Muuju

You see before you a man that appears to be a cross between a Lion and a Man, resembling the strange stories of the Centaurs of old. His face is proud, more lion than man, but there is an unmistakeable wisdom in his cat-eyes. A series of blue paints and tattoos cover the length of his body, as if by some tribal rite.

He moves with a feral grace, and observes you closely with a stern look of distrust.