This would be when he first began "adventuring", arriving the "Oxpit tavern" in Mulmaster.
The doorway opens and yet another traveller enters. He pauses at the doorway, seemingly unsure as to where to take a seat. Seeing the hooded fellow seated by himself, he pads over and introduces himself.
As he approaches, you note his voluminous cloak seems stitched together from many different colors and fabrics. You also notice the leather wrapped hilt of a two handed weapon that juts from his belt from under the patchwork cloak.
Standing just under 6 feet tall and weighing around 200 pounds, he is rangily built, sturdy, yet
neither bulkily muscled nor overly lean.
As he moves closer and pulls his cloak to the side, all resemblance to humankind ends. In fact, he resembles nothing so much as a bipedal mountain lion, covered in short jet black fur, complete with a four foot long tail that twitches and lashes incessantly, as if it had a mind of its own. The tip of his tail is rusty red..thought its not clear if its dyed or a natural phenomenon-
This unusual figure is further attired in short, baggy woolen breeches, (complete with tail hole), a well crafted, chain coat formed from hardened iron scales, a broad girdle with several pouches, and high topped leather sandals which expose stubby toes with semi retractable claws.
He is also equipped with a large satchel at his side and his forearms are protected by sturdy looking bracers. A quiver full of mismatched javelins completes his kit.
His bright yellow eyes sparkle with curiosity and mirth as he says in a deep, purring voice: "Greetings, I am called Red Tail...As he speaks, you observe his powerful padded fingers seem to strum the hilt of his curved greatsword."
OOC: (which ill refer to as a Falchion from now on, 3E throwback)