I came in here, saw the myriad of elves and magical humans, and decided I’d break your cookie cutter with a rather more superior species.
Name: Jambalaya “Jamba” Katze
Pronounced: Jum-ba-lye-a
Age: 7 (in human years)
Species: Cat
Breed: Ragdoll
Sex: Male
Fur: Mostly white, though the fur on his ears, paws and nose are dark, and the end of his tail is grey.
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 7kg (15.4 lb)
Height: 1’1” (0.3m)
Weapon: Jamba has retractable claws that scratch people. They’re reaaallll dangerous.
Armor: Jamba’s (natural) fur coat protects him from the cold. Also, Since meeting Cody, his collar has also been enchanted with various helpful spells, one of which being a protection from minor spells (and absorbing some of the impact from spells that it is not strong enough to fully defend against.)
Strengths: Jamba is very charismatic, and can make friends with/bring to his cause animals and humans alike. He can talk with other animals, except for humans. Jamba is speedy enough to be able to run away or strike before enemy reaction. If enraged, his speed and power substantially increases (though this also has a negative side-effect, see “Weaknesses” below).
Weaknesses: Jamba has a large problem with dogs, and upon seeing one can often lose control and launch at it. Jamba does not think rationally during this time, and thus can easily be baited into traps.
Skills/Magic:
Jamba can scratch his foe. It hurts them. >:
Oh, and he has The Power of Friendship - you'd better watch out for that one, since, as we know, nothing is more powerful.
Appearance: 
This is Jamba as a kitten (He's much old now). He retains his (not in view in this photo) collar with his name written on it, which has been enchanted by Cody so that the two can sense each others' presence.
Personality: Jamba is a leader, with many other stray cats, younger and older, under his command
(you could call him the Top Cat, haha :3). He cares about them, and would risk his life to save them from a dangerous situation. He is more cynical, however, towards other species, being wary of humans and with a severe hatred of dogs.
Goal: Jamba’s goal is to find a great land for his crew (Pride? Colony? What is a gang of cats called?), a land free of dogs, where there is enough food for all catkind to live and eat peacefully. He and his crew wander the world, looking for the ideal place and picking up new cats along the way.
Biography: Jamba was born in the house of a breeder and quickly separated from his parents and sold to a rich family known as the Katze family. He grew up there for a couple of years, until a terrible event (for Jamba) happened – the family decided that he was no longer small and cute enough to bother keeping around the house, and replaced him with a puppy that was deemed to be better for keeping the family’s high social standing.
Homeless, Jamba wandered the streets, scrounging for food. He initially had trouble with this, as he had spent his whole life having food given to him, but this changed after he ran into a street-wise old tabby who called himself Mocha. Mocha took Jamba under his wing and taught him how to survive. He was taught where the best food would be, how to get to that food, how to fight other cats for that food, and most importantly, he was taught to Beware of Dogs. Jamba wasn’t sure why dogs were such a big deal, but it seemed important to Mocha, so he tried to keep it in mind.
One day, Jamba was returning to their latest meeting spot to share a bounty of fish that a wasteful family had thrown out, when he stopped. There was a puzzling smell in the air coming from their hideout. It smelled… of dogs. Jamba dropped the half-eaten fish and moved stealthily around the corner to see what was going on. At first sight he knew it was trouble. A pack of snarling dogs were surrounding Mocha, who looked badly hurt. The dog that appeared to be the leader spoke. “This is
our area”, he growled. “For trespassing on it and stealing our food, there can only be one punishment.” The dog laughed - a sadistic, cruel laugh, a laugh that suggested that he enjoyed doling out this punishment very much. Mocha seemed to have put up a good fight up until that point, as several dogs were badly scratched and bleeding, but he also was badly injured, and there was no route for him to escape. Jamba wanted to help, wanted to attack those evil creatures that had hurt his friend, but he was completely frozen in fear. So much so that he couldn’t look away, not even when the lead dog took Mocha’s neck in his great, strong jaws, and killed him. Suddenly, something snapped in Jamba. His friend, his only friend, the cat who had been like a substitute father to him, was dead. There was no more fear. There was one goal in his mind, and one goal only – to avenge Mocha and
destroy those monstrosities, those
dogs. His mind clouded and he remembered nothing more of that encounter.
He woke up groggily to the smell of blood. The corpses of several dogs littered the alley, and the rest were gone, probably run away. Jamba went over to Mocha’s body, the shock of it all settling in once again. There, he made a decision. He would be what Mocha had been – he would befriend other street cats, those that had been kicked out of their homes, even those who had never had homes. He would gather them, turn them into a tough family that would never be alone, never be the vulnerable target of dogs. Then he would find a new place for them, a place free of dogs, where food was plentiful. He took one sad last look at Mocha, then walked away. He never looked back again.