Gunnar Vig

Gunnar Vig
He was a younger feline stuck in the chaos of the world. He was clearly a fighter, some scars adorned on his lightly, but not overly, toned arms. He had darker grey fur, soft to the touch and dark purple dots all down his back side and down his slender, short haired tail. Mid lengthed, light, almost lavender, hair mingled with his face, he looked rather feminine, with boyish curves hidden with all black clothing that were almost perfect with his naturally twiggy frame. He was glad that his body's appearance was so disarming or he would've been dead by now. He was clever, not one to be toyed with. His curved, greyish purple eyes lingered on what he was staring at sometimes, he was a cautious creature, but well aware of his own strengths and weaknesses.

Stats

 * Strength - 3
 * Perception - 5
 * Endurance - 5
 * Common Sence - 3
 * Inteligence - 8
 * Agility - 6
 * Leftovers - 2

Perks

 * Escape Artist: If there's a way out he'll know, has a sharp eye for hiding places and escape routes.
 * Fist Fighter: Is exceptionally well with closer hand to hand combat, doesn't typically need weapons.

Flaws

 * Weak: He isn't very strong, his strength is pathetic, hits about as hard as a younger teen.
 * Blind Eye: Blinded in his left eye, although unotciable, is very hazardous.
 * Small: Although most would consider this a perk at times it's more of a flaw. Larger people can easily pick him up and chuck him like a rag doll.
 * Strong sex-drive: He constantly wants to please and be pleased by others, leaving his body -at times- at a disavantage, he craves being touched, but damage him permanantly and he'll kill you.

Equipment

 * Black t-shirt.
 * Black rolled up pants. (To his knees)
 * Worn down black and white All-Star tennis shoes.
 * Beat up black and white backpack.
 * Crow bar. CROWBAR.jpg

Carried in backpack:

 * Almost empty pack of gum.
 * Some money
 * Crow bar; normally.
 * Old medical kit.