Name: Cat A. Myar
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Lynian (Melynx)
Height: 2'10''

Appearance:
Hunched over, with black fur. One ear won't stand straight. Myar has stopped licking himself in order to better assimilate with human society, as such his fur is overlong and shaggy.

Personality:
Myar is constantly losing battles with felvine cravings, and bounces radically from hyper-vigilant and nervous to manic and playful. His struggle to keep his kleptomania at bay is MOSTLY a winning one.

Special Skills:
Having been a bandit and a thief, Myar is very sneaky.
Myar also maintains an affinity for trap making, especially when involving explosives.

Armor:
Myar doesn't enjoy the weight and clumsiness of armor, and instead keeps a meshed cloak for camouflage.

Weapons:
Catspaw (SnS style sap, with stun properties and barrel-lid shield)
Shooter's Barrel (focusing ammo on status effect and nuisance)

Notable Equipment:
Flash bombs
Smoke bombs
Sonic Bombs
Dung Bombs
Paintballs
Bug net
Binoculars

History:
Cat A. Myar lived most of his life as a bandit, robbing hunters in the forest. One of his marks always caught him in the act, but would come through frequently. The two made a game of seeing if they could outsmart each other and eventually became friends. The hunter helped Myar integrate with human society (keeping his sticky fingers in check), and Myar helped him as a Palico.

When the hunter never came home from a hunt (one that Myar should have been on), Myar set out looking for him. This meant taking on hunts by himself, especially ones that demanded travel. Myar is certain that his friend is out there, and he'll do anything to find the hunter.