Name: Carson Shadowclaw
Race: Worgen
Class: Rogue (Former), Warrior
Age: 65 (Main), 66 (Shower, Bedtime)
Eye Color: Glowing Green (Worgen),
Fur Color: Silver (Black in his younger days)
Height: 7' 9" (Transformed), 6' 1" (Human)
Weight: 285 lb (Transformed), 210 lb (Human)
	Genital Measurement: 9 inches when fully erect, 3 inch diameter knot, more slender than thick length
Build: Toned, with a belly from old age
Hair: Light gray, with a faint tinge of deep red, cut short
Skin Color: Medium tan from work under the sun
Birthday: August 2nd
Current Status: Rebuilding family relationships
Family: Rachel Shadowclaw (Wife, Deceased)
	Dorothea Shadowclaw (Older Daughter, Alive)
	Diana Shadowclaw (Younger Daughter, Alive)
	Warren Romoson (Son-in-law, Deceased)
	Starla Shadowclaw (Granddaughter, Alive)
	Warren II (Shadowclaw) (Son/Grandson, Alive)

Carson's past is rife with sorrow and pain, and ultimately he felt it best for everyone if he simply lived out the rest of his life away from them.  Most days he thrives in the quiet and darkness, but occasionally he yearns for just... someone to talk to.

He keeps a loaded pistol in his home at all times.  He's only had to use it twice.

During his isolation, he's grown fond of simply living without the restrictions of clothing.  The irony of his tailoring profession is not lost on him, but he's made a comfortable living with his trade.  He's also come up with a few leather-hybrid designs that are less clothing and more... straps.

He has a secret spot on his that only one person knows about.  What does that spot do?  Good luck getting him to tell.

The decision to place distance between himself and Diana was mutual, but it never stopped him from loving her and thinking good of his daughter.  Even Dorothea couldn't hold a dark spot in his heart, but he never had any illusions that he might see her again.
