NAME: Foo Dao
AGE: Somewhere in his forties
HAIR: Orange
EYE COLOR: Green
HEIGHT: 6’8"
WEIGHT: 320 lbs
B-DAY: Unknown
SIGN: Unknown
BIRTHPLACE: Unknown
SPECIES: Tiger/human/bird hybrid
TALENTS: Culinary and domestic arts, hand to pan combat, military knowledge, and limited flight.
MAGIC: Something has to be keeping him up when he flies.

PERSONALITY: Foo is…well, Foo. He’s aloof, he’s direct, he’s professional, and his frying pan is Teflon coated so you won’t have to worry about your face sticking to it after you tell him you don’t like mushrooms. He rarely sees fit to speak to people unless necessary, and not much is known about him except that he trained at the feet of one of the best chefs in Sorian, was head cook to the former royal human family, and he seems to have a shady past with the military. He has been assigned the duty to make sure King Daray’s family is kept well fed and protected, much to the Shira and Darrin’s dismay, as he could make your average Jewish mother look outright neglectful. He is obsessed with food, and has a tendency to go ballistic if mealtimes are delayed or interrupted. Truly, you do not play with your Foo….er, sorry.

PHRASE: "You can die now, or after you eat."

Next: Meep.