Name: Falke

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Half-breed, Griffin/Human

Gear: A decently sized leather messenger bag with several small pockets for various things he collects in his travels, the contents of the bag ranging anywhere from herbs to a small blanket. Aside from the bag, he has two different cloaks that practically drown him in excess abundance of cheap cloth and leather. The first cloak is made purely of soft fabrics and is a generic brown color, it is significantly lighter than the second one and has seen much less wear. It only has a few places where it has been patched up over the time of its use. The second cloak is much heavier, a good mix of cloth, leather, and fur. Unlike the summer-wear cloak, this one is much more heavy duty and for colder climate and travel. It has seen much use, the bottom hem of the entire thing has been stitched and replaced countless times with what appears to be feathers. There is a single short-sword strapped to the outside of the bag with a thick leather strap.

Skills: Falke, like full-blooded Griffins, is able to cloud-walk. Though he is unable to use it all the time, part of the time he just sinks and the other half of it he is struggling to keep himself afloat the cloud. He can make it rain a tiny bit if he tries really, really hard. Outside of his ability to cloud-walk, due to his mixed genes, Falke is relatively light in weight and very, very agile. While he cannot fly with his wings, they are strong enough to give him a way to slow his descent, or to even give him a boost in jumping. Outside of combat though, Falke's skills are all melted down to self-preservation. He knows how to track people and beasts through various terrains, make a small fire to cook food, and just other small need-to-know survival things someone might need to know living outside of any city/civilization.

Physical Description: Falke barely stands at five foot five when standing all the way up, most often he is crouched and perched upon something rather than standing anyway. His wings, while larger than his body, fold neatly against his back and are nearly always covered by a cloak he wears. His eyes are generally seen as red, though in the correct lighting, they are actually a very deep shade of pink. Clothing wise, Falke dresses a bit oddly, at least compared to others. He often just wears one of his massive cloaks, but on rare occasion he has been known to put on a robe or something of the sort. But, it is difficult for him to find or craft clothing to fit around his feathers and wings that are still comfortable.

Personality: Despite how he has been treated his entire life, Falke has a rather good outlook on the world. He takes joy in the little things and always enjoys company when he can find it. He can be rather bouncy and talkative when he gets excited about something, almost in a child-like manor. He is very curious about things and has no problems asking tons of questions to those he feels comfortable with. But like anyone who has spent their entire lives being hated, he is very cautious, even around those whom he supposedly trusts.

History: Falke was born high in the snowy peaks of a mountain, in a relatively small village of only a few people. His very early years were relatively peaceful for a half-breed, despite his mothers passing and his fathers absence, the elderly village folk were kind enough to care for him and teach him things until he was old enough care for himself.

But by the time he was old enough to fend for himself, the tiny village was desolate after all of the other occupants died after a particularly harsh winter. Thankfully though, Falke was wise enough to leave the small place on his own to venture out into the world. Which, truthfully was about as great as it had been explained to him. It was awful and at first very difficult, especially when he ran into strangers. After a time though, as all things happen, Falke merely adapted and hid himself away from the rest of the world aside from the rare occasions when he had to venture into a city to get supplies or something he could not make himself.

Other: Despite his claws, Falke is actually very good at sewing things back together, especially patch-jobs for cloth and leather armors.