Talon's Character A Day Blog

Valhalla

Wed, 25 Apr 2007 03:40:28 GMT

Valhalla the Mare Hpp

Standing 10'1 and weighing a ton and a half this "Mare" hir is pretty much as far from a race horse as your likely to see. A switch between anthro and non anthro with little trouble, in both cases hir stomach is quite an impediment. While her roots are Arabian her tastes are pure Americana. Smooth dappled fur thinly covers her body, nearly pure white on the belly down to a soft brown on her back, spotted in a slight teal from face to haunches.

The equines head is a bit wide, made for gobbling down people with huge chugging bites. Her chest and hips are more than a bit wide. A massive bust of DDD breasts that are quite suitable to drink from hang loosely(Though the normal pudge of hir body prevents them from battering into each other to much. The nickname thunder thights was given early and stuck, almost constantly rubbing against themselves. They also hold very sizeable endowments, though the male is mostly hidden when not in use(Except for the dangling sack) The chubby legs do hide powerful mucles though, there needed to keep hir moving on the two toed feet.

Personality: Energetic in spirit. Rather flabby in body. Crude in the gluttony. Shi is a sensual one and enjoys bringing people into her in any number of ways, pleasure herself first is her motto, few people survive to complain. She tends to take the path of least resistance. That being said feeling someone inside her is one of the few things worth working hard for. She Tends to make a mess of hirself in the process.

Job: Has had many, "escort" massager, Workwoman, Schoolteacher, theme park employee. In any job shi tries to do it right but ends up failing, Some bosses are sympathetic, some less than that though. So far shi has found Posh to be one of the betters

"Man, Woman, Or other, i want you inside of me"

Ransom the Demon Roo

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 17:07:52 GMT

Ransom the Demon Roo Mpp
Ransom is a handsome roo, standing 9'2 and weighing roughly 700lb. Streamlined muscles that blend into his smooth form. Pumpkin orange fur color with black markings Tattoed over his body,. A Tall roo the most striking aspect that diferentiates him from the more normal roo is the bat like wings that emerge from his back, light red membraned with a wingspan that is too small for him to fly but allows a glide should he not be too fattend. Sleek torso swells slightly around the belly and hips, providing a sturdy base and showing a small pred gut, of course he does sport a rather curious looking pouch, but male roos seem to think thats stylish these days.
Underneath his pouch is a dual endowment, two thick horny members from his loins, shielded by smooth toned roo legs normally held bowlegged to keep from battering his own?utensils? to much. Long prehensile tail sweeps behind him idly. Large footpaws complete the picture
Notes, in addition to the basic demon traits.
Those who look in his pouch'll find little of note untile he lets his demonic origions come true, under the lip of the pouch teeth stick out, the lowest areas of the pouch lift up into a wet sloppy tongue and swallows the group into a nice hot steamy belly before resuming the normal deceptive way of hiding the stomach maw.
Those that get devoured by him in any way tend not to return, unless a meal has an exceptionally resilliant soul they will awake in Ransom's Hell, a netherworld country where he is boss, the soul forced into a life of servitude. However surprisingly for some people Ransom really isn't as bad a demon as he could be, Lazy, kingly, spoiled, but not activly malicious.
Inside the stomach there is always the faintest of dark red lights, just enough to show off the odd stomach effect of shadows playing to the digeser, almost looking like designs of a hellish world animated. A prelude to the fate in the next realm perhaps.
Personality: Tough, Resilient, Ravenous. Tricky.He has a strong will and tries to show off a aura of control and Discipline. However when he gets flustered, frustrated, or mad he develops as filthy a jaw as a drunken sailor. cussing up a storm and inventing countless insults. (The vocabulary of mortals is one of the things he has enjoyed the most about em)
Alt forms :a young handsome dark haired man.
Garb: Unsure of yet

