Evan N Wexler

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  • Name: Evan N Wexler
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Arian
  • Breed: Winged Timber Kai
  • Alignment: Good
  • Deity: Jupiter (Air)
  • Age: 9
  • Height: 3'8"
  • Weight: 67lb
  • Eyes: Stone Cold Silver
  • Handedness: Right
  • Scars: Left wing - marginal covert
  • Personality: Shy, timid, trustworthy, unconditionally affectionate, yielding, friendly, gullible, scaredy-pants.
  • Likes: Sweets, sunny days in a wide open and breezy meadow, musical instruments (leaned toward strings and woodwinds)
  • Dislikes: Darkness, his inability to fly, being and feeling disorient, desertion

• Oh look! A puppy!

  • Attire: Looked like some fancy feathered robe that was much too big for the pup. Worse yet, there was a massive, gold, and very high dollar looking twin headed hammer-stave strapped tightly to his backside that looked like it may have been 6ft in total length.
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Arian
  • Breed: Looks like a Toy Klee Kai
  • Height: About 3'8" counting his ears too.
  • Complexion:
    Soft Ivory pelt but that robe left a lot to the imagination...

    Body had the typical Siberian Husky coal black patterns but would gradually darken inward from his little mane, down his spine, and the length of his stubby tail to the tip. same for this toe tips and fingertips.
  • Eyes: Stone Cold Silver
  • Visible Scars:
    None openly viewable it seems!

    Left wing's marginal covert radius suffered a compound fracture that has left a permanent lump.

  
  Perhaps you saw this little guy hiding about behind some shrubs or timidly sneaking about the market place looking for food. He generally kept clear from open areas as much as he could and if spotted, he'd likely panic.

• Description

  More often than not, Evan would wander the world with nothing to cover his body other than what looked like a massive feathered robe that dragged in his wake.
  The feathered robe was actually his wings and small they were not with a mighty span of 14-feet tip to tip.
  
  At a mere 3'8" tall and a featherweight of 67lb, he was ideal for flight but bad at it. It was a deep dark secret of his.
  To most, Evan would be considered 'cute' with his small being and hint of belly pudge, not too flat but not too rounded; it certainly made him look years younger than what he really was, especially with those large ears standing tall atop his head and little sniffer. Not too much has changed since he was age 4.