Race: Qel-Den/Redtooth Hybrid
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Appearance: No one is quite sure what mix of species Paw has. Some humans say lion (they show her pictures and she still doesn't see it), others say Gryphon (again, those humans and their weird beasts). All Paw knows is she has pearly-white scales that cover most of her body. Black scales form strangely beautiful curls on all parts but her tail. Black fur covers a long muzzle/snout which also bears scars. Dark red horns sprout from right above her furry-white ears. From her head, down her spine, all the way to the end of her tail, various shades of red fur sprout from her skin. Fur also appears at her elbows, ankles, wrists, haunches (some might find it strange, but she takes good care of it, despite its awkward placement), and in a stripe down her chest (yes, between her breasts, yes it does itch often). She has softly furred paws for hands, but her feet are scaled. Various bangles and jewelry often adorn her body, though they were not originally in her possession; she is hardly ever found with the cuffs on her horns, the piercings in her ears, and the bangles around her neck; however, the cuffs on her tail are easy to remove and she often does so. Most RedTeeth could be found with a full set of wings they could be proud of, but due to her mixed blood, Paw did not have large enough wings to lift her off the ground. They weren't even large enough to be considered wings. They were tiny, and they were a nuisance. She was considering surgery. Not for cosmetic reasons (at least not as the only reason), but because clothes didn't fit her properly. Redteeth clothes fell off because they made room for larger wings, of which she didn't have; and Qel clothing was too small, to accommodate wingless bodies. She wouldn't even go near human or Kylian clothing. They were too weird.
Occupation/Class: Currently out of a job, frequently pick-pockets.
Bio: Paw remembers her RedTooth father, but not her (what she assumed to be) her Qel mother. Paw just knew, from her father's scolding, that she was lucky to be alive. Apparently, her parents narrowly avoided a forced abortion by giving up their "riches" and hiding away in the streets. Of course, "lucky to be alive" could be seen as redundant, as she was turned out young to make money for her father. At 14, she was tired of giving males (and often times Qel females who were too rough with her) her body, as much as they may have admired it, so she left her father in an alley (supposedly going to meet a client) and never returned. Now, the Colony wasn't that big, but she never saw her father again that day. She currently roams the streets with a band of hooligans who named themselves "Night Riders". She thought they were all fools, but she had to save up for her coveted surgery, so unless something better came along, she stole with them and slept with them for the money. Only for the money.
Reference pic:
(Pretty accurate except for: upright posture, rather than all fours; nubby wings; small breasts, but still visible; clothes of a street urchin(dirty pants, baggy t-shirt, no bra, often times no underwear, sad excuse for sneakers).) 