Luis: Scouting the Competition

Name: Luis Dafou

Age: 24

Race:  Anthro (Golden Retriever)

Gender: Male

Abilities: A dog's smell and hearing. Trap-laying and forethought: robotics and hydraulics. Manipulation and intellect.

Strength: 5 / 10

Agility: 1 / 10

Speed: 2 / 10

Tactics: 8/ 10

Magic: 1 / 10

Skill: 7 / 10

Uncomfortable subject matter: None, go wild!

Bio: 

Luis Dafou has always prided himself as being more just than a dog. He's an inventor, an engineer, a philosopher even! The Renaissance Man. 

As a boy, Luis was driven by passion and ambition. He thought he was better than his small town begot. He wanted to become a big-time veterinarian or inventor. But there comes a time in every pup's life that he must become a dog. Dreams are just that: gone once morning come. Punted out of adolescence and shoved into the small town's compulsory summer job; factory work at Eric's, an immensely popular brand of animal feed boxes. Eric's, famous for its DoggO's, Cow Crunch, Sheep Scooters, and whatever else could be packaged into commercially available cardboard boxes. Engineer work, like his bastard of a father.

Everyday for four years, he told himself that he'd get out of that job, pursue something more.... intellectual. But, the pay was good, as came with the territory. The hours were long, the days and weeks passing in a blur, and the work... was menial.... When it wasn't menial? It... was deadly. Yet those were the moments he looked forward to the most. He never felt more alive..... Above all, Luis wished he could persue that feeling.

When he discovered he had Earth magic, he knew his moment had arrived. He had to take fate into his own hands and, by god, he'd do it. In Avangard, he made himself Chief Engineer of the Albatross. In Aridin, he himself survived the jungle for 127 days. In Castimere, he learned the language of light and color. By god, he'll do it all over again.