Oh, I love commissioned work. Shows some real devotion to the RP :P And bleh, RL peoples :P I'm a bit weird and aren't actually attracted to RL people on the whole. It's a psychological thing. *Huggles my boy friend* I do like a few though *Grin*

Sorry if I sound all pushy and judgmental. I've had a lot of bad experiences with partners and now I tend to screen a bit more than I use to :P However, I can see us working together just fine. . . .*Grin* I feel like getting creative. . . . *Pulls out NatGeo books full of animals* *Let's see. . . . .

Name: Shuraal (Shu) of the Moon Raven Clan

Race: Beastman ([url=http://keleb.free.fr/images/serval.jpg]Serval[/url] breed)

Age: 24

Height: 6' 4”

Weight: 175lbs

Hair: Honey blond with two black streak running parallel from either side of the forehead all the way down to the tips of the hair. Hair is about waist length, strait and a little shaggy, tapering to a point in the back, and shaggy bangs that hide the eyes unless pushed back.

Eyes: Cloudy blue with cat slits.

Skin: Pale golden, just before tan.

Build: Long limbed, kinda lanky looking, but with faint muscle tone here and there and almost no body fat.

Extra: Short tail, just long enough to brush calves. Legs are like a felines where he walks on the ball of his foot, his foot several inches longer than a humans making his heel look almost like a backwards facing knee. Instead of human ears he has large serval ones that are settled high on his head and are movable like a cat's. His nails are pointed slightly, and tougher than a human's. His eye teeth are also a little longer giving him a fanged look. 

Clothes: When discovered he is wearing a simple heel length blood stained red loincloth. A pale blue slightly bloody cloth belt/sash tied around the waist with a lapis lazuli stone in a simple silver setting directly below the navel. The sash knot is over the right hip. The stone has his house crest carved into it, a raven perched on the bottom part of a crescent moon. Loin cloth draped in both front and back, and sash is slightly open on the left his giving it a slanted look. (Like [url=http://cdn3.volusion.com/qtb2n.o39uw/v/vspfiles/photos/BV-2.jpg?1352829363]this[/url] but without the jangles.)

Accessories: Clipped to outside of left ear is a small silver ear cuff with a small blue stone danging from it.

Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Better hearing and sense of smell than a human, can jump higher than a human and almost appear to run up vertical surfaces like a feline. Has limited night vision that is better than a humans and is skilled with small blades. He is a trained fighter and can work in groups with little practice.

General Personality: Shuraal actually doesn't like fighting and almost seems to detach himself completely when he's in battle. Unlike his fellows he does not see the battles as a noble conquest, and surviving each clash is the only thing he is grateful for after each one. E's a bit of a loner despite his clan's natural drive to stick together in groups and as such he feels a little out of place among his own kind. He has a fondness for children, of any race, and can easily be distracted by them. He is soft spoken, and though he is a skilled fighter he only attacks when ordered, preferring to try and run or talk his way out of confrontation. Once in battle he is like a wild animal, stalking through the battlefield like a ghost and leaping on to his prey without warning. Once the battle is over he feels the loss of life and feels the need to be alone.

Background: As a cub Shuraal was the smallest of his siblings, three in total, and as such he got a lot less attention from his parents and other clan members. He spent a lot of time getting kicked around and brushed aside and as such he learned to take care of himself and play alone. As with the runt of any litter he was expected to die, though he managed to get his portions of food despite his siblings' best efforts. When he reached his tenth year, spending most of that time just trying to survive, he and the others of his age were taken out to meet humans for the first time. The nearest village was use to the tradition and ignored the beast children unless they began causing trouble. Shu found the odd creatures very interesting and decided to learn more about them.

He came back later in the night and watched through windows as parents cared for their little ones. Even in the houses with large families all the children seemed important to the ones caring for them and Shuraal could feel his envy building. After the first late night visit he would go back often, just to watch the children being cared for, and wondering why his parents are so different. Like all of his kind around the age of fifteen he began learning to use weapons, though the actual trainers paid little attention to the small one. He learned the simplest weapon, and trained on his own mostly, only showing up for training when he had to, and after only a couple years he'd mastered his weapons to their satisfaction.

He still returned often to the human village, however one such visit changed his life. He smelled the smoke long before he ever saw the orange glow of the fire in the sky. The village was under attack, the cries of the villagers echoing through the woods. He arrived to find half the village slain, and almost every building on fire. The attackers were a mix of many different races, a bandit group known for their brutality. Without thinking he did what he could to save the remaining humans, drawing the attackers away while the villagers fled into the forest. He was disgusted by the slaughter, and terrified of all the death around him. It was then that his other side came into being, that competitive animal instinct that his siblings had had since birth. He only took out a handful of the bandits, but it was enough to send them into a panicked confusion allowing Shu to slip away and herd the humans to safety.

His clan did not take kindly to the human invasion, but begrudgingly accepted them for a time after hearing about the village. After they were sure the bandits had left for good they made Shuraal lead the humans back out and he did so gladly. He stayed with them for over a year to help them rebuild and when the local militia came by a year later to offer assistance, only then getting word of the attack, Shu decided then to join the fight. He stayed with the small militia for only a few months before moving on to a new group, learning a little here and there, but mostly finding targets for his own plans. A few of the soldiers he worked with came to recognize how he went about his personal battle and approved, in general, of his tactics.

He became kind of well known for sneaking through the battlefield and attacking the leaders of the opposing side, as if all the other combatants were simply cover for his final pounce. Any time it became clear that the enemy was starting to recognize him he would leave his troop and head to another one as far away as he could. He picked which armies he would join carefully, only joining ones that did not kill indiscriminately, and ones that were on the defense, not the offense for the most part. He became driven by the need to protect, and would leave a troop as soon as their values no longer coincided with his own. Due to this, and his propensity for killing important people, there are a lot of people who would love to see him dead.

During the final battle with his last troop he did not realize that they were off to attack a village until it was too late. He took down a few guards before realizing that the village was mostly defenseless and stopped attacking. A few villagers managed to land a few strikes on him before they watched him turn on his own men and begin attacking. He managed to get a group of villagers, mostly children, into an underground cellar which protected them from the blaze overhead. His fellow attacked him, but he managed to survive, hiding inside a circle of flames. He fought hard and saved as many as he could, and eventually the attacking force retreated. Shuraal managed to make his way to the cellar before passing out from the smoke inhalation and blood loss, the survivors nursing him the best they could.