Duane, the Devil May Care...hmm, Bull doesn't start with D
#4 of Meet the Studs
So, bit of a musclefur fan. Less obvious from my writing style and gallery than you'd think, but just glance at mah faves. The evidence is there. All things meaty, manly(and sometimes femmy), and powerful, when portrayed with style and talent, is A+ in my book. So much so that I've been developing a rather exhaustively involved and in-depth series, nearly a decade in the making, involving the subject...well, perhaps not involving, but rather featuring it, to the point that with barest exception...
all the furs are huge. Like, nearly all of em. Indulges my author appeal and leaves open tons of possibilities for far more varied personalities than "vain, dominant gymrat" and themes to explore therein.
So of course, I've had to wrack my tiny brain creating characters for this self-indulgent little project, and suffice to say, I've been busy. You don't even know the breadth of character and species I've been developing and mining so far. Like, guess. You won't get it, but guess. Ya don't...just, dude, stop. You don't even know. You're embarassing yourself. You don't know. YA DUNT KNOW
Enjoy. Love it, Hate it, let me know.
Name: Duane Donapolous
Species: Bull
Age: 36
Height 6' 3"
Weight: 641 lbs.
Appearance: Duane's magnificent, musclebound bod is covered head to toe in fine, brown fur and dotted with splotchy patches of light aurbern and creamy white down the legs and lower back, cut extra short to perfectly highlight, define and accentuate the many luscious bulges of his rounded physique. He's the picture of off-season power. Fortunate then, for anyone who stays the night with him, as he has a penchant for gallivanting about his own property completely in the buff *snickers*, only slipping on a teeny black speedo that strains around the hint of bulgy paunch forming his musclegut when going outdoors for mail or to barbeque *double snickers*, only to go flying right off when back in his abode.
When out on the town, his favorite outing clothes are a tight and clingy, yet thin and airy green button-down shirt with a fetching sunflower motif, a simple pair of lightly faded jeans, and a checkered bandana tied around his short, frosted headfur.
Duane has an aesthetic taste for gold, which is to say he loves it and wears it at all opportunities. Dozens of gold rings on at once, gold piercings in his tiny ears, nose, and nips (as well as a large, gilded Prince Albert), a few golden teeth here and there. Even his horns are gold, one of which can be pivoted to point downwards. (They're fake.)
He, too, has the mark of the Solfege (A brand in the shape of a G-Clef), though it's location under his right arm makes it difficult to spot normally.
Personality: Laid-Back, Outgoing, Loveable, Generous. You'd be hard-pressed to meet a living soul more easygoing and friendly than Duane, unless that person was obviously on some sort of narcotic, which clearly doesn't count. Down to earth and wizened by years of worldly experiences while still possessing that unmistakable "bounce" of youth, Duane's the type of guy you'd pay to be around. Too cool to not be around, but with jsut enough of a hint of le dork to seem approachable. He always seems to have a wide, infectious smile above his little haybushel of a goatee, thinks nothing of giving what he can to a person in need and is always goofing off for the entertainment of others, whether by dancing, playing a friendly game, or more intimate ways of bonding.
Though this isn't to say he has an unquenchable lust for life. Duane's perpetually relaxed to the point of seeming slothful. This relates to his aforementioned streaking in his own home. It isn't that he's an exhibitionist, he just doesn't care about letting it allllll hang out. If he doesn't have to do something or it's clearly just a formality, he'll just skip it. If it isn't fun or for the good of someone else, he can't be bothered to do it, and he's remarkably difficult to rile up, too. No point in getting worked up over nothing, right? He's perfectly content to simply coast through life, enjoying what comes and bringing smiles to whomever he can.
Abilities: As a "Solfege", Duane is gifted with the "Klaxon Tempo", a power that lets him sprout synthetic horns from any surface he can touch. The horns can be as large or small as he wishes, and can be any type of animal horn. If he's touching someone, he can create copies of their horns.
Random Fun Facts:
Has always had a passing interest in gardening, but is always nodding off or getting lost in his few responsibilities to keep up with it. But for variety's sake, he got the idea to try using pre-transcribed Nature magic runesheets for the layman with no natural aptitude for it. Things went about as well as expected, but he does wind up the occasional purple rose that drips pest-killing goo or flowering(and very smokable) moss and such from his junior-level experiments.
Fortune-telling, clairvoyancy and anything to do with occult tickle Duane's fancy and flair for the fantastical, (not to mention knowing what comes ahead makes it easier to keep the good times riollin') and he likes to bone up on his Tarot and do readings for friends.
Has a much larger, no-nonsense younger brother who checks up on him, and Duane's blase attitude towards streaking flusters him to no hilarious end.
Works part-time at an orphanage, where he's known affactionately as "Mr. Donapus."