HC

The Cheshire cat sent him on a mission for certain items - mostly, a briefcase full of drugs.  It seemed strange at the time, but after acquiring what his mentor sought, he was given the gift of the Cheshire magic, without the obsene insanity that tends to plague the species.  He was left with the empty case, and a magical gift he would spend the rest of his life utalizing.  FOR THE MOST PART, this character represents my fursona; how I feel, act and react in the real world (short of the case and magic, naturally).  He materializes slowly, just as he vanishes.  He usues the door occaisonally, but finds it wastes time when he could just snap his fingers and be there. 

Typically clad in an slightly tattered gray bucket hat with the Dragon logo stitched on the front, an Alcapolco shirt (he has a variety from black and white to extremely wild color combinations), and jeans that ride low on his hips.  He almost always has his breifcase nearby, if not in his hand.  A large black breifcase that looks something like an old Wordprocessor case from the early 1990's, which has "OFF THE WALL" written across it in what looks like white paint pen.  

When bartending, he always wears the same thing - no shirt or hat, just a large black apron with "Yiff the 'tender" written across the chest in large red letters.

Mate: - Niara, the pup that lives and works across the street from the tavern at a small fruit shop.