|No. 92 – Biloxi Voodoo|
|Species||Coydog ( Canidae )|
February 14, 1997|
|Listed height||6 ft 10 in (2.08 m)|
|Listed weight||245 lb (111 kg)|
|School||Heritage River Riparian College|
|FBA draft||2019 / Round: 1 / Pick: 19th overall|
|Selected by the Biloxi Voodoo|
|Pro playing career||2019–present|
|2019 - present||Biloxi Voodoo|
|2020 Salary||$3 million|
|2021 Salary||$3 million|
|(OOC) Usage||Ask me before any use|
Rion West-Penrod was born on what he describes as a fairly eventful Valentine's day at the G&M Trailer Park, as a birth is usually the opposite of what happens on those nights. A canine mix of coyote and non-determined Shepherd, Rion is part of the Thompson River Salish, or Nlaka'pamux, tribe of Indigenous Canadians, claiming in his own words being ""From a third to half Native? Pretty much everyone's in there is mixed to many degrees."" The scruffy-haired canine was quickly known for being the outdoorsy kind, driving in quads around on the rugged terrain, or making makeshift pools for his friends to take a dip.
As he entered his teenage years, he quickly became his family and friends' handyfur, taking into fixing engines and doing plumbing work for a quick buck or a good lunch. Whatever it was, you could not keep Rion from living the outdoorsy life. It was not uncommon for the coydog to gather friends and extended family to play scrimmages at the pow-wows after lunch, which he gradually became more and more adept as years passed by, both in skills and height and, in some cases if the lunch on that pow-wow was especially good, energy.
While a small high school in Kamloops is not the usual breeding ground for sport stars, the word of a fairly tall coydog owning the boards and constantly getting double-doubles on pretty much every game he was in quickly spread around, and Canadian colleges didn't lose any time in contacting the coydog and the coydog's family. Admittedly, at first he joined the team for fun (and because the height), but slowly, the seed of a future larger than his small town began to flourish. As much fun and stability the trailer park was, the truth was that he indeed wanted to give his family some modicum of commodity. If it didn't work out, he was a darn good mechanic and plumber anyway. After plenty of talks with his parents and advice from the tribal council and the current chief of the Salish (which to be fair, were technically in the ""family"" category as well), Rion took the plunge and called the school that offered the best package of distance, statues and understanding: Heritage River Riparian College.
It was somewhat of an odd fit to play alongside a large school of mostly aquatics, but there was nothing Rion would find too overwhelming of a social situation, and his outdoorsy persona quickly made rounds across his teammates and classmates. It was pretty common he would show in class with motor-oil stained clothes or use his quad to move around the small town. It was more amusing than distracting though, and not as if the coydog minded anyway. He wasn't shy or ashamed of his ""trailer park"" origins, and claimed they were integral in developing an unique playstyle and muster lots of energy, his coach said as being ""perfect for overtimes, when everyone else's shot"", both on and off court.
Rion was never shy of referencing his native roots and, despite some tension with a couple of teammates here or there, was permitted by the higher-ups to go home whenever a meet-up with the old folks happened; usually also fixing up their cars or friend's motorcycles in the process. Some even said to take ""pity at his poverty"", but truth be told, the simple life was good for the canine. Just never ask him to dance or sing as he does there on the spot ""because he always played backing for a reason"" so he says. The decision to apply for the draft didn't come easy, as the coydog knew it would only shoot him up to a new life likely far away from everything he knew. But if the trailer park, oil-stained mutt could make it, then he could say anyone could have. Following the steps of many big Canadian basketballers, the canine threw his hat (and fringe) to the ring.