Bowie
Class: Brawler
Race: catfolk
Backstory:
Bowie's mother was a slave, taken by orcs who were fascinated by the catfolk woman. She became pregnant (presumably by another slave, though Bowie isn't sure), and with the help of an orc she had become friends with, made it seem like an orc had gotten her pregnant. With the help of a clan witch, they performed the birth away from prying eyes, and her orc friend, who was also pregnant, allowed Bowie's mother to claim her children as her own, so that her litter would not be killed by the slavers.
Bowie was born into the orcish slave fighting pits, and fighting and killing for the amusements of others was his life for a very long time. He fought alongside his "siblings," an orc named Jellica, and a half-troll name Kih, and they were very close to each other.
Bowie was a strong fighter, well accustomed to using only his fists and brute strenght to keep even larger opponents down. He was good at it, and orcs found him very amusing, often commenting on his cat features.
He's a cheerful guy despite the situation, but a slave is still a slave, and he was not treated well in or out of the fighting pits. As an adult, when the clan was traveling and he was being transported from one place to the next, he took advantage of the opportunity and knocked his holders out, breaking his chains and escaping to freedom.
He travelled for a while, trying to find a place for himself, a path he could take in life. An opportunity presented itself in the form of a professor of the war college at a university. The man was impressed with Bowie's prowess and unique fighting style, and under his advice, joined the university's war college.
He's remained cheerful and upbeat, trying not to let his past as a slave hurt him more than it did. But he's trying hard not to be the killer he was. Though he loves fighting, he's tired of killing, and is more than willing to leave that to those who want to do it.
Appearance: Bowie is quite short, at 5'2", and unique looking even among catfolk. He is a sphynx, hairless, with heterochromatic eyes, one blue, one green. Though thin and wiry, he's stronger than he looks. He wears a gladiator's leather skirt and flexible, Boneless Leather Armor. He also wears a collar, given to him by a halfling woman named Lelane over the course of the campaign, that turns into a tattoo when worn. It says his name in the catfolk language on it.
