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A Little About... ...And other denizens of Cambria*.

His FurryMUCK description follows:

For some strange reason, PunkTiger has caught your attention. He has the markings of a bengal tiger (orange fur, black stripes, white underbelly). He stands about 5'8". His clothing consists of a pair of neutral-coloured cotton sweat pants and a t-shirt.

He is bare-pawed (as if he cares), and his green eyes reflect a bit of mischievousness that lurks within his lithe frame. He seems a little thin for a tiger, but a closer look shows a wiry toughness to him.

Punk doesn't look "punk" in a thrash sorta way; he has no piercings or tattoos (although the fur on top of his head sticks straight up a bit.). He's just a fun-loving (if a bit odd) fur.

A smile purses his lips as he sees you looking. His eyes twinkle as he does a quick pose showing off not many muscles. "Grrrr!"

His t-shirt has the caption "Put A Tiger In Your Tank!" The graphic is a giant smiling muzzle with a tiger tail poking out from between the lips.

Carrying:


• Lag Repellant
• A well-pawed copy of Steve Alten's "Meg"
• Motto: If I Can't Fit, I'm Not Going!
• BUTTON: Warning - Guerrilla Proofreader!
• Altoids: Wintergreen! His favourite!
• Balalaika

Punk can usually be found on FurryMUCK at his favourite hang-out, The FoodChain and, on the odd occasion, at the Purple Nurple. To the casual outside observer, he is fun-loving, somewhat hyper, but usually reserved unless something really interests him. Unfortunately, since he is a shameless vorarephile, not to mention a confirmed macrophile, he usually finds himself in the... umm... middle of the most bizarre circumstances. The casual outside observer would think him insane... and Punk could care less.

When he's not doing dinner (open to interpretation), he's quite approachable and enjoys conversation. He's not on as often as other denizens of the virtual world (he has a life outside the MUCKs), so if you bump into him, say hello!

His description in the stories of Southpaw:

NAME: Patrick "Punk Tiger" Tighe
BIRTHPLACE: Our Lady of Perpetual Motion Hospital, Southpaw
RACE: Tiger (Panthera tigris sapiens)	GENDER: Male
(APPARENT) AGE: 22	FIRST DRAWN: 11 October 1996
OCCUPATION: "Kick-ass Balalaika player!"
HEIGHT: 5'8"	WEIGHT: 11 stone (~155 pounds)
EYES: Green	FUR COLOURATION: Tawny and white w/black stripes
PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: "Don't look at me... I'm irrelevant!"

Punk is a tiger that probably has a touch of wildcat thrown in. He's randomly spontaneous, has quickly passing flares of temper, sometimes acts first and thinks later, but is generally a good guy. He has a vast assortment of t-shirts whose sayings usually reflect his "Mood du Jour".

He's front man for his band, "Clovertone" (nee "The Crabs"*), playing lead electric Balalaika. The band is usually on-again/off-again, so Punk usually takes on whatever temporary job he can get. But usually, that means goofing-off with Obram Berser (see below). They've been best friends since he can remember.

* The Crabs achieved some local success as an alternative band, but their chances for widespread success were limited by unreceptive audiences. When they released a tape of their music during the holiday season, their ad campaign read "Give someone you love The Crabs for Christmas." While the fans found the ads highly amusing, it raised outrage from the rest of the populace... thus leading the band to be banned from many popular venues... thus leading to it's on/off status. It was only until Punk found out that there was another group (a slightly more successful one at that) who were also going under "The Crabs" that he was forced to change the name. As he was working on a 'find-a-word' puzzle, he spotted the word "clovertone" within the scrambled mix of letters. Taking it as an omen, he chose it to rename the band. It seemed to be a good move, as soon afterward, they started getting gigs in Southpaw and surrounding communities and have even managed to release a few albums on a local label (S.U.I. Recordings).

Please note that PunkTiger on FurryMUCK and PunkTiger in the stories of Southpaw are two distinct personalities... and ne'er the twain shall meet (well... not blatantly anyway). Thank you.

 

NAME: Obram Berser
BIRTHPLACE: St. Mervyn The-Somewhat-Divine-On-The-Hill Hospital, Southpaw
RACE: Bear (brown)	GENDER: Male
(APPARENT) AGE: 24	FIRST DRAWN: 11 October 1996
OCCUPATION: "Does rooting around for pineapple count?"
HEIGHT: 6'3"	WEIGHT: 18 stone (~250 lbs)
EYES: Hazel	FUR COLOURATION: Auburn
PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: "Time flies like an arrow... Fruit flies like a banana."

