Name: Leon
Role: The Muscle.
Nickname: *Intense stare*
Race: Felion
Age: 50
Skills: He can shift a huge amount of weight in a short amount of time, great tool for defense and offense. A fantastic person to come to for advice and life lessons. Very quick and limber, which can come in use on an airship such as The Phoenix.
Bio:
Personality: The wise old man. Heās collected, thoughtful and wise. Leon has experienced a lot and therefore likes to take a back seat on The Phoenix, unlike the other two catās heās not forth-coming or chatty; Leon doesnāt waste his breath on anything, if there isnāt anything worth saying then nothing will be said. Heās the grumpy old man of the ship, always gruff and to the point. Heās certainly stuck in his ways and my goodness is he stubborn! It isnāt uncommon to hear the old cat grumble about the lack of clothing on the girls or the way the men should do less flirting and flaunting and more working. He has a kind heart and takes care of his own, Leon has adopted his crew and doesnāt take that relationship lightly. Calm and slow to temper, when Leon does lose his patients, it is something to be heeded and respected
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Name: Jonathan
Role: Navigator
Nickname(s): Johno, Nathan, Natter, John.
Race: Felion
Age: 23
Skills: Just the same as Leon in the sense he can shift alot of weight, work quickly whilst being agile, defend and offend and navigate perfectly. He's a good shoulder to cry on too.
Bio:
Personality: Less of an ego. Heās intelligent and energetic, always leaping about the ship as if itās a playground obstacle course. Nath is more of a shy cat, who needs to warm up to others before he fully blossoms. Heās gentleman-like around the ladies which is a huge contrast to Marcus. He enjoys being in the birds nest and loves to navigate The Phoenix. Nath is easy to get along with, he has a neutral nature that leaves him gracious and reserved. He can wield a sword but wouldnāt use one, itās too up close and personal for him. Heās more of a ālets talk this overā kind of guy. Saying that heās incredibly muscular and perfectly capable of defending himself and others if his gentle nature allowed him to.
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Name: Marcus
Role: The Muscle.
Nickname: None he knows of...
Race: Felion
Age: 24
Skills: Most Felions are good at shifting huge amounts of weight to be honest, unless they're runty. Fantastic fighter, wonderful marksman. He enjoys combat in all its various forms. Causing trouble if that counts as a skill, he's certainly very good at it.
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Personality: Large ego, heās quite the attractive cat and sort of knows it. He doesnāt give the ladies any of his time, heās too cool for that. Very self confident and therefore cocky, which can get on the crewās nerves at times, it especially getās on Leonās nerves. He can come across as laid back and even lazy at times but Marcus can be proactive when the time calls for it. Heās not the most intelligent one of the trio nor the wisest but heās certainly the most enthusiastic when it comes to combat and chopping off heads. Marcus is all for combat and enjoys swinging his mighty sword about like a stick. His mannerisms are terrible, he shuts doors in faces of everyone, male or female, burps up bones and wellā¦he just isnāt exactly gracious.
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