Nimbus

Name: Jack "Hound" Nimbus (Generally just goes by Nimbus or Nimby)

Appearance: Nimbus himself, is a fairly tall, and moderately scrawny man. He stands at around 4'8, his fur is somewhat like that of an egyptian mau cat, with the recognizable grey with black spots. His tail is around a foot long, and his ears are where those of a normal human's are, but they still go up and look like a cats, just slightly displaced. The top of his skull however, is significantly smaller as his head fans out slightly into the shape of what a normal cat skull would be. His eyes are purple, with the normal cat pupils.

Age: 19

Personality: He is rather cocky, and fairly volatile. Honestly, even if someone who he knows is stronger than him, he will probably antagonize them anyways, unless he finds them charismatic. However, he is mostly a team player and despite any banter, he will likely have your back. He intensely dislikes gravy.

Homeland: Floria, and lived in Razanik for quite some time before heading for the Zilant

COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE TO THAUMATURGY: http://pastebin.com/XQ1f7RuH

Background:  Nimby was born in Floria, despite the intense amount of flux, however they were pretty much in a non-flux zone. Despite his parents being from a race of cat people that are well known for living in secluded areas and being very proud, they were massive, and completely weak cowards that loved to live near lots of people and sucked at battle. He is known as hound for his exquisite sense of smell, of which is significantly better than that of a cat, and so people started calling him hound as he helped people find things, and easily guessed what spices were used in what food. Nimbus hated his parents because they were weak cowards, however he couldn't help that. The only thing he could do was leave off on an epic adventure as soon as he could, so he could prove his own valor in battle, and possibly redeem his currently shitty name of Jack. Once he grew to a certain age, and after several years of sparring with his 3 brothers, and getting his ass kicked because they were all rather fat and bulky, and he was fairly scrawny, he eventually moved out and moved into Razanik. Here he learned the basics of thaumaturgy, as well as the rumors of a certain Zilant that he would be interested in boarding. It sounded exactly like the thing he was looking for as a child, and he wasn't just going to let his dreams go to shit! Other than that, he extremely dislikes gravy.

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Thaumaturgical knowledge: The Basics, as well as very slight weather manipulation

How would your PC react to a fellow PC killing an innocent?: Depends if they were hot or not. If they were hot, he'd be pretty salty, but either way he would not trust the fellow pc afterwards, even though he wouldn't care if it was some random innocent.

Confronted with a fight?: If it's a large, spoopy animal, he'll probably flee or use someone as a meatshield. However, if it's a man of some sort he'll probably just reply with some sarcastic words as he fled as well, for he knows he is honestly too weak to fight anyone right now.

You're left to your own devices, and have plenty of free time to do as you please?: He would drink milk, whilst researching things about weather thaumaturgy so he can git gud

How would your PC react to a close friend's death?: Doesn't really have any close friends, but if one were to die, he probably would loot their body as he mourned them.

A random person's death?: He would loot them if he could, and probably wouldn't care.