Tsuchil, the Kirin-rukel, hardly speaks. Everyone knows he can, because when he does choose to speak he enunciates perfectly and uses the big words. And a voice like molten gold, which is why he rarely does so. That voice seems to attract more females (of any species) than Dolores' cakes.

He flies, though how is a mystery. And sometimes, he vanishes from sight entirely, only to reappear somewhere behind his audience. On cement, his bright red hooves cause sparks to fly, though when he runs on fertile soil flowers are left in his wake.

He is currently being asked to help recultivate a part of the landscaping on Carramba's main campus, making it pretty in mere days instead of months. He's glad to help, too. Tsuchil often seeks out intellectual folks, and is appreciated at any gathering of literature professors. Where he learned all his knowledge, no one knows. He is after all a rukel, but still.

Tsuchil would probably make an exceptional instructor - though it is hard to concentrate when his voice is so melodic and hypnotising...