Valdez the dragon

Sat, 21 Apr 2007 20:19:58 GMT

Valdez the Dragon Mprd
Valdez is a dragon from the north, young, Viril, and ravenous. He is also enormous for his age, more resembling a wyrm aged dragon. His species is likewise a conundrum. The Scale colors have a mixture of white, blue and green. Natrually a streamlined body with muscles rather evident even through the scales, large gaping jaws often dislocating to chug down a specificly delicoius looking morsel. Small triangualr fins down his back adds a bit of style to the handsome dragon.
Powers and skills. Excellent tracker, agile flier(for his size) Supurb swimmer. He is slowly learning how to seduce as the thoughts of breeding and exerting dominace in ways other than eating bubble to his mind. Breath weapons include the three of his composite species. Acid from his belly, A stroke of lightening, and of course the chilling blizzard. Inside the dragon the temperatures can be either roaring hot or ice cold depending on his arosal level. Immune to the cold and surprisinly resistant to heat(He likes to wade in most fires, and loves a good hotspring. Surprising most of his kind is the natural talent for polymorphing, nearly always into artic shapes(large polar bears, orcas, Artic wolves, and so on)
Personality: Dominating, oddly playful. His games often end in devouring the other person, finding fellow dragons the most delectable treat, especially when he is taking over territory or claiming others hordes for his own. Though gluttonous he maintains a very active life. Not sleeping for years at a time then hibernating for a few months. He loves to set fires , Oil slicks and spills get his attention, and are set ablaze by a spark from his forclaws snapping.
Don't worry little boys, you'll keep your puny territory, as part of my glorious figure? GULP

Pokemon Character attack..

Fri, 20 Apr 2007 22:20:48 GMT

Vector and his evee.. a pairing that got Yo-Del ed.

Vector ?The hunter Eater pokemon? A Lucario
Vector stands 7'11 and weighs nearly 1000lb(he didn't start that fat), black paws, dark blue body, white ring like markings on his upper arms, three tails each with black tips. Sporting a jagged scar over his chest that glows when his belly is full(It resembles the traditional zangoose marking). His fur is sleep and streamlined, even at the pudgyness he is fast and agile, and far stronger.
This Lucario used to be a trainer, young, up and coming, and innocent. He was beloved by the humans and behaved with honor.. His pokemon were well cared for a nd loved growing up strong.. but not strong enough. The were also not fast enough to save themselves from the newly learned extreme speed of yodel. One by one they vanished every few days. It took him a while to figure out something was wrong. The day of deliverance came on april 12th, and he and his Riachu confronted Yodel. The electric pokemon realized to late the trick Yodel had set up, Having eaten a ground pokemon for breakfast each thunderbolt was grounded harmlessly, a slam later and the Raichu was hurtling into a nearby waterfall . Shorted out the fight between the two trainers was hard and fast, both using the extreme speed and exhanging blows like gladiators. It ended when Yodel kicked him in the nuts and cracked a Trainer ball over his head. Ending and capturing at the same time. Since that day he's been Yodels, Coming out with chans and manacles like a slave. It has had an effect on his personality. The fact that his first time back out of the ball was three days later looking at yodels boner probally didn't help much.

Personality: Yodel has changed him, inside and out. Rather than being reserved and well thought out his mind has snapped, he has a disturbing tendency to chase down and devour what he is 'hunting? no matter what attempts it makes to hide. Slackjawed and drooling when at rest some think he has been lobatomized. Humans are his prefered meal now, they go down real easy and scream like nothing else when he betrays his noble roots. Though he listens to Yodel he has an indepenant streak and a passion to devour and deflower..
?Fear my pulse, Fear the pulse of my Loins, Thou shall be feeding my passions with every atom in your body!?

?Scrowow?
This non anthro evee just looks wrong, the fact that he is 5'3 foot tall and weighs nearly a ton and a quater isn't exactly fitting with the cute evolving poekmon. Belly dragging on the ground most times, gaping bite taking chunks out of anything that looks remotely edible . Every bit of him shows flab and fat, other than the belly its well balanced, letting him at least seem to move at a decent clip, though he prefers to leap on his foes from above. The momentum of the pokeball he is in is quite benifical in getting him off to a head start. The look is a grubby version of the normal coloration, dark spots over his face that are probally just grime, filthy jaws that hold bits of debree from his last meal.

Scrowow loves to eat, and he gets off the most when eating pokemon of other types that he isn, but could ?evolove? into, for example, a yummy growlith girl will end up metabolizing inside his body and turn him into a flarion for a few days, when the morsel is all used up out plops a flame stone rather than a normal dump. On finding a natural evolvd form he thinks SEX.. no matter what the size. Feeling them bleat and cry under him matters not. He wants to get some evolutionary action.

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Herb Frat 3 Pack-- coliget fun

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 15:47:02 GMT

This special thursday edition has the three main members of the Rival Frat on campus... herbivorous species that have gone over the edge... maybe they are worse than the predatory faction.. who knows?

