Desmond Mogu :: Profile

 

Art by Osmoru
https://bsky.app/profile/osmoru.bsky.social

:: BASICS ::

Full Name: Desmond Mogu

Nickname(s): Des, Dessy, Shortbread,

Birthdate: January 27th

Birthplace: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Species: Star-Nosed Mole

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Aroace

Occupation: Barista, IT Guy

Voice: Richard Horvitz

Theme:

Background:

Desmond was born to Archie and Laverne Mogu in the great state of Pennsylvania. Having grown up in the 90s, Desmond had been exposed to the then-modern golden era of cartoons via Nickelodeon. He found himself particularly fascinated by the likes of Doug and Hey Arnold!, and in his single-digit years, attempted to fashion his life after their titular characters.

As he aged and hit his teen years, genetics took hold, and he began to gain weight. Realizing the adventures he was having as a kid no longer felt acceptable as a plump, pimply-faced mole, he began to seclude himself from the world. Turning his bedroom into a den, never finding a job, and mooching off his parents into his 30s.

Through a rather dramatic (and traumatic chain of events for any other beast), Desmond found himself living in Brickhedge, taken in by the local boarding house.

:: APPEARANCE ::

Leg Type: Plantigrade

Height: 210lbs

Weight: 3'5"

Body Type/Build: Short, fat. Almost oval-shaped.

Hairstyle: Desmond isn't one by nature to put much stock into his looks, but his hair is one of his finer points. He styled it after the popular curtains style of the 90s, one that was especially popular in the boy band scene.

Beard: Has some apparent stubble in the form of longer, dark hairs around the area where

Hair Color: Ash Blonde [Hex #D7BEA7]

Secondary Hair Color: Ash Blonde (for the forested tips) [Hex #C1AB97]

Eye Color: Black [Hex #000000]

Primary Fur Color: Grey [Hex #797979]

Secondary Fur Color: Light Grey [Hex #DBDBDB]

Paw Pad/Nose/Tail Color: Pale Pink [Hex #BB8989]

Description:

Standing at three and a half feet tall, with a wide, plump oval-shaped figure. Desmond is covered in a course dark grey fur that is mottled with black splotches and a short. This covers the majority of his body and is only absent from his hands, paws, and tail, which is short, pink, and fleshy.

The only area that differs in color is that around his face where a lighter shade of grey starts from the bridge of his snout and runs up his forehead, giving the impression of a mask of some sort.

He has eight fleshy-pink wriggling tentacles at the end of his snout, the namesake of his species. Each tentacle is between 3 and 4 inches long, and he has four on each side. They're completely prehensile and can be operated with astounding precision. When Desmond's emotions run high, the tentacles react accordingly, almost with a mind of their own. Cold and hot weather also affect them.

Atop his head is an oddly enough well-groomed greyish-blonde hair. He has styled regularly in the curtain hairstyle, which is the form of self-treatment he does for himself.

Due to the nature of his species, his eyesight is naturally very poor, and so he is always wearing a thick(and what would be considered very nerdy) pair of eyeglasses.

Art by Osmoru
https://bsky.app/profile/osmoru.bsky.social

:: CLOTHING ::

Style:

Spring:

Summer: (Default)

Wears a ragged pair of denim overalls atop a yellow and red horizontally striped t-shirt.

Autumn:

Winter:

Accessories: Requires prescription-grade glasses to allow him to see. He is usually seen carrying an average-looking school backpack around whenever he's out and about.

Underwear: Briefs

:: PERSONALITY ::

Personality: Abrasive, rude, seldom has anything nice to say. Expresses his more positive and kindly feelings in his own unique ways.

Temperament: Usually comes off as agitated all the time. Dismissive of others.

Best Quality: Super intelligent and a diligent worker/committed partner should one get him to cooperate.

Worst Quality: Will argue with anyone and everyone. No filter and insults are thrown out with abandon.

Hobbies: Seeking out and repairing old electronics. Writing a not-so-fictional tell-all-styled online web series about Brickhedge. Writing in his journal.

Talents: Relatively skilled with technology from most eras. Has a knack for planning things out and executing plans with great results.

Loves: Old and vintage electronics. The solitude found in his dark and cold basement room in the boarding house. 

Likes: The beasts that he's come to consider as friends of some sort. Anything covered in cinnamon and sugar.

