Name: Ro-an Gaulf of the Nafir tribe
Race: Therian (Bengal Tiger type)
Class: Warrior/Bodyguard
Primary Strength:
-Physical strength(musculature)
-Hand to hand/melee heavy weapons combat

Secondary Strength:
-Agility, dexterity
-short range speed
-long range endurance
(inverse speed/endurance)
-Superior sight/hearing/sense of smell(due to race)

Shortfalls:
-no magic experience
-no ranged weapon experience
-limited long distance stamina at high speed(in short bursts he has very high speed just like a regular tiger would)
-high caloric intake(necessary for his size) Carnivorous

Side facts:
-barbed tongue cuz feline
-antiseptic saliva(it doesn’t heal, just disinfects)

Weapons and Stuff:
-Uses a pair of enchanted gauntlets given to him by Kylin, they increase the power of his punches adding additional concussive damage.
(The way they work is they basically multiply the force already inflicted by the punch by 2. So it's strength x2)
-Wears a set of armor Kylin procured from the Avians
-A charm from his native tribe hangs at his waist next to his knife
-Carries a multi purpose hunting knife

Background History:
Ro-an comes from a pretty well known tribe, one of the few still left, determined not to completely dissolve in the new mixed culture nature of the world. Once known to traverse the land as hunter/gatherers to search ways to hone their tribe exclusive style of melee fighting, they now preside over a plains land right at the cusp of the fae forests. The Nafir treasure a certain tradition that still holds as a testament to keeping their blood strong and pure and their tribe together and…a bit isolationist. It strongly resembled religious expectation, the way they rejected outsiders, favoring only other therians of their specific breed, only ever giving exception to tigers of other origin and color. Their youth were encouraged to leave however at the coming of age, leave only to return with something they could use within the tribe. Usually this was some kind of trade, it began with outside fighting techniques, art, literature, goods. Then it became technology and knowledge. Because of this tradition of teaching their youth to give to their community they never stayed far behind the rest of the world for long. They even participated in whatever governing presided over the land, insisting they had a voice specifically for them and gave back during the Nocturnal war by offering their best warriors. Their avid collection of knowledge and skill is not without reason, the Nafir have hands down the best warrior's when it comes to close combat be it hand to hand or with melee weaponry. From within they integrated techniques from other tribes, factions, and soldiers from other militaries refining and passing down each new rendition to every cub born within their boundaries.

Ro-an and Kylin:
The first time they ever met, Kylin stole almost everything Ro owned. He did it in the least honorable way he could think of, dropping a potion onto his head and taking everything while he was immobilized. Kylin knew from the start it would set him off being the traditionalist who spent much of his life honing his skills in traditional hand to hand combat. He bowed before he trained with no one else with him. That spoke to his nature. The last thing Kylin was after was his material possessions. He didn't care about the food gold or weapons, he wanted to teach the tiger his trade. Anyone could see the asset of a Nafir's strength. He expected the tiger to hunt him down like the predator he was. When Ro found Kylin a challenge was made. May the best man win in an even fight, fist to fist, mind to mind. The battle was finished before it had even begun. The moment Kylin bargained the use of a small dagger to balance the use of Ro-an's claws. One stab was all it took, one lucky strike to connect after a lengthy and tiring fight. Kylin was fast and clever, he used every bit of himself to throw Ro-an off his moves, from flirting to using his own wings to disorient and disguise his moves. You'd think someone with such a broad target literally attached to his back would be easy to incapacitate. Ro-an never expected the dagger to be an enchanted blade. The stab wound to his side didn't just bleed, it froze and the ice began to spread. His internal organs were in danger of failing so...he lost. Kylin taught him an important lesson, that a person's strength is far harder to measure than mere musculature and endurance. Cunning, charm, and a resourceful nature was just as deadly a weapon as brute strength. Kylin kept a lot of what Ro-an had on him, the money especially and gave him a proposition, he asked for his loyalty in exchange for a weapon that would turn his natural skills and strength into something to behold. He promised that if he followed him Kylin would ensure his safety and ample opportunity for growth in both fortune and strength and knowledge. They would protect each other and benefit from each other from then on out. Ro-an agreed, not because he hungered for money, power, or knowledge, but because he'd never met another being that intrigued and angered him so effectively. They had only met and yet Ro believed Kylin understood more of his capabilities than he did.

Ro-an and Victor:
Ro-an was with Kylin for almost a year before they met Vic. Everything about him set him on edge, even though he knew full well he was under a curse at the time and not in his right mind. Everything about him seemed wrong. He however did whatever Kylin told him to do, even stood toe to toe with him in an alleyway risking his own life and limb at the tip of what amounted to a poisoned blade. He held him down when he was told to, wrestled him into restraints, and time and time again withstood what beating a 20 year old human could do in a mindless rage. In the end it was worth it. Victor was cured and they became comrades. There are often times when Victor likes to look down on him for his actions claiming he is too emotionally attached to Kylin and that it would only put them all in danger some day. Ro-an didn't care...or tried not to. When push came to shove Victor may not be as physically strong as he was but he held a quiet strength that pulled through when they needed it to. Ro-an trusted him and Victor, though he didn't say it, trusted Ro-an.