Octane(Griffon)[Complete]

Coat Colour: Black fur with red, orange and yellow feathers.
Eye Colour: Red

Rhodu was a quite griffon who never really did anything for fun. He hung out with his friends in town every so often. Usually ran around town messing up things like they always did. But one day he was captured on his way into town. A group of slavers had been in the area picking up young griffons when they spotted him on his own. Before they could make it back to the camp to collar him, a group of griffons came flying in and killed the slavers, while he thought he was about to go home it would turn out he was wrong. They took the group back to a strange looking building where they were put to work making explosives at gun point.

As the years went by Rho quickly learned his way around the basic explosives and waited for his time to be right. One day he got lucky as a female Griffon had taken position as guard over him, this was his chance at freedom. As he worked he struck up a conversation with her and eventually once her guard was down he spilled some of the powder on his chains where he quickly managed a controlled explosion that blew the chain links and freeing him for an escape. Turning around he stuck the female with his chain and made a run for it grabbing all the explosives he had made that day.

As he ran around the building looking for an exit, the other guards quickly noticed his attempt and started to give chase after him. In the end he wound up cornered on a wall with no way out, or at least that is what they thought. Looking around he picked out his C4 pack he managed to make and stuck it against the wall where he quickly set it to explode. Running straight to the guards he managed to catch the off and make it just past them as the explosion took hold and shook the building. Diving for the ground he covered his head as rubble and bodies flew in every direction.

As the dust settled he got up and looked around, his ears ringing from the blast he stepped outside and smiled and took off with his new found freedom. All he had with him was a few sticks of dynamite that he picked off the floor on his way out and the armor off one of the guards.

As the years went by his ears stopped ringing, but by then his voice seemed to have gotten stuck yelling most of the time. At the very least he seemed to always be upbeat in the way he said things. He never could find where his home was, at the time he had been taken his parents never taught him about their town and what it was called. Walking the wastes he is living his life the way he wants, free.