Moraug 'Scalehide'. A name that carries many different meanings behind it. In many places of Minotaur culture, someone with features like his was a bad omen, a sign of calamity, monsters would come to reclaim their lost progeny. Where Moraug grew up, any visitors, which would be a rarity in a place so far away in normal circumstances but was not so here in a village known for masterwork craftsfolk, often made such exclamations about the younger Minotaur.
He grew up hearing these things. Accepting them as just words was difficult but it was his grandfather who taught him to be stronger than that. To prove his worth, hone his skills, told him countless stories about the outside world, stories that others would claim are just exaggerated myths. But to Moraug, his grandfather's stories were the only real truth, his grandfather simply remembered and knew things the world has forgotten.
Despite how people might react to him in Minotaur culture, they could not deny his skill, his power, a useful person like him could not be denied just because he was born with scales, try as others might. He wasn't a worldwise Minotaur, growing up in the backwaters of the world, secluded but always dreaming to see the places his grandfather spoke of. He was especially enraptured with the Kaiju, beasts mighty, terrifying and worldshaping. Everyone else only spoke of them as calamities, terrors, no good could come of them; all things he had heard about himself but his grandfather spoke of a different tale, that Kaiju were no less intelligent than the other races who inhabit the world, smarter than many of them, they could be befriended, reasoned with, but many have had nothing but hate and harm thrown their way.
Once he was old enough, Moraug took all his strength, all his skills he had learned from his Grandfather, from adventurers who would take the time, of his own clashes with Kaiju spawn over the years to help the other Minotaur villages, steadily growing his skill until he was finally of an age old enough to leave. So with his grandfather's journal he did exactly that with the promise to see everything he could. He was not a fool, his grandfather made it all too clear how easily he could find his death out there but Moraug was dedicated to his cause, to prove his grandfather right or die trying. It was far better to die helping others than hide away to just go day by day rather than truly live.
Very early on during a Kaiju spawn invasion to a neighboring village, far more dangerous than the typical smaller swarms hit the village, he would of all but guaranteed lost his life if not for his newest ally, Flamma who with their combined might not just made it out alive but kept the village safe as well, now whatever comes tomorrow, he could say he had accomplished something great, even more than that he proved to himself that he -could- do it. So now this is the path he would travel, tagging along with Flamma as long as he could and should his death come, he would greet it with a bellow and a laugh as he charges ever onward.