As you walk into the tavern, you notice someone you havent seen around here. It is a stunning example of a male pheonix. His wings are well preened, starting as charcoal grey feathers, they turn to a cobalt blue, then a golden color that catches the light, making little golden flashes when he flutters them. His golden eyes look around the tavern. They speak of a power untold, but also of a gentle nature. His hair feathers are cobalt blue, cut short and away from his face. He has a scar over his right eye, long healed over.
His helmet is sitting beside his cup of sake. It matches the rest of his plate armor. From the color of it, it is no doubt it is mythril. His breastplate is inscribed with a bird claw wielding a lightning bolt, and the lightning bolt is made out of gold.
By each of his sides is a jeweled scabbard. They are exactly the same, encrusted with topazes and diamonds. In each scabbard rests a katana, and when he pulls them both out, you can see they are exactly the same. Both are diamond edged, and covered with eldritch runes and small etched lighting bolts. Both have a faint white aura around them, which seems to give him a magical resistance. He seems hesitant to use them, but also seems quite efficent with them.
He doesnt speak often, except to those he seems to know well, which he then seems to take great delight in chatting about their well-being. His speaking manner denotes a well-to-do upbringing, and his comments speak of mage training as well. He speaks with a slight accent, which you are unable to trace.
Suddenly, he gets up from the bar stoll and leans over, muttering. His wings shrink and move slightly, still keeping thier color and flightworthiness. His hands looks their bird clawishness, and turn into paws. His tail feathers merge and become a tail, which he twitches throughout the process. His feet loose thier scales, and gain fur and bend the other way, becoming more lithe. His body feathers shorten, and turn into soft charcoal grey fur. His face loses feathers and his beak, and gains a muzzle, whiskers, and fur. He gains ears on the top of his head, and his hair feathers turn into hair fur. His eyes stay the same, except for the pupils becoming small slits. When the transformation is over, he stands. He has become a six and a half foot tall feline with large wings from his back. His armor made the transition too, still fitting even in his new form. He sits down again, and continues to drink his sake.