Conan The zebra Mpp

A large zebra, Standing 8'9 and weighing 600lb of mostly muscle with a slight gut around the middle, to much beer and not enough excersize. His stripe patern is heavier on the black than white and sets off his face well. He is missing his left ear(lost in a fight.) However being out of shape doesn't mean he is any less dangerous, this beast makes the best use of the surprise factor people have at a suspected herivor. Many a pred has met there end in his gullet because of this.. though more have because of his hunting
A bad boy from the streets of Detroit, he has gotten into college on a grant from the ?Pred? fraternity. They totally expected to have him in there belly like the others they invited to attend classes, little did they know about his steet smarts and survival instints. Soon after he arrived on Campus he became wise of the other fraternity and decided to become a militant counterweight to it. He is the head off the ?herb? Fraternity, and has made it his mission to subjucate everyone of the pred species, they can take there roll showing subservience by sucking zebra cock or they can fill his belly. Thats all he accepts from the ?Filthy mangey beasts? In Alpha Eta Omega.
Personality:He thinks he is being a hero to the world, the truth is he scares just as many ?normals? as the pred fraternity. He is rather unstable from his obsession. He will chain and force pred species to do almost anything.. some of the other frat members are a bit unerved by his tendencies to ?Make em all pay?
JOB: Student, but he never goes to classes

?Aint nothing as good as having a lion suck you off, though wolves anin't shabby either.?
?If its not predatory, it ain't going in my belly.?
?King of the Beasts my ass! Your coming out it tommorow

Burma the Elephant Mprd
Burma is a bull elephant that stands just over 12 feet tall, weighing two thick meaty tons and looming over both friends and enemies. The heavy steel blue mottled hide glimmers in the light. 5 foot long of prehensile trunk, a heavyset skull and a thick neck top the powerhouse of herbivore predator. The torso takes a peach shape, slightly chubby chest and a big arse to hold up the short powerful legs. Though the look is something painfully slow he can move rather well.

Stylisticly he likes to play cop(his natural color scheme helps, interrogating and getting confessions from those he suspects, for example? The big belly sticks out and wobbles in front of you, who knows what just is having its last throws, he makes a massive wet belch, puts the jumbo beer can onto his tusks to hold it and picks up a second ?Bottoms up? he then begins to chug. Burma is all to happy about the crude gut. Knowing you'll be joining it as he gets drunker and drunker.. Mr. Lion.. your screwed? This is often done whle the other herb frat members watch in the distance having popcorn.

Personality: Drinks WAY to much, tends to get rowdy, when sober he is very moral, only eating those who have devoured others before. He shudders at Conan's interfrat war, but is unwilling to be separated from the herd and be at risk of being ganged up on. He is probally the toughest of the frat members, so he'd be a target. Luckily for his concisenesses he is rarely sober
Garb: He wears his school uniform(he is currently making D-'s at pre med) without the pants, oftentimes with his frat initals plastered over the front. He always shows his allegiance in some way. Sporting events have him painting his belly the bright orange shade of the logo, leaving only space for the lettering his natural color.. otherwise naked as he gets drunk
?Ya wanna run that by me again, why the doe wanted you to eat her burpss let me just get meself another bud and ill talk all night ?fondles self
?But.. but.. i didn't eat her, i ate her out?
?You admit it slosh you.. you monster gulp

?Sal? The Bull Mpp
This Muscular stud of a bull stands at 8'1 and weighs 398lb of muscle, dark hide and thinly furred he looks very much like a minotaur of legend. Slightyly backward cuvered horns, stubby snout, thick neck. Backward cuvered horns that were once used for goring foes are now often used as handy places to stick less violent objects Well built pecks and abs lean toward a look of virility, some dark redish hued fur on his chin leads down to between his peck ending at his navel. Heavy black haunches

Personality: Reserved, He tends to fade into the background, watching and being a wallflower. He might be able to handle himself but he'd much rather try to remember what was lost. He choses not to drink. He secretly has a history club on campus, anyone can join, no questions asked.... Conan hasn't found out about it yet.. but he will have 'Words?
History: used to be a warrior in roman times, unfortunatly the same twisted portal that took in nero caught him up a few weeks later, and did more ?Damage? to him. He has gotten much younger, lost much of the skill he had finely honed and with that muscle mass, his memories likewise are scattered, leaving him in a slackjawed gaze.. The fact that history books here are NOT what he lived is even worse. He is trying to recapture what he lost by studying history. He has joined the Herd Frat for mutual protection. He could have taken everyone else down when he was in his prime.. but till he reaches that again.
Garb: Dresses in a brown loincloth, straps that cross his chest, and little else. Keeps himself well enough groomed

Craig the Trashman otter

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 16:10:38 GMT

The newest of my trashman furs, expect some of the older ones to be posted later in the week.