Obram is a very easy-going bear; well-read and slightly sedentary; rarely in a rush and always keeps a level head. Not only is he named after a greater Cambrian* god, he also has the patience of one. It takes a lot to get some sort of passionate (dictionary definition) reaction from him. But if he or his friends are put in danger, watch out! His cool exterior melts away to expose a power to be reckoned with. Although he seems rather portly, the vast majority of his mass is muscle... and he will use it. A dangerous combination of brains and brawn, he is well-versed in street brawling and knows almost every trick in the book. Playing the bouncer at Clovertone's concerts (q.v.) keeps him in practice.

He sometimes refers to his best friend, Punk Tiger, as his "uninhibited side". He enjoys his company and will sometimes put him in strange (but relatively harmless) situations to watch his reactions.

He considers pineapple his one weakness. He usually has a soprano recorder on him which he will play, rather well, when the mood strikes.

*Cambria: My world (and welcome to it) on which Southpaw is but one of many cities.

NAME: Toshiro Kitsune
BIRTHPLACE: St. Mervyn The-Somewhat-Divine-On-The-Hill Hospital, Southpaw
RACE: Fox	GENDER: Male
(APPARENT) AGE: 20	FIRST DRAWN: 8 December 96
OCCUPATION: Part-time help at father's "Curiosity Shop", drummer of Clovertone.	WEIGHT: 5 Stone (70 pounds)
FUR COLOURATION: Red, white gloves, socks, underbelly and tail tip.	HEIGHT: 4' 2"
EYES: Gold/Brown
PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: "Don't sweat the small stuff... I speak from experience."

For starters, Toshiro looks as much Japanese as any native Norwegian and has no such Oriental accent. "...And I'm a fox, not a Kitsune... See? Only one tail."

He was born prematurely and wracked with illnesses as a baby, which accounts for his small size. It almost seemed as if the Fates didn't want him to survive. But, against the odds, he did, although he was a rather sickly youth. He took up drumming at age 6 which seemed to improve his health and stamina somewhat. As he grew into his teens, he began to work on his constitution (weight-training, aerobics, and the like) with some success, but little improvement over his physical shape. He is wiry and tough, his rather gaunt frame belies its strength.

He met up with Punk while still in grammar school. A gang of bullies was harassing Toshiro, and Punk stepped in to help defend him. They soundly thrashed the offending bullies and a growing friendship started.

Toshiro stands behind Punk in all the strangeness that he and Clovertone have gotten into in the past and has stated that he'll be there until the end. He also knows Obram Berser and considers him a "BIG brother."

NAME: Darimos
BIRTHPLACE: Unknown (but probably somewhere in the Great Eastern Ocean)
RACE: (Ocean?) Dragon	GENDER: Unknown, but presumed male (he doesn't object being referred to as "he", anyway.)
(APPARENT) AGE: Unknown, but is believed to be over 600 years. (YOU ask him!)	FIRST DRAWN: 28 September 1996
OCCUPATION: Dragon "...What? Am I supposed to be something else?"	HEIGHT: Approx. 27 feet at shoulder
LENGTH: Approx. 45 feet from snout to tail	WEIGHT: Approx. 850 stone "ONE stone... and make it a BIG stone..."
COLOURATION: Blue - Aqua blue / Green - Sea green	EYES: Opalescent black
PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: "Do not meddle in the affairs of Dragons; for you are crunchy and go well with ketchup."

Darimos is a relative newcomer to Southpaw. He's lived within the community for about 35-40 years. Of course, because of his size and certain stigmata about Dragons in general, his home lies outside the township proper and his appearances in town are kept to a minimum... although people are more than welcome to visit him.

His temperament is very even and enjoys a bit of fun. He's savvy to practical jokes and knows a cue when he encounters one.

He possesses two separate sets of gills in his neck that allow him to breathe salt or fresh water indefinitely. These gills are hidden when he is on dry land. Although he is wingless ("...as most ocean-dwelling dragons are"), his innate magics enable him to fly over the lands (but he prefers to walk for "short" distances... like to the next township 35 miles away). He can also be a powerful spell caster when the need arises. (For effects, his magics are attuned to that of water and frost.) In a strange uncharacteristic twist, he can also breathe fire which can range from small fireballs (perfect for lighting campfires or barbecue grills), to huge thick gouts of liquid flame (enough to ruin ANYONE'S day). He keeps these powers tightly under wraps and will not use them for destructive purposes unless absolutely necessary.

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