Is my fixation with Skinwalkers spreading like a virus or what? Oh well, here's a good shot to use someone I've never used before.
Name: Clay 'Pigeon' Sutherland
Age: 35
Gender: Male
City: City of Frost (So we'll be nearby each other when we start)
Animal form: Mountain Lion
Weapon: Fisticuffs fighter
Bio: The first born and only son of a Helena and Stewart Sutherland, as children Clay and his younger sister Sally playfully received the monikers 'Pigeon' and 'Pepper', and from then on he's been almost exclusively refereed to by his nickname. While his mother comes from a family of snake shifters, the big cat comes down from his father's side, and the Sutherlands are no strangers to making use of their massive physical strength; they are blacksmiths, and from the time Pigeon could walk he was doing what he could to help his father in the forge. Even as a child he could lift twice his weight with ease, and so even though he worked at making swords and other weapons, he didn't carry one himself, much proffering hand to hand. It should be said that he has never been much of a fighter however, and has had to learn to use the gift of great strength carefully so he doesn't hurt others accidentally.
Appearance: Fair skinned and relatively short with a boyish face and a cheeky smile. He has messy sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes, and generally seems quite unassuming and harmless to the average person, despite his strength. For the most part, he is everything his appearance would suggest he is, but his true nature is starting to catch up with him. Distracting from his fairly normal looks are the numerous bandages on his fingers, which hide a secret nervous habit of chewing on his nails; he can be a surprisingly anxious person.