Craig " Inhume " Bawlders
8'3 and weighing just over 500lb of laid back otter boy. Having been born without much book learning he has made up for it in size and girth, not taking offense to much of anything. Though grubby and stained of fur it is obvious he has a rather nice soft golden body sheen, nearly peach on tummy, the thick watertight fur still retains at least a partial sheen. From his compact chubby head to the thick quickly tapering tail the impression given is of stoutness, a roughly pear shaped body. The ground in grime of his profession leaves a rather pungent aroma overwhelming the normally strong otter smell
While he plays a total moron he is pretty cunning when it gets right down to it, smart enough not to show off his strength and agility when its not needed, always tending to surprise his dinner when he agilely bounds or ducks, similarly he keeps his true burly otter strength well hidden, people see him struggling with carrying two full trashbags at once, little realizing he could heft three times that.
Personality: Laid back and friendly. He is very content with his job, hard work ,steady work, and something there aren't many people to compete with him. So far only three people have made moves on his job and they all vanished. When asked he can pull an amazingly innocent look to his face. forward and not shy about broaching impolite subjects, scratching himself in public of making lewd gestures. Firm belief in sharing, often quite giving with his coworkers, they give back in the end ?Burp?
Garb: Thick workman's uniform, treated with stain resistant resin. Suspenders, Looks almost like a firemans uniform but with dark green and black color scheme

?You'll be out in the trash if you don't get more freindly you know?
?mmm.. ya wanna get a look under this overalls.. all you had to do was ask?
?Mud wrestling? Gawdd thats old, lets go wrestle in da back of the truck naked! Dats what gets me going..?

Sashay The Rubbery Merkat

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 15:38:34 GMT

Ahh, one of my most unique rubbery creations, while she/shi doesn't look like much there are quite a few tricks in the purple squeeky one.

sashay

By default she stands a mere 5'5 and weighs 106lb, her build is rather light and limber albiet with muscular chest and hips,long spine, moderately long tail, stubby head with small ears pressed to the side of her head when at rest. Her color scheme sets her apart from most meerkats though, a light shiney fuschia purple base with a even lighter underbelly. Her back marks are classic tapering brown. The slender 5 foot tail has a dark black tip, a slight bulge a slight bulge about six inches down from that. The tail is fully prehensile and quite strong, she often hangs from it for a proper ambush. Her femine endowments are good but not overbearing

History: Sashay was born in Kenya as a freak of her kind, she started small with a strange gummy texture, but grey larger and larger, gaing a more firm rubbery texture on her body. She has never had any fur in her life, but is only mildly curious about it. She started as a non anthro meerkat her first live meal was a dingo puppy, she soon developed a taste for meat and expanded her diet quickly, achiving the devouring of sentients on a unlucky teenager who wandered into the desert one fine day. The woman never returned and eating him gave Sashay the intelligence and the "Structure" to stand on four two legs endlessly,rather than just when standing lookout. Since that day she has never been home. She knows her home "troup" by scent and they are the only ones she doesn't see on her menu. Everyone else, other meerkats certianly included, are just waiting to be sashaying into her belly. Since leaving "home" she wanders, enjoying both civilized lands and the natural beauty of her home

Skills and Powers: She is certainly not your everyday meerkat, in addition to the basics of every (rubber) I've designed, nearly impossible to hurt without being digested, insanly stretchy in the stomach area while just very stretchy in other places, simplified internal organs that are mainly for effect rather than use Her stomach turns anything inside it into meerkat plastic to be divided around her body as need and help nourish the living shiny coat. The stretchy stomach is opaque to start, semi transpartent at one human sized meal, and roughly the tint of a lightly shaded window when stuffed with two or more times her normal body weight. The one innabilty of the latex like digestive track is the inability to digest either horns or teeth. These are burped up later or passed through the other end clean.. and often help make her own jewelry or artifacts to sell.

She eats alot, her metabolism is as high as anyones, giving her both power and hunger, this being said she must eat her own body weight every day to maintain her bulk, eating more will slowly grow her body while eating less will starve her down to her default. Its rather obvious which way she choses. She can devour and absorb her prey in a multitude of ways, when desperate even casual contact can be used.(Ie hodling someone in a Hug and letting her body flow over there own. When desperate she will do anything and everything to eat, betraying friends to live is just something she'll have to deal with. This is why she is thankful to also be able to "sluice" off excess size into a gemstone for latter useage.

