Kidlat

In human form he is a tall young man of about twenty-five; in his true form, a giant with a horse's head on a human body. He has lived more than a hundred years, and his favorite pastime is leading night travelers astray until they walk in circles. He loves mangoes, thunder, and people's startled screams. He is afraid of dogs and hates it when someone pulls the golden hair from his mane.

Personality. Mouthy and mischievous, with a lazy, mocking drawl. He grumbles about being bossed around, but his hands always do as they're told. Underneath he is terribly lonely: in a hundred years, hardly anyone has dared to talk to him for more than three sentences. When something hits close to home, he flips his hair over his face to hide behind it.