Gene, the Genial, Substance Lovin' Sheepdog
#5 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.
(No, I will not change these comments. :p)
Gene Alford
Species: Briard Dog
Age: 41
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 520lbs.
Appearance: A big, burly mass of pert, jiggly muscle and long, shaggy fur, Gene has every reason to fancy himself a "muscle daddy". He's not as massive or defined as his peers, instead sporting a very plump, well-rounded "off-season bodybuilder" look, covered head to toe in a plushy coat of muted whites across his chest and belly and a long swath of worn gray down his back with a cute curtain of bangs completely obscuring his heavy, faraway eyes of dull violet.
He's most comfortable in a simple, dark-green mesh top with blackish-grey fatigues and huge, heavy work boots, with a pair of dog tags wrapped tight around his massive forearm. He's often seen with a large roll of weed clutched tight in his huge, grinning teeth.
Personality: Laid-Back, Wistful, Fatherly, Groooooovy. Gene's a lover and a fighter, being a veteran soldier, an aspiring philosophizer, a slight hedonist and avid fan of ol' Mary Jane. Gene sees every stranger as a potential new friend, and every new enemy as a potential friend who just needs to lighten up a bit. He's always grinning that wide, toothy grin, offering snacks, words of wisdom and a friendly toke of his pipe. As laid-back as a guy can get, it takes fuckstickery of divine proportions to get his hackles rising, and even then he always keeps his cool, grinning that grin and giving out sagely advice while giving the offender a well-prescribed boot to ass.
Gene's a very touchy-feely kind of lover, with a gentle, experienced touch and massive, strong paws that can't help but wander. He's extremely popular at all of his favorite haunts. Maybe it's his penetrating, drawling baritone, maybe it's that infectious smile and the cute way his bangs always hide his eyes(unless you're up real close, that is, and by then you're as good as his.). Maybe it's just the contact high. He does have the heavy, smoky musk of cannabis on his tongue most of the time.
Most of all out of his qualities, Gene is a dedicated friend and father figure, especially to his close friends and former squad mates. No matter what the situation, if you're tight with this big dog, he's got your back. He's always giving out firm yet kind and understanding advice and favors, always giving and never expecting a thing in return, and he's taken the heat for a bud(no pun intended) more times than anyone can recall. A true blue pal, Gene's the real deal, what a real man should be.