Sex and things like it: She loves pleasure, as most do, and her body is designed to be supple, lavacious, sexy, and quite able to take in a male., though most often they aren't let go and used for her own body. Way back when it took a male to be absorbed into her snatch to give her the hir form. This took ALOT of energy from her body too.. and was unstable. Now, even though looking quite normal in hir form, even passing for a man at some times, she must be alert to getting to into her new erogenous zones. After using the naughty bits 21 times they will be totally used up and no longer hir, of course the way she regenerates it is by holding another rubbery meerkat to her groin and letting it be absorbed, making a massive phallus. Females only give her 14 shots and a smaller member, but do then"Job" just as well, as things go on and power is used up hir endowment shrinks, though only she knows how many lodes she has left. This sex curiosity blends in well with one of her favorite hobbies, implanting her essential rubbery meerkat seed into the stomach of preds then letting them live.. sorta.. once the poor victim has been implanted they will slowly be turned into and absorbed by the injection eventually turning into a meerkat, a very tasty meerkat to EVERYTHING, the amount of the original creatures mind that remains varies of course. This is a fate worse than death for most apex predators. Whenever a victim is transformed like this she can track them uneringly, and often does.. a second meeting always ends in there demise, be it belly or more constructive purposes of the her/hir needs. Finally when devouring a meerkat through anal vore, in addition to being exceptionally arousing) the subject gives her a second endowment hidden inside her tail, and like the first it needs to be recharged every so often. She has a trick or two left she'll show those who get to close.

Personality: Hungry, ambitious. She loves the idea of taking people inside her, the four basic sorts are all done, though oral probably still gets the biggest chunk of her gustatory time. She is able to stuff herself to immense size(3 human sized meals in her stomach at default size)

She'll eat almost anything, but her favroite foods are Lions and Hyenas.. the look of shock on there faces are priceless as eh gobbles them down, soon after those two are ungulates oddly enough(she was trampled when young), Still in her very tasty category fit the rest of the big cats, the jackles and wild dogs, and the rare nile alligator. Eventually she'd like to eat a Elephant at her default size, no where near this milestone yet. Humans are of course tasty, and humanoids of her favroite foods just knocks the flavor up one more notch "GULP

She enjoys deception and seduction almost as much as the hunt and pounce meal, not being cursed with skin that needs to breath a leap in a vat of latex paint'll give her a new look in minutes, a bit of touch up and you'll never know who she is.. till she eats you, the latex based paint is absorbed back into her body with no ill effects a few days later.

JOB: Her employment has varied through her life, being somewhat hyper at times steady work is nearly impossible to keep. She often resorts to living

Contact The Smilidon

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 13:40:25 GMT

Contact is an intersting character, based in the late Prehisthungrier era his purpose is a strange mix of hunter and seer. Contact is one of those non anthro preds that are far to rarely seen in vore, four leggers aren't nesserily dumb afterall.

*Notes on the name, inspired from when i saw a youtube of the old 3-2-1 contact show...

Contact is a smilidon by nature, and a seer by blessings from the feline gods. He has seen the future and is going to change it. His kind will not go extinct at the paws of man. 5 feet at the shoulder and 9 feet long the bunched up power of his muscular form is all to evident. shaggy fured with a few very rough spots around his lower belly, long since calcified from a lack of grooming before he found a pride, He maintains rugged good looks to both males and females of the species. Thick grey fur with brown splotches around his haunches and at the base of his stomach, faint ruddy stripes down his back.
For a Saber toothed non anthro lion Contact is pretty smart, Able to start fire, use simple machines, and understand human languages(Though he only speaks hungry(and smillidon).
Contact loves to get a real hard stuffed full belly then use that firmness and the rough spot of fur on his tummy as a flint to start a fire, roaring out his name as the blaze erupts to warm him and his freind's. Sharing stories around the communal fire, having orgies, and other fun with his pridemates. (mostly his children, but incest doesn't seem to be a problem in the genetics.. so far
He himself has been growing steadily, he should be fully mature and grown but his prey seems to be having an effect on him.. burrapsss.
Personality :Contact is a hunter of men, Cavemen(furs) are the bulk of the diet but anything easy enough to swallow is quite possible(essentially any tribal society of stone age to early iron age fit in his ?Caveman diet_. Fellow sabers are certanly among those who enter his belly from time to time, his own kids reform.. others well... they better be GOOD meals. Because of his prophesy ability he is worshiped by his kind, some evens sacrifing themselves willingly(Males who realize he is the best chance fortrue the species survival)

ThunderGut the res-Sunday Surprise!

