Ji'Viles

Philanthropist at heart. Chipper and optimistic. Average-sized and soft-looking but VERY strong - dislikes resorting to fighting but much better at it than he is at persuading people. Not a ladies' cat. 

Ji'Viles' adventurer parents struck gold when they decided to brave Skyrim's harsh climates in search of glory. Somehow, no matter where they went, there was gold and treasure abound. They decided to settle in this cold and alien land and make it their own.

Unfortunately, when Ji'Viles was only a tiny fat kitten strapped to his father's chest, the dream ended - they were ambushed by a troop of frost trolls while on their way home to drop off their piles of loot.
The frost trolls, struck by his bellowing howls, deduced that he must be one of their own. They took him back to their cave and raised him up as one of their own... until one day when they got hungry, and he was forced to slaughter each and every one of them to escape.

It was in this way that the most powerful, yet completely preposterous cat-man to ever walk Tamriel entered Skyrim once more - covered in blood and screaming.  This entrance pretty much set the theme for the rest of his equally eventful life.

Strengths: Impossibly fast and strong, skin is pale white and ice cold, eyes change color, sometimes speaks like he is from a different time, never eats or drinks anything, doesn't go out in the sunlight... How old is he?
Weaknesses: Gullible, naïve, positively grubby, ditzy and a bit, well, hmm, vague

Likes: Bright/shiny things, organizing, peaceably coming to agreements with others
Dislikes: Nirnroot, bad things happening to people, bad things happening to him