Dislikes: Just about everyone. Apple products. Cold weather.

Hates: Just about everything. Working with the public. Being flirted with.

Favorite Food: Batter-dipped deep-fried grubs covered in cinnamon and sugar.

Least Liked Food: Vegetables

Favorite Movie: The Matrix

Favorite Video Game: Too many to list.

Favorite Band/Musical Artist: A toss-up between Backstreet Boys, NSYNC and 98 Degrees.

Favorite Color: Red

:: COMBAT ::

Vocation: Black Mage

Primary Weapon: Claws

Secondary Weapon: Crossbow

Hand-to-Hand Style: N/A

Magic Element: Darkness

Known Spells: Murk, Murkra, Murkgra, Invisible, Black Hole

Limit Break: Sinkhole

(Desmond burrows into the ground using his huge claws, digging far below the surface until a sinkhole forms beneath his foes. The attack can result in instant death for some unlucky foes while doing enormous earth-based damage to others. Does not affect flying enemies.)

Primal Regress Form: Desmond does not possess a Regress form at this time

Description: N/A

:: STATS ::

HP: ***

MP:***

Strength: *

Defense: ***

Mystic: ****

Speed: **

:: CREATION & INSPIRATION ::

I knew right from the get-go that Desmond was going to be a Star-Nosed Mole. The species doesn't get the love and admiration it so rightfully deserves. I mean that's the case for moles in general and is reflected in the way his species is viewed by others in my version of Earth, but the star-nosed variety in particular is often seen as revolting by anyone that's never seen one before, but I think the little eldritch abominations are cool looking and very unique.

Design-wise, Desmond was always going to be that nerdy, overweight kid from 90s flicks archetype. Striped shirt, denim overalls, that sort of thing., But like with Callista, I needed to do something with him that set him apart from the norm and defied the status quo, so I made him intelligent and more bully-ish instead

Callista Reigns :: Profile

 

Art by Osmoru
https://bsky.app/profile/osmoru.bsky.social

:: BASICS ::

Full Name: Callista Reigns

Nickname(s): Cali, Doc

Birthdate: May 10th

Birthplace: Los Angeles, California

Species: Mountain Lion

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: General Practitioner

Voice: Marisha Ray

Theme:

Background:

Callie began her life under the two-story home of Ben and Sunflower Reigns. Her name, according to her parents, came from their love of the state of California and the word "Ballista". However, as loving as her parents were at the time of her birth, as she grew and her teeth came in, two large sabertooth-like fangs grew out of her upper jaw and sparked a fierce argument between the two, with her father accusing her mother of having cheated on him with a Sabertooth.

When the blood results came back stating that Cali was 100% mountain lion, the damage had already been done, and her mother had grown cold towards her husband. When Callista turned six, her parents divorced, and she grew up in a broken home as a result.

After completing medical school and earning and subsequently completing her internship, she moved away from California, wanting to put as much distance between her and that which all her hardships in life had existed.

:: APPEARANCE ::

Leg Type: Digitigrade

Height: 6'4"

Weight: 154lbs

Body Type/Build: Triangle, slim shoulders but with wide, thick hips and large breasts.

Bust: 44E

Hairstyle: Cali sports a thick, full head of hair that reaches all the way down to her tailbone. Seldom is it kept up in any bun or style save for when she is working. Her hair is naturally thick and wavy and sports random splashes of deeper seafoam greens throughout.

Hair Color: Seafoam Green [Hex #A2DFBA]

Secondary Hair Color: Dark Seafoam Green [Hex #4DB575]

Eye Color: Goldenrod [Hex #FFD800]

Primary Fur Color: Seafoam Blue [Hex #C5E5E8]

Secondary Fur Color: [Hex #FFFFFF]

Paw Pad Color: Jet Black [Hex #2B2B2B]

Description:

Callista is a mountain lion with a thick coat of seafoam blue fur covering much of her body, save for her midsection, which is the standard white fur that begins at her neckline and ends between her highs.

Complimenting the seafoam blue of her body, this mountain lion sports a thick and full head of long seafoam green hair. Accenting it at seemingly random places, there are splotches of a deeper green that appear as waves throughout.

Callista's body is a head-turner in every aspect; Standing at six and a half feet tall, she has a pair of long legs and thick thighs that she loves to show off during the summer. Further accentuating that quality, she possesses a large pair of breasts that she accentuates all year round, using the mental hold such things have on others to her advantage.