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 15:28:26 GMT

Yep, decided to give an exta character today Sunday Surprise!

This specimine is the first wrestling character to show up in the character of the day, a yellow and green eating machine. It takes the natural power of the rex and sacrifices some for more mobility, making a dangeorus foe in the arena

ThunderGut The Rex

Standing nearly 21 feet tall and weighing 12 tons this monstrosity of rexian girth makes the earth shake. A mixture of anthro and non, Thick strong forlimbs while maintaining the same stance and tendency to lurch forward. The heavy bones and thick torso are the base of the ravenous eating machine. His Tail swings like a wrecking ball, as does his neck, he moves slowly but inexorably. His jaws never seem to close fully, a slight overbit and leaving a constant trail of drool do more to accentuate his hungry nature than any words would . He has a base school bus yellow coloration with markings mostly in black. The color scheme has been suggested to resemble a bull dozer. Tose that look close to his snout, apart from being suicidal will read words painted in small red letters "The Blast of Thunder's Victory" Right bellow his nostrils(If he has eaten recently the person will also be blown away by a belch, he can't HELP but do this, its instinct) Past the skull Three long jagged lines of black move down from his skull to his chest,each tapering as they get closer to where his hear probably is, pointing down to the rough area where words again were tattooed to help along his natural colorings "The Bellows of the Thunder storm" in a rough circle. Back to his yellow flanks , the sides show lightening bold markings all starting at about 4/5 of the way to his back and "striking" down toward his stomach,almost partial stripes except they all unerringly seem to focus on the gut.((Or where his gut would only be if he hadn't been such a fatso,sometimes they are repainted to be more appropriate with his waistline) Down his yellow tail is a black thick bolt that coils to a black tip at the very end. His massive rear end has the words "The Final Rumbling" tattooed on one cheek in red in an arc, a natural black biohazard symbol on the inside of the curve, the other cheak has an apparently natural curved spiral thunderbolt that acts like an arrow on his other cheek (right at the words) He has nearly pure white under belly scales which stretch up and taper around the base of his neck and tail where they flow back to the base. On the lower area of the belly the words "The Trembling Doom Awaits" Finally the shoulders, arms ,and legs are pure yellow,, lightening only slightly around the elbow and knees with the a Scene in black painted on his right thigh, a puff of"impact" with his butt in the middle of it. "

His natural tendency to be a massive lug not withstanding he has made vast improvements through training, Reflexes are passable, footwork is far better(Getting triped is embarrassing) his tail can curl around much better now and fling people in roughly the right direction He has learned to use his massive gut to its fullest, making thundering shaking attacks, slaming people with his ass, pinning them with his belly, Punting them with a foot, driving them with his head like a battering ram. His whole form seems to be designed for such high impact moves that shake the ground. Of course he enjoys using tight moves just as much, if not more. Him Squeezing people in armlocks, leglocks, pins and various other lewd embraces before finishing someone off in some method of vore. He never finishes a match till the crowd is CHANTING for some time. As such he loaths the weaker foes and eliminates them in minutes, then refuses to move until a challenge is offered. He has as such learned to belch up whatever is needed, bones, hides, and other interestin aspects, a clench of the gut and a smile and out they come. He is still working on his aim. Has the full range of crude bodily attacks, sweat, fart belch, embarrassing phallic crushing and so on. Bodily functions are wonderful conversation starters.

Personality: He loves to show himself off, A sucker for the limelight he has thrived in the arenas, constantly working on more entertaining moves and more gasp inducing talents. Humilation, Domination, DIGESTION! Is his catchprhase, people just seem to break down and do anything given enough time. This gives him and the crowd pleasure. Out of the matches he is similar but he isn't nearly as cocksure. He is actually friendly with many of the top wrestlers. A Fan of Cobblestone and jellous of many people who get Gallows personal touch. He has been known to wear some of the largest fan garb, of gallows.. something few do and gallows frowns upon somewhat. The dichotomy of his in ring and outa ring persona shows a eagerness to learn and be part of the group he respects. He loves the crowds cheers and the hugs of his freinds, everything else is a means to an end. (He wants to "See" many of my other groups, fanboy who has his own fans))

History: Lives well, spends all his winnings every month on a nice modest mansion's payments.. Food's free, he will be up a creek should his income go down. He gets some frebies from the arena, and secretly pilfers some things(Secretly though gallows privately knows and is ready to blackmail)

Garb:? Undecided, savage, showy

Dewy Howe The Coontaur

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 04:34:21 GMT

Say hello to the chubby face you'll be looking in at the courtroom, not many legal profession preds out there so dewy is a bit unique, names an obvious omage to an obvious joke. Dewy Himself is on the soft side of things.

