Thomdril

Height : Five feet four inches
Weight : 160 lbs
Age : 27


A bard of sorts, or public entertainer, whichever the modern term is. Tom enjoys a good story or song, but he loves retelling stories he has picked up and playing music he has learned. Tom may be odd for a Tiger. He is soft spoken, timid, even avoiding crowds. All that tension and social awkwardness dries up the moment he is performing for a crowd. His entire being is infused with an electric energy that captivates his listeners. His voice will turn from barely audible to a rumbling bass that resonates whether he is inside of a great hall or in a meadow entertaining squirrels and beetles.
The upside of being a tiger is the reflexes, coordination, stamina. Tom can put on a show to dazzle, awe, or simply amaze. From throwing axes to swallowing swords. Cartwheels to backflips. Everything between.
If he had to fight he would astound, that is, if he could relate his stage abilities to actual reality. One problem with this performer is his tentative connection with reality. He can often be found wandering aimlessly, a heavy ruck sack on his back filled to the brim with the tools of his trade. If something shiny is to catch his eye, Tom will lose any current train of thought and chase it.

Scene ideas: Kind of an odd first one, I don't often play pred, but should Thom through a mistake of his own become lost enough to go without eating for a few days, well... Nutrition is nutrition right? Even if it goes down begging?

Possessions: A bag he carries on his back contains the following.
A gilded harp, a prized possession, inlaid with silver and gold.

A gilded lute, another prized possession, inlaid tastefully with silver and gold.

A collection of books containing popular folklore not yet committed to memory.

Various medical supplies and ointment for tumbling related injuries.

Various props and tools for sleight of hand performances.

A sleeping bag, parachute cord, and a waterproof poncho with jungle camouflage.

Logs

Poor Tom was given a car, and a faulty one at that. This car broke down on a rural road, perilously close to Sara_lina's usual stomping grounds. As things would go the unfortunate Tiger was ambushed, gulped down, then mercilessly ground into simple proteins and nutrition, fortunately he was unconscious by the time the truly horrible things began.(The very first person to play a scene to completion with this character, thank you so much! ^.^)

Poor Tom again, out playing his flute for the simple joy of playing it, and mistaken for a snake charmer by Vivica_Dressel. She at least took the time to seduce him, then give him one last pleasure before sending him into her stomach. She sent him to the first stomach, so she could later leave his remains in a steaming pile in some bushes outside her home.

Alas, what shall we do with this Tiger? He is no kind of predator at all... While trying to find some temporary work at a night club, which he failed to do, Tom was noticed by Steph_Horta while consoling himself with a bit of liquor. Well, as things go, she followed him into the rest room, had her wicked way with him then... Adding insult to injury, she worked her puckered tailhole over his snout, then his head, with the rest to follow. Steph_Horta got herself a good time and a full belly, while Thomdril just got himself got. v.v

He may have been tricked into dangerous territory, or maybe it was a simple mistake by the locals that took him hunting, either way Thomdril found himself lost and alone in the woods. Unfortunately he found himself in Luppanna's territory, dressed as a hunter and smelling of gunpowder. It was all the instigation she needed to stuff him into her belly, kindly listening to his pleas for freedom until he fell unconscious, then churned away until any semblance to his form had faded into her rounded, softer, belly.