C-016: Caecil

Somehow this Li'uhn had accidentally transported himself away from his peaceful desert homeland and dumped himself into a decrepit wasteland. Scavenging for tools to create shelter and fighting off vultures of both winged and landbound varieties, Caecil's life was a sad existence until he found a support group of fellow survivors.

Usually either wears a short kilt or nothing at all

Caecil plucks his ribbon pinions and sells them. He doesn't grow fetlocks