Sten Softclaw [Griffon]

[Sten Softclaw]

-Information-
Name: Sten Softclaw
Species: Griffon
Gender: M
Age: 68 (34)
Occupation: Guerilla
Virtue: Honesty (to himself and others)
Vice: Cowardice
Special Talent: Tendency to survive.
Minor Talents: Oppressing the masses, making soup.

-Appearance-
Height: 5' 2"
Colours: Grey feathers, light grey fur.

-Bio-
Personality: Sten was never been much of one for conflict, which has mutated during his time under arms into a definite sense of self-preservation. He has a healthy regard for his comrades, of course, and he will stand by them when the going isn't too tough, but he knows when to fold 'em. He has never been called a coward in any kind of formal dispatch though, mainly because he was the only one left.

Sten has never fully developed the griffon penchant for violence either. He'll break a chair over a chap's head in a moment of high spirits, sure, but cold-blooded murder isn't something he'll indulge in. This doesn't mean he won't do it when things develop, though. He has a job to do, after all.


History: Sten was born rather unauspiciously to loving parents, preceded only by his older brother Snider. His father was the chef to Lord Broadwings, and they were happy, if not especially wealthy (wealth being a controlled substance in the Courts). Sten joined the army alongside his brother and all the other servant's sons from Wingchester. He took the opportunity to see new places, meet new people and kill them. And, of course, he was curious to see if he was the sort of griffon who could go to war.

He promptly discovered he was not.

After seeing action, he has since tried his damnest to get out of the army, get back home and fulfill the post of cook to the Broadwings. In response, the army has sent him to Manehattan, away from his friends and right into the middle of an insurrection. An extended and illicit leave of absence (i.e., going AWOL) has unfortunately left him in the position of having his nuts in a vice held by the commander of the Manehattan guard. Sten is still trying to accept his lot, but remains chipper in the face of his adversity, coming to accept that the only ways home are showered with honour or in a box.