[b]Name:[/b] Kari Weyrloc

[b]Species:[/b] Wolverine/Thrax

[b]Tribe/Clan/Pack/etc.:[/b] Wintertooth Clan

[b]Description:[/b] Kari has the height of his species, standing over most southern races, but is thinner than average by Thrax standards. The markings of his tribe are dyed into his dark fur in white forming an intricate design upon his face going down to his chest. His fur also mostly hides several scars along his neck

[b]Personality:[/b] While still aggressive and vicious Kari is decidedly more amicable than most of his kind. A man of few words even before his injuries he can still prove surprisingly Jovial in revelry. Much like the rest of the Thrax he values strength and may gravitate toward those that display it, but once he's chosen someone to follow he is incredibly loyal to them.

[b]Background:[/b] Kari had abandoned his clan and ventured south, wandering through the Red Fox empire mainly keeping to country paths to avoid notice. He had no particular destination he was simply trying to get further from his former clan. It wasn't until he reached the territory of the Gray Fox Shogunate that he was caught and turned over to the wolves who imprisoned him on the Stormeagle for transport.

[b]Talent:[/b] Melee combat. Kari excels up close, between skill and strength he can outmatch almost any opponent, mainly finding his equals among other Thrax

[b]Weakness:[/b] Simple. While not a complete dullard the mechanisms of the south more often that not elude him, leaving him hopeless to handling firearms.

[b]Knack:[/b] Intimidation. The reputation of the Thrax precedes him and his presence can often be enough to inspire fear and passivity in others, or perhaps respect for his master.

[b]Flaw:[/b] Silenced. After a brutal punishment by his clan Kari was left with a scarred neck and immense difficulty speaking. His communication is mostly limited to grunts and growls though he can still force some words out albeit not without great struggle.

[b]Posts/Week:[/b] at least once or twice a week.

[b]Example Post:[/b] Kari roared at the figures looming over him, two pinning him down by the arms and a third brandishing an axe. He struggles against the two pinning him down while the third began to speak "you disgrace your clan, you disgrace the Thrax with your words, your voice" the figure bent down and put one hand below his chin, forcing him to tip his head back to expose his neck while the blade of the axe came close "Now we take it from you, make you silent" with that the tip of the blade was driven into his neck, his screams of rage mingling with screams of agony as it rent his neck and torn his vocal chords, slowly drowning out his screams until they grew weak and faded. His struggles eventually faded with his voice and he was left there, his clan mates leaving him to die.

Kari woke with a start and tried to shake off the old memory, it still haunted him sometimes when he slept no matter how much he tried to block it out. Just then a noise drew his attention to the other side of the cell he was in, seems he woke up just in time for food. A parcel was dropped through a slot in the door, no tray no one wanted to come retrieve it later, it was enough to keep him alive but he would still feel hunger, especially since he could only eat whatever he could force through the iron muzzle on his face. He took the food and sat back against the cell wall again, for now only able to wait.