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Falstaff has an outgoing personality, always providing a good time to his patrons at his laughhouse whether it’s a debate, chat , listening or just providing food and/or drink. While not quick to anger when he gets angry, he gets angry.
Special Abilities
Quick healing of wounds, can grow claws a few inches longer.
Special Skills
He does have an eye for unique and interesting deals.
Special Equipment
Falstaff wears his signature light brown leather coat that hangs open showing off his body, with pockets lining the inside mostly filled with bottles of various drinks.
Background
Standing at 8ft tall, Falstaff has feline-like features with chitinous-like plates starting at the front of the muzzle and going up the top and around the eyes like the mask. His black is fur mixed with hues of red giving off an appearance of fire. Though his body may be somewhat lithe, his muscles are well defined. He has 3 tails, and 4 arms with five fingers on three of them. The lower left arm is missing its middle finger that he lost when he was younger with another fowler.
While growing up he always kept an eye out for what people needed and traded what he could do for safety in return, This worked well in his favor during the tail end of the trade revolution, after many of stanzas of this he caught the eye of a jester of a smaller but respectable laughhouse he was taken in and taught the trade. After a couple stanzas he went through puberty and was given a chance to train to become a proper jester. Soon after a lot of training he managed to become a jester of the laughhouse he worked at. He celebrated for many hours and afterwards he headed to his home nearby. While traveling through the Mandsoian door he stumbled off the path and landed in chicago.