-Name: Mordie

-Species: Felifox, feline(lynx) and fox(grey) hybrid. (Bastinari for fantasy writing purposes)

-Height: 5 foot, 7 Inches 

-Distinct Markings and body type: A tear in the right ear, dark red fur around the left eye, down the muzzle stopping at the bottom jaw. Digi-grade feet.   
 A fox tail, lynx paws and ears. Body type is a medium build, green eyes and thick shoulder length black hair with red highlights. The muzzle is shorter and less pointy than a fox but longer than a cat.

-Fur coloring: Covered in black fur with dark gray chest/stomach fur. He has dark red mittens/socks on his hands and feet.  
   
-Personality: Fun, shy, quiet, calm and relaxed, doesn't warm up to people easily and finds it awkward in social situations.

-Clothing: Flannel jacket long sleeves if it’s cold, T-shirts and loose faded jeans otherwise. No shorts unless swimming.

-Accessories: (Piercings optional) Two Industrial piercings (bars straight through) in his right ear and two studs and an industrial in his left.  Right hand has his silver class ring set with an onyx stone and on his wrist is a random colored rubber bracelet.

 -Activities: Gaming on PC. Table top RPGs. Messing around with different programming languages, skateboarding, reading, drawing, and listening to music.

Fantasy setting. (Traits mentioned above change depending on role.)

	As you walk into the tavern you see a strange creature sitting back in an out of the way corner of the tavern.  All you can make out from this distance is a pair of bright green eyes, staring at you intently. As you approach you see a large black and gray tail, with a red tip twitching rhythmically behind it, and upon closer examination this creature looks vaguely like a cat, but with a longer nose.  
	He has pointed ears with deep red tufts, like a lynx, on the tips, his right ear a deep cut in it from some previous encounter. The fur on his body is a deep gray, almost black. It's chest hair showing a brighter shade of gray through onyx black robes. He lifts his head to regard you, barring his fangs in an equivalent of a smile. A patch of the same deep red fur surrounds the left eye and trails down his muzzle to the bottom jaw. His hair is a black flowing mane down to shoulder level, the bangs drooping in front of his eyes.   
	His red furred paws idly drum on the table with claws extended. Leaving slight gouges in the rough oak surface. He continues to scan the room, for what or whom you're not sure. He shrugs and finishes off his drink before standing up, leaving a few coins on the table as he does so. The bipedal animal pads by, his long tail twitching as he walks past. He bumps your shoulder and mutters an apology before heading out the door. As you order a drink and light meal you notice your coin purse is gone...