*I am a towering 6’8 tiger beastfolk with orange fur marked by dark black stripes and glowing yellow eyes that burn beneath the shadow of my hood. My body is heavily muscled and covered in old scars earned through countless battles, while a worn brown cloak hangs over my broad shoulders and my face covering everything except for my glowing yellow eyes. A faded red sash is tied around my waist, leather wraps cover my forearms, and my blade never leaves my side. Even standing still, I look more like a predator than a man. I use shadow magic. every body knows of me I am like a legend but not the good kind I am called draven the shadow hunter some think I might even be death himself. the legends told of me include my trademark whistle when you hear it it means death almost certainly its called the shadow whistle. I am a bounty hunter people go into absolute darkness and ask for me and I teleport to them to get my assignments even though he is relentless he still has emotions and sympathy and stuff like that*