Dewy Howe The Coontaur

The huge gray slab of fat tauric coonieness before you is hard to take in with one gasp. Standing 9'3 at the shoulder he really does tower over most people, 11 feet long and roughly 8.7 tons of pure overweight flab has made his presence only viable on the lowest floors of nearly every building. Thick fatty rolls scrape the ground, big soft feet make muffled sounds, but even then they tremble. His massive chubby arms wrest on the gut when he stands. He has past the stage where standing is hard, his belly is the perfect portable seat. A Thick gorgeous tail is nearly 5 feet long, classic con colration and all to good at hiding the lawyers arousal should he have just packed away a few plaintiffs before hand, or more likely eaten a few people in the bathroom. Private places are so useful. His girth likewise makes it next to impossible to prove anyone's inside, he knows it, but there are tons of coonfat for the meal to wiggle, not easy

A very smart fur, he found the legal profession rewarding and yet, he hungered for more, doing suits for injuries kept the bills paid but real money came from class action suits, hundreds and thousands of defendands with him getting a cut. Eventually though even this seemed wasteful. If each of the three dozen people got a few hundred thousand from some horrible accident, then why can't he just sneak around and eat a few of those people, forge there names, and collect. It has worked amazingly well. He "represents" clients who are to hurt to show up in court and has himself become a master forger. Those hurt people do tend to have been hurt by his own digestive system of course. Public records let him get the names, and he recruits the rest, soon after he ends up stopping by there home to pick up the check the digested meal can no longer use. Even when big money cases aren't easy to find there are plenty of class actions where a thousand or two are given out, even if not lucky enough to represent he can visit those people and liberate them of both money and the meaty body. He has become immensely fat from this.. even as a taur.

Personality: Aimiable, friendly, hungry. He is more than happy to buy things and people to do what he wants, filthy rich now, though there are almost a dozen accounts he stores money in. Those who are not clients are certainly capable of becoming friends, as long as they know the meaning of "confidentiality"

Garb: He wears a suit but it doesn't fit, it is mostly around his humanoid back and chest, the huge bellies have long since burst any belt of clothing. Being to fat to fit into clothing isn't something he can be disbarred for though.

Mr. Shine The Prarie Dog Miner

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 14:15:58 GMT

Mr. Shine is one of the more esoteric characters,designed for a roll and rarely used,m that being said there are few of them out there, and most tend to be far cuter than Shine.

Mr. Shine

Is a prairie dog, standing at 8 foot even, a stubby build and a heavy look. Thick golden brown fur, creamly underside, massive buckteeth. He is pretty chubby , having a body shape that?ll never be to muscular no matter how much work he does. meaty rump and bowlegged, he isn't a racer by far, but can shamble outa trouble okay. He almost always has the smell of dirt on his fur, and a speckling of shiny rock dust over his body.

Shine Is a quarryman, working down in the mines to bring up, then cut the fine stones the earth gives out. marble and granite are the most common. He work 20 hour days in the mines, (though he does use a mask at times.) Even with his constitution he can?t take the bad fumes forever. The heavy work of course makes him ravenous during both lunch and dinner breaks.. any fellow worker is very well advised to avoid him lest they be put in him. Work and sleep he doesn?t know much else.. however the mine is starting to cut back, even on there best workers? he has no idea of what he?ll do with an extra four hours a day . A natural tunneler he loves what he does and would do it at half the pay.

