"Kuh-kaw."

Player: Dexh

Character Name: Dionysius Gailborn

Age: 17

Sex: Male

Species: Jackdaw

Height & Weight: 5'4", 150lb

Social Status: Outer Class

Physical Description:
Dion's especially vain, and most everything about him shows that a conscious effort to look tough, cool, and hot. Unfortunately, as a sheltered 17 year old, he often falls flat.

He's a standard jackdaw: a small crow with bright white eyes, dusty gray feathers from the back of his neck and to his chest, and black feathers and scales elsewhere. He's surprisingly clean and well built for an Outer Classer, and he makes quite an effort to maintain both. He works out frequently, conditions his feathers, polishes his beak and talons, and other vanities. Much to his shame, he's missing both wings, having only scarred and disfigured stumps that he frequently binds down. They gives him some stiffness and soreness, but he's much more concerned about their appearance.

His clothes are chosen entirely for their appearance, and they change randomly as something new catches his eye. Whatever he wears, it's his interpretation of tough and street, such as hooded sweatshirts and the colors black or red. Currently, the most-distinguishing and most-prized pieces are a flame-decorated bandanna on his head and a well-tailored black trench coat.

Background:
Sometime, somewhere, Dion was born -- not even he himself cares about the details -- into the Gailborn crime family. It was an unfortunately-sized Undercity gang, large enough to have real enemies but not large enough to have real power, and Dion was just within the inner circle. For him, this meant perks and privileges but only power and responsibility if about two thirds of the family died. But this worked, as neither he nor anyone else wanted him in charge.

Again, sometime, somewhere, a rival gang attacked and destroyed the Gailborn family. The inner circle and all those who steadfastly served them were killed, and the rest, Dion included, were subjected to torture, sold into slavery and prostitution, and whatever else their captors could think of. For over a year, for all intents and purposes, Dion was dead.

December 20, 29 ECE -- the one and only date he bothers to remember -- Dion regained his freedom. Even though earlier escape attempts had taken from him his wings and from others their will to even try, Dion used the chaos of the colonial missile strike to escape.

Dion has, in his words, been living on his wits ever since. In reality, having little knowledge of the real world, he's been failing and floundering in most everything. He eventually found a niche, living in a small apartment in the Undercity and working as a pickpocket, runner, and sometimes performer.

Personality:
Dion's an unfortunate mix of traits: being arrogant, he thinks himself better than any other Outer Classer; being insecure, he constantly needs to prove his worth; and being cowardly, he avoids conflict and competition. All together, he comes off as an insignificant and annoying punk.

To prove himself with the bare minimum of risk, Dion resorts to all-but-invisible annoyances. He'll scam and pickpocket where he thinks no one'll notice, shout names and insults from within large crowds, and anything else he can think of that'll get him a laugh without getting him in trouble.

The quickest way to his heart is through his face, either by complimenting or threatening his appearance. He obviously devotes a lot of time to it, so it's a clear target for anyone who looks.

Only hybrids and those few who prove themselves (usually by offering good-paying work or scar-inducing threats) are spared his attitude. He respectfully avoids hybrids, having been raised with a gang's survival instinct: "You mess with hybrids, and either they or we kill you." He's similarly respectful and hardworking for those others, at least until something more profitable or more painful comes along.

Weapons/Equipment:
A pair of tonfa (melee weapons) - Kept under his coat at his waist.

Lock picks and similar tools - An assortment of items assembled one by one for thefts. Kept in various pockets.

A bicycle - No one's quite sure where he got it or if he can ride it, but he has it, you don't, and that's all that matters. Kept in his apartment.