Main info
Name: Periheleone Racshner. "Peri," "Perihe," or "Racsh" for short.
Gender: Male
Age: 17

Species: Sayvari
Race: Cat-like alien

Alliance: Himself
Alignment: Good, but he wouldn't admit it

Personality
Pros: Dedicated, smart, quick to think.
Cons: Not very friendly, inapproachable. Angry at almost all times.
Peri suffers from an acute case of I-don't-like-you-because-you're-an-alien. He'll frequently speak with light insults and teases, even to his friends, but to them it's endearment.

Likes: Fish. Barbecue. 2-26-2-4283F's cooking. (Some) machines. Guns. Soap opera
Dislikes: Magic, friendship speeches, anything about the power of love

Backstory: Peri was a mechanic for a few years, until he got critically bored of it. He stockpiled weapons and skills, eventually using them to explore the galaxy and have a grand time adventuring. He made many friends, and many **more** powerful enemies. Eventually, one of said enemies beat him. His weapons and his ship were taken, and he was stranded here on Mobius.


Battle & Other
Powers: Like all Sayvari, Perihe's body is covered in air sacs under the fur. They can store air pressure and release them explosively, be it for self propulsion (a double, even triple jump!) or as a sonic attack.
Abilities: Agile, able to jump high and precisely. Surprisingly strong, thanks to lifting heavy machinery.
Skills: Hand-to-hand, he can punch above his (strength/speed) by an acute sense of prediction. An expert with his maul.

Weapons: An oversized chrome-plated maul with a lot of weight. It tends to return to him when thrown.
Tools: Forcefield emitter

Forms: The GSB-PH

Weaknesses: If overused, his air sacs will burst. This is quite painful, and also causes slight bleeding through every single one.

Appearance: Picture a mobian cat. Give ‘em a neck, sand-yellow fur, and a pair of drab green pants. Affix their already overly long ears with black tips that extend almost a full two inches, and add a fluffy tuft to their tail-end. Next, paint them in stripes all over, ranging from a clay brown all the way to exploded orange. Lastly, and most importantly, fill their chestnut eyes with a little bit of everlasting frustration.

Other info: Not romantically interested in aliens, or people not of his species. Sayvari are carnivorous, he's unable to digest fruits or vegetables. Since they're from a desert planet, the Sayvari also evolved to need to drink rarely. They will ingest about two or three gallons of water and will be set for the week.