He has a few useful talents, first in being able to sniff out bad air and fumes with fairly good accuracy, Secondly is his ability to keep working full tilt even in the most grizly of conditions, 140 degrees under all his gear, thats fine with him(Though he'd get pretty sweaty)

Personality Upbeat, Gregarious, Steady.. When hungry though he WILL fill his belly.. with anything nearby, pinned to the wall with his pick and then gobbled up for the hungry rodential belly?. He has a weakness for other big miners though, especially when the've done as much work as him. (this probally works in from not wanting to have to do the effort of the hard worker too). Having bad manners dosen't seem to put to many people off
Garb: Wears heavy duty Blue suspenders to hold up his overalls (whic are a black and red color scheme. He wears A spelunking helmet, classic yellow with the words "Dusty" around the bottom., Thick workman's gloves and boots two of his left gloves fingers are missing letting his own paws show through. Over his chest he wears a light blue shirt and a kaki tool vest. All of his exposed clothing has been so inundated with fire retardants that its hard to burn him. (He had a few accidents in his times and has learned to be careful. ) and constantly carries a pick over his shoulder (he is rather skilled in using it as an impromptu weapon too. Frequently carries a mask over his shoulder in case he encounters dangerous fumes.

Chernoble the Lion Pirate King

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 13:53:24 GMT

The Inaugural Character seems only fitting to use a Lion, this one is a bit older, but as you might expect I'll mix in both old and new, though I'm productive doing fresh ones every day might be a bit much, Still I wager a lot of people don't know this foul ol lion

Chrenoble-Cherny

Cherny is a impressive lion. The "King" of the pirates as he calls himself in public, but when just his crew is around he goes by the simple honorific of Captian, standing a bit over 14 feet tall and weighting enough to make his ship sag just when he gets on the lion could probally be dashing if he tried but he has let himself "Go" Fat gutted, and smelly furred the pirate captian is well known to bath only when his fellows raid or take port. Bright orange mane, light sandy but shaky fur tends to flow with the wind. His face having a mixture of grace and gluttony, heavy setto a thick neck and chest, powerful arms grown strong from a life at sea and a pot belly that is immediatly noticeable and all to easy to pick out from a lineup. His tail extends roughly 8 feet behind him and seems to get in the way more than help him, it also has a tendency to wag when Cherny gets to excited.

Personality: Oddly enough, Though grubby, crude and evil he very savy and an excellent motivator, charasmatic and threatening all at once he rarely loses control of his emotions. When he does the roar has stoped peoples hearts in there chests though. He respects his crew but has the tendency to eat them. They don't remember it as more than a nightmare, but he has made enough jokes about eating bad crew that its not taken seriously, even if his gut is awfully big the next morning(Cherny keeps the essence of his crew in a small set of keys, each night he turns the key from facing himself to facing out at the sea, then the crewmember reforms... they don't have any idea about why cherny keeps the silver keys but whos's to ask really

Tactics and notes(Undead parts of his crew?, What he does in the raids? One of the darkest things he can do is when he devours a body he can fart(or extrude) out the soul, this is then bound to him in eternity

:Ships and Garb. When inspecting his catch he often is fully clothed in his "Dress" garments he says, this includes classic pirate gear. A three pointed hat(Sometimes over his more casual purple headwrap. Over his torso he wears deep blue jacket over a red tunic and white undershirt. Each have gold frills and ruffs, providing a fancy impression. These are fairly old but were high quality once, close inspection shows that the ships tailor has managed miricals to hide most of the stains and sweat. He goes through a suit every half year or so. Even with scarce use. Over his hips and legs he wears lose fitting slacks, moderatly dressy though the occasional tear is almost always visible, jet black and providing little sliming of the burly pirate king. His belt is black crocodile skin and has been replaced 42 times in the last 4 years He has a love of finding black gators, otherwise he has to die less useful hides. Under the pants he wears silk underpants with a skull and crossbones ensignia. He refuses to wear boats, even when in a "formal mood, his paws just hate feeling constrained, his footing is much better barepawed

Going casual, which is when Cherny isn't near land and with his crew at sea he tends to wear less, its just not practical, Wearing the purple headwrap for his mane,he often goes bare chested and bellied, though sometimes maintaining the undershirt, pants wise he loves to wear cut off purple jeanes, they are tough enough to take a beating and do there job, the crotch is a nice well made zipper that is well oiled to allow easy pull down. Sometimes goes "Commando" sometimes puts on the briefs underneath. HE

His three ships are the "Pride" the "Savage" and The "Locker", the locker being a double wide galleon,much slower but works as a prison ship and mobile base. He also has a few secret uncharted hideouts, the biggest being Port Gluttony.

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 13:46:26 GMT

This is a simple blog, Designed to Proivide a New character daily for the watchers to enjoy and comment on, until there is a problem I won't be screening responses, So lets Keep things civil, at least ooc