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  • Vital Stats

    • Name: Jonathan Girsh
    • Gender: Male
    • Race: Bengal Tiger
    • Gender: Male
    • Career: Archaeologist, member of the Heroes of Gaslight
    • Alignment: Chaotic Good
    • Age: 29
    • Body Type: Athletic
    • Height: 5'9"
    • Weight: 160
    • Complexion: Standard tiger coloration/markings
    • Eyes: Yellow
    • Handedness: Right Handed
    • Scars: Brand on the palm of his right hand, which glows like a hot ember
    • Languages: English, Sanskrit, Sumerian, Latin, Arabic (in order from most fluent to least)
    • Relationship Status: Courting
    • Personality: Antisocial, but polite
    • Likes: red wine, Earl Grey tea, fine cheeses, books on philosophy and history, archaeology, seclusion
    • Dislikes: cruelty, impolite people, being in crowds of people, hedonism

  • Description

    A rather standard example of his species, the bengal tiger sports the standard coloration of black stripes over an orange pelt, with cream covering his front, muzzle and eyes. Said eyes are a normal yellow.

    His dress is a tad more pronounced. He wears a formal three piece suit, consisting of black paints, waistcoat and overcoat, a white dress shirt, and a blue tie. With the overcoat taken off, a silver chain can be seen leading to the silver pocket watch he keeps tucked away in his waistcoat's pocket. He keeps this outfit as clean and presentable as possible, as a mark of pride. Almost as a counterbalance to his formal attire, a purple scarf is tied around the middle of his tail. Though aware of this contradiction in fashion styles, he refuses to take it off.

  • Powers

    Jon's power is pyromancy. On an ill-fated archaeological dig into the ziggurat of one of the ancient Sumerian city-states, a ritual that had lain dormant for millenia was completed by the exploration, resulting in the death of Jon's accompanying team, their lives used to kindle the flame that branded --and now lives in-- his right hand.

    Because of the shame over this catastrophy, the fire is rarely used. He resorts, instead, to fisticuffs, of which he has little experience, or swordplay, of which he has greater experience, thanks to formal training in fencing.

    Other than that, he is as physically capable as a fit cat would be.