Ranu Dracorex

Ranu is the son of a Scottish farmer and a British tavern keeper, despite what would normally be a caustic relationship, together, the two managed to have him and his two sisters. Both sisters are still living in the United Kingdom, but Ranu moved out when he turned 18.

He also "came out" at age 16, which shocked his mother, however, his father wasn't surprised in the least.

"Wife, th' boy's been pokin' his wanker intah all kinds've places...where were ye last Yule?"

He's a smart lad, not much in the way of schooling, however, so he has his slightly dense moments.

His species and Nationality were actually due in part to the fact that his ancestors were from an escaped Spanish colony - they migrated FROM the Americas back - before settling in the United Kingdom, scattered every now and again across Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and England.

-The outdoors. Ranu loved exploring the moors he grew up in back in the Kingdom.

-To Ranu, sex isn't something that should be shared with one person...nor love. Love should belong to everyone.

-A definitely mad sports fan, he will bend your ear for hours about soccer, rugby, and cricket until you forcibly remove them.

-Combat sports. Loves wrestling, boxing, fencing, anything of the like.

-Rich, uppity people. Or just snobby, uppity people in general.

-Those furries who do not approve of interspecies unions.

-Supporters of the Cloverfield Thunderfeet, his rival village sports team. (In his village, the home team is the Anurock Springlegs.)

-Anyone without a sense of humor.

Very pro-polyamory. Ranu doesn't see why you can't love more than one person.

Quite affectionate, he's a real friendly guy who'll totally buy you a drink and talk to you just for the sake of talking.

Very fit, despite his gangly amphibian frame, he's wiry, with a lot of muscles and strength.

A fun sort of guy, loves practical jokes and humor of all kinds.

On a drunken bet once, he got a tattoo on his left buttock of the Celtic Triskelion symbol, as WELL as a series of piercings on his long tongue. (And we do mean long.)

Odd sense of fashion - never seems to go anywhere without a sports jersey, scarf, and tweed cap. Yes, he owns kilts.  In several designs.