Storl

Name: Storl Viordan

Fusion: Large Feline

<Stats> (+12 to all stats, max of 15)
Strength     :12
Vitality     :9
Speed        :11
Dexterity:   :9
Intelligence :9
Perception:  :12
Charisma:    :15

AC:
Health: 36/36
PDR:
HP Regen: 2

Injuries:


Appearance: Storl is a 5'11 man with white/black fluffy cat ears. His hair is a mixture of fiery red and orange for his act though, and styled to be rather similar to that of a greaser's with wavy hair. He is fairly muscular, has a strong jawline and no eyebrows, because his buddy the firebreather burned them off. Unfortunately, his wonderful beard has been partially singed off as well, leaving him with red and orange mutton chops.

<Skills> (+5 , Max of 4) (Backstory +1 to Instinct/Intimidate)
    -Strength
Melee Weapons   :1
Unarmed         :1
Intimidate      :2
Leap            :1
    -Speed
Smooth-Step     :1
Reflexes        :1
    -Dexterity
Security        :-1
Firearms        :-1
Throwing Weapons:
Move Silently   :-1
    -Intelligence
Repair          :-1
Medicine        :-1
Subterfuge      :-1
Electronics     :-1
    -Perception
Hide            :1
Senses          :3
Instinct        :1
Scavenge        :1
    -Charisma
Barter          :2
Bluff           :2
Diplomacy       :2
Tame Animal     :4

<Items>
    -Weapons
Machete
Whip

    -Armors


    -Food


    -Misc


Backstory -
Storl Viordan was a foreigner from Finland who had come to America in search of the seemingly dying American Dream. While he did escape his family in Denmark, unfortunately he was now in poverty. He applied for whatever jobs were available, up until a circus came through town. With his burlesque figure, rather apparent charm, and an actual interest in the circus, they hired him on the spot! He became renowned as the Ringling Bros lion and tiger tamer, having 4 lions and 3 tigers obeying him and jumping through hoops with little more than a beckon. It became a star act at one point when he managed to get them all to jump through a small ring of fire one at a time without even being singed. Unfortunately, then the meteors fell and, well, there was no need for a circus anymore.  During the time of his fusion, he was tending to his prized Siberian Tiger, and assumes he fused with it since it disappeared. Now that the apocalypse was happening, everyone was trying to survive, rather than see a silly circus! He kept with the remainders of the circus, most of them now being freaks like him and tried to survive as best as they could, together.