Name: No birth name. Goes by Pants.
Species: Eastern Pronghorn. A nomadic herd of half-wild flying antelope whatchamadoodles that are usually east of something.
Height: 5' at the withers
Occupation: professional vagrant
Abilities/Skills: no real abilities, just fast and strong
Strengths: ramming, kicking, pawing, biting, whatever gets the job done.
Weaknesses: For starters, he doesn't have any powers, but he also can't swim, and isn't the brightest crayon in the box. Feathery wings are surprisingly delicate. Forced separation from Roach causes EPIC emotional trauma.
Personality: Not too terribly smart, and never afraid to point out the obvious.
Mannerisms/Attitude: Passive unless provoked. Looks to Roach for guidance, may use proverbial phrases very poorly.
History: Outcast of his own society. Born a "yakshi," aka warrior class. The dictators established a law requiring yakshi pronghorns (bearing the forehead markings) to be abandoned at birth. Pants spent his years city hopping and pick-pocketing with Roach, from whom he got his name. Was raised by Roach's massive family in a garbage dump, and they were BFF's ever since.
Likes: Food. Any kind. Lots of it.
Age: 1 (2,497 in roach years)
Abilities/Skills: can read!
Strengths: Not dying. He could survive a flipping nuclear bomb.
Weaknesses: Ugly as sin. Virtually harmless. Forced separation causes intense emotional trauma.
Personality: Not the brightest thing either, Roach loves to get on others' nerves.
Mannerisms/Attitude: Gregarious and sassy. Mostly sassy.
History: Born in a trash can with 587 of his brothers and cousins, and "flew the nest" at the ripe old age of 3 weeks.
Likes: the sound of his own voice. And his dashing good looks.