Jargon

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Jargon, a Hungry slob of a roo fella
This roo stands 8'5 and weighs roughly 700lb of mostly muscle, moderate length fur, many stained areas, some deeper than others, his natural color is actually an attractive redorange with brighter orange on his stomach and dark purple tailtip and fingers. The stains have made the red and orange look far darker and matted than the natural though. For more specifics, Starting at the top his face is stouter than most roos, skull curving back slighlty. Both large ears folding back when at ease, popping up some when he is angry(Some minor scars on them, nothing to serious), the heavy set skull has taken alot of dings in the past but is still able to aply the classic “roobutt” when needed. Past the head is a half a foot long neck, each swallow he makes sends a powerful adams apple poping, the muscular though is poorly hidden by the shaggy fur over the rest of his body. The heavy shoulder bone anchors his skull quite well , making slightly visible through the fur. Past the head and neck his trunk forms the tightly condensed anchor to the shoulders and arms, a reach of roughly 2 feet and a grip that can twist apart steal girders says pretty much all you need t o know about the roos upper body prowess. Normally the fur dribbles with sweat, either from behing hot in his fur or from working out, cold slows down his reflexes he says, so being hot and sticky keeps him in fighting shape. The stout trunk has a slight pear shape, muscles visible under the roughcut fur, visible with a close inspection if you care, however the stomach would batter you back if you got close enough, it sticks out three feet from his middle, held tightly by muscles and only sagging slightly over his crotch, fur stretched thin over it the pale pink flesh is visible under it, thick, but semitransparent, sometimes his last meal is even visible inside under the proper lighting. The belly is right now perfectly round. Under the stomach his hips and but are wide, as natural for a roo the thick muscles sport both the 4 foot long sweeping tail, the massive “hopping” legs and his heavy three piece set,the black shaggy hair aground his groin tends to even be visible through the strained sweatpants he is current wearing. Mostly muscle with a moderate layer of roo fat his ass sticks out slightly when he walks, the swishing tail almost makes the gait look like a tyrannosaur.(Though his personality doesn't hurt that impression) Powerful leg muscles are clearly visible, even the unkempt fur can't hide that, bending back slightly at the knee and ending in massive footpaws. Excellent stability, decent enough for running and jumping but he will never be a dancer. His toe claws are always out, slightly jagged, sometimes broken. .He moves rather fast for his stout figure, those stroung roo legs can Kick with the force of a Wrecking ball, (back kicks and front kicks most often.), Well balanced for a brawl and having survived far more than he can count.

Garb: Jargon's clothing has steadily deteriorated over the past year he has been landlocked. What was once a fairly tough and sturdy sailors garb is long gone, as is the young bikers he first 'Had” when coming to Vegas, just shreds of the previous clothing liter his lair. He has struggled to find bigger meals to eat, big fat men provide an excellent source of clothing, but at his BIG and LARGE state this has to gotten unsuitable. Desperate times have forced him to dress in sweatpants, as large as he can find, and this current light blue pair shows the ravages of his lifestyle. Mismatched patches are visible on the knees, thighs, and crotch. Some done to repair, some to enlarge, none done seemless. His own foul temper has forced him to learn such work on his own or go naked. His upper body has proven a far more challenging aspect to close, his pred gut sticks out way to far to ever be useful, so he has customized his own pants with suspenders(Just rope) to hold his pants up, and putting on huge open chested vest to cover most of his chest. (Took this off a body builder he found during one of the Vegas competitions, was quite a fun meal, brings back fond memories. He choses to wear no shoes


Smell :Sweaty, unwashed, grubby. He prefers to let his aroma work for him rather than wasting it with soap.


Personality: Randy,Ravenous, Ravaging. He wants everything easy and doesn't really care if others suffer. Though lazy, a Bum, and a failure at most things he has a discipline when it comes to himself, he trains naked in the streets, using impromptu punching bags and other gym equipment most often(Or going through the trash of gyms to find the real deal if he has been lucky) Either way you look at it he has kept himself quick, nimble and strong, a perfect eating machine for what he does. He isn't satisfied with his current life but is unwilling to be ambitious enough to change it or get a real job. When he sees a fatso who's clothing he suspects to fit him he WILL hunt down and devour them. His time with bikers and pirates have both given him unusual and wicked forms of “intimidation, even if they fail to translate as well to the underside of the strip
History and Job: He has been around a while, at sea when he was 6 and a pirate who learned the world through hard knocks till he was of age. He learned early the value of a man. Generally the man was worth all he owned + a good meal. Eventually he realized that he was getting to good at his job and the captian was setting his table especially for him. He made a break on shore leave right ahead of the salt and pepper and hasn't looked back since. He has some urges to go back pirating, on his own terms. Even just off the ship he took up the land based equivalent, joining into a biker gang. While he took to it well, the others didn't like him. He wouldn't follow orders or respect the chain of command, when he ate up the bosses favorite son and left him in the bosses engine he knew to take off with all the loot he could carry. Since then he has lived off what he took, it didn't last long. He still has a very small stash hidden away, its for emergencies, just like his bike. For all intensive purposes he lives off the street now. To strong and nasty to get hassled. He has no job atm
**Notes, other forms under development* Size might vary too