Name: Macer
Race: Wolffolk
Height: 5'10
Fur: Greyish
Eyes: Yellow

Macer is an easygoing fellow looking to fit in with his new surroundings.  He stands at an avarage height for his kind, and sports a coat of soft fur head to paw.  His lupine face is isn't particularly emotive, but he makes a point to be expressive with his hands and tone.

Not an imposing fellow, Macer's frame is fairly average, if well toned under his shaggy fur.  His long fingered hands have stronge appearance to them, and his nails are typically worn to blunted points rather than manicured to be that way, as if from being used to useing them for hard work.

Typically a fan of just his own thick fur, Macer concedes to the societal pressure and wanders about in a fairly loose fitting pair of pants with a hole cut for his tail.  Generous pockets hold his worldly possessions, possibly in an enchanted manner, but otherwise he seems pretty minimalist in his fashion needs.

Without his pants, they'd catch an eyeful of a thick, distincitve sheathe resting between his thighs, and a heavy sack resting below that, just as furry as the rest of him, as well as a rump toned and firm from his prior life of labor work.

It would be hard to not notice his arousal if he was ever caught like that, with a reddish pink canine member sliding from it's hiding place, it's colour and the thick knot at it's base giving it a wild, feral look, the tip of which is steadily weeping precum with desire.

Greens: Women, men, anything in between, creativity, banter.

Reds: Bodily waste, blood and gore, godmodding.