Her eyes are a catlike yellow goldenrod color. Her paw pads on her hands/paws are black in color.

Protruding out from her upper jaw are two sabertooth-like fangs. They do not interfere with her ability to talk, eat, or other activities.

Artwork by Hihikori
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/hihikori/

:: CLOTHING ::

Style:

Spring: (Default)

Wears a deep purple halter vest over a black push-up bra and formal black pants that flow freely at the ankles.

Summer: 

Autumn:

Winter:

Accessories:

Underwear:

:: PERSONALITY ::

Personality: A real wild child when not on duty. Loves to drink, sing(even though she can't), dance(usually in an inappropriate way in public). She is totally in tune with her sexual side and regularly uses it to her advantage. 

Temperament: Mild-mannered on the clock. Wild, loud, and fierce any other time.

Best Quality: Has a motherly demeanor, which allows others to get close to her where they feel safe and protected.

Worst Quality: Can sometimes be a bit too loud and mouthy and when drunk.

Hobbies: Gaming. Dancing. Casual sex. Reading too many schlocky romance novels.

Talents: Aside from her degree in medical science, Callista is a frisky feline who knows a great deal about dancing and how to use her body during the motions, an act that has caused many a parent to turn their child's eyes away on numerous occasions.

Loves: Sex. The smell that comes off a hot pavement during a summer rainstorm. Seeing how far she can push her feminine wiles to her advantage.

Likes: Diet sodas. Chinese food.

Dislikes: Hot weather. Hiding her body. 

Hates: Blind patriotism. Bigotry. Feminism.

Favorite Food: General Tso's Chicken.

Least Liked Food: Tacos.

Favorite Movie: Mean Girls

Favorite Video Game: The Sims

Favorite Band/Musical Artist: Kesha

Favorite Color: Pink

:: COMBAT ::

Vocation: Red Mage

Primary Weapon: Bo Staff

Secondary Weapon: Dagger

Hand-to-Hand Style: N/A

Magic Element: Electric

Known Spells: Levin, Levintra, Levingra, Accelerate, Fulgeration 

Limit Break: Final Storm

Primal Regress Form: Panthera

Description: Callista's body goes from slim and delicate to muscular and feral as her Regress form takes hold. Like her companions, she doesn't change to a completely unrecognizable being but is different enough to no longer be seen as an everyday modern beast. 

:: STATS ::

HP: **

MP: ****

Strength: **

Defense: **

Mystic: ****

Speed: ***

:: CREATION & INSPIRATION ::

Callista's creation, representing the letter C and the Mountain Lions of North America, draws from the pinup models of the World War 2 era for her overall look and build. She is also there to fulfill the fanservice trope but at the same time circumvent the expectations one usually expects from similar characters.

Brigid Ashtear :: Profile

Art by Osmoru
https://bsky.app/profile/osmoru.bsky.social

:: BASICS ::

Full Name: Brigid Ashtear

Nickname(s): Brigs, Freckles

Birthdate: April 19th

Birthplace: Vancouver, Canada

Species: Red Fox

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: 

Theme:

Background:

Brigid "Brigs" Ashtear was born to Adrian and Ginger Ashtear in Vancouver. She has two older siblings, neither of which developed to an extraordinary extent that she did through puberty, for genetics sought to defy the status quo and make her body develop far outside of the norms for the fox species.

In college, she took courses in Monster Sciences and had intended on joining a local monster hunting group as an intern afterward, but life took hold and led her to move to the States.

Nowadays, she lives in New Hampshire with her longtime internet friend and up-and-coming politician, Eligh Brannigon, in the small mountain town known as Brickhedge.

:: APPEARANCE ::

Leg Type: Digitigrade

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 135lbs

Body Type/Build: Slender with some curves

Bust: 34D

Hairstyle: Has feathered, side-swept bangs over her right eye, while the rest of her hair has grown to the small of her back and kept in a thick braid.

Art by  Kero Tzuki
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/kerotzuki/

Hair Color: Jet Black [Hex #2B2B2B]

Eye Color: Rose Pink[Hex #FFA3CD]

Primary Fur Color: Lavender [Hex #B8B0C7]

Secondary Fur Color: Ice White [Hex #FFFFFF]

