Felan est resté à lui-même, grande surprise là-bas, tandis qu'il a mangé son deuxième petit déjeuner aussi civilement que possible. À un moment donné, il avait cessé de se bercer avec le couteau et il avait juste fait de gros morceaux de viande sur sa fourchette. Mais au moins, il utilisait une fourchette.
Il était presque au point de finir, en pensant déjà aux tâches qu'il avait à la maison, quand l'un des patrons de la taverne est venu à sa table. Felan avait l'air d'un lézard assis devant lui. Le lézard. Celui qu'il avait pris en essayant de chasser sur sa terre plusieurs fois. Le grand homme a froncé.
Le reptile a commencé à propos d'une offre qu'il avait, chaque mot ne faisant que se creuser plus profondément. Felan le fixa avec une expression d'un désintérêt total. Les mots choisis par le reptile n'étaient pas très flatteurs; il était clair que des accords frappants n'étaient pas son point fort. Quand il a finalement fini, Felan ayant poli le dernier de son repas, le changeur de peau a écarté son assiette.
"Je ne suis pas une chèvre, et je ne suis pas un enfant. J'apprécierais que vous arrêtiez de parler de moi comme d'un seul », a-t-il dit, sa voix était presque comme un grognement. Il était manifestement mécontent. Felan se foutait de l'âge du lézard. C'était un homme adulte à part entière, et il a refusé d'être appelé un « enfant », surtout par un être qui a clairement manqué de bon jugement. "Et quelle que soit l'offre que vous pensez avoir, vous pouvez l'oublier. Je n'ai aucun souci pour tout ce que vous pouvez fournir."
Name: Felan the Wolf
Race: Skin-changer (based off of Tolkien fiction)
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Occupation: A simple sheep herder
Personality/Interests: While usually gentle, Felan can be fierce if not given the respect he deserves. Like any creature of the forest, Felan must be respected in order for respect to be returned. He's loyal to those he calls friends, and generally mild mannered, but should one forget who he is, he's quick to remind them.
Felan is very respectful of nature and her creatures. He only uses what he needs, and what he takes, he uses completely. Although he does have to kill animals to survive, he never considers hunting a great victory. It's simply something he has to do to live. He tends to get all sour when he sees others disrespecting these principals. Outside of his turf, he'll just tolerate it, but on his land, it is unacceptable.
He doesn't care much for dwarves, seeing them as greedy creatures who do not respect the earth they mine. His feelings towards humans are kind of on the fence; while he's met very good ones, he's met bad ones as well. He's on pretty good terms with elfin folk, even if he thinks they're a bit stuck up. Magic-baring folk, he's a bit uneasy around. But he's willing to accept them. He absolutely hates goblins and ogres, usually killing them on sight if they intrude on his land. All other races of the land fall somewhere in the middle of the spectrum.
Appearance Details 
Felan is a big man. In his human form, he has copious amounts of hair. The hair on his head is long and black, his beard often grown out. On his back, it grows in a narrow mane that runs down his spine to his tailbone. The rest of his body is covered like that of an average man's, if not a bit thicker. It's smoother and softer than typical male human body hair, almost like fur.

Body build: Tall and muscular
Hair: Everywhere
Hair color: Black
Skin color: Caucasian, tanned by the sun.
Eye/Iris color: Brown
Height/Weight:  A towering 6'8"/ 250
Notable Features: Scars litter his body from various spats with intruders
Clothing Description: He's a man that clearly doesn't give much thought to his looks. Living alone and not knowing how to sew, his clothes tend to get a bit raggy. He often wears wool pants in various earth tones, and vests made of animal hide. May or may not be found wearing an actual shirt. Probably not. He doesn't get cold easily like your typical human, and since his shifting destroys it, clothing is typically light. Shoes are always forgotten.
Equipment: He doesn't carry much
Weapon: None
Powers: Like every member of his species, he has the ability to take the form of a large, powerful animal whenever he chooses. His form is a great, black wolf with brown eyes. In this form, he stands 5 feet at the shoulder, with strength that surpasses your typical canine.

Abilities: Can commune with canines, regardless of his form. Has acute senses. Feels a special connection with animals of any species.
Talents: He's shown excellent farming skills. He's very good with his hands, having built his house with his own.
Other: He lives on a homestead a few miles outside of town. There, he raises sheep who are said to have the silkiest wool in the country. He's quite popular with the merchants when he comes into town to sell it. The townspeople regard him as a strange hermit, but appreciate him for running off goblin raiders nevertheless.
He lives alone, save for his animals. He has a few horses and ponies, quite a few sheep, birds that seem to just hang around, and a whole pack of dogs and wolves of every shape and size. All of whom wander his property and/or his house.

Sessamaru: "Has a young and refreshing view on the world." Felan could get along well with him.
Historia Saurvale: "A bit childish, but not a bad person." 
Saha Thulaja Era: "I get a bad vibe from this one." Probably won't get along too well.
Katelia: "Not terribly sociable." She seems to be pretty decent to him, but he's still a little on the fence. Still, she's never done anything to make him hate her.
Julio: "Seems nice enough."
Azzrix Grimmor: "Kind of a shifty little fellow." He's not sure about this one.
Margaret von Eisenberg: He's not fond of magic, and not fond of greed. She will probably rub him the wrong way.
Naida Marcoon: "That's the nice girl that serves me my favorite ale every week."
Drubbins: "I don't like ogres."
Mysaren: "She seems nice. Haven't seen her around here before." 
Tahira Raske: "She seems nice, for a mage anyway."
Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku: "Wish he'd stay off my damn land."
Claire Alexandria: He doesn't really know what to think of her, but she hasn't offended him personally. 
Viggo Malmsteen: "Nice voice, awful person."
Rouen Fulgur: "Pompous asshole."