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Satyrs are lean and furry. Men and women alike sport longer hair and barely shave. Their strong, fur-covered legs resemble goat legs, complete with hooves at the end. Small horns protrude from their foreheads. Given their passionate nature, they are sensual beings without restraint. The clothes they do wear are durable and easily removed.
Satyrs, while passionate, don't grasp the emotional bond that comes along with lust. As such, Satyrs never keep one partner for long, which, while normal to the goats, can also cause a lot of problems for them. While the Seelie will at least attempt to understand his lover's plight, the Unseelie will pity his lover, then ravage her for his own gain. When in the grips of passion, chaos flows as freely as the drink.
Satyrs can be a clannish sort; they are normally involved with groups called Tragos, which are often extended families. While lovers come and go, Tragos stay the course, and often provide support and shelter in times of need. When a Satyr dies, his or her Trago holds an immense wake complete with mourning and frenzied dancing and music.
Music is a popular persuit for Satyrs. As such, many persue careers related to music. Clubs, pubs, bars, and breweries are also potent attracts to the goats. With their store of impressive stamina, jobs requiring hearty individuals also fit Satyrs nicely.
From the Changeling: The Dreaming Corebook, Second Edition:
"Childling Satyrs are also known as "fauns". Learning the essential skills in life--like singing, music, running and wrestling--are among their primary concerns. Their musical performances are usually exquisite. Childlings have four soft tiny nubs for horns.
"Wilders are the very essence of fae chaos: lecherous, rambunctious, and wild. Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow you'll be old. Each pair of nubs grows together to form two horns. The size of a male's horns are a source of pride, as well as the brunt of numerous jokes. Six inches is about average display for a male's display of virility; a female's horns are a bit smaller.
"Grumps seek wisdom to escape from the sadness of their lost youth. Although they enjoy a good drink and a spirited debate, they know their best years are behind them. When a greybeard's sorrow becomes too great, his Trago takes him out for one last epic fling. The grump dies at dawn the next day. The horns of a greybeard Satyr are impressively large, and they often curve back along the top of the head like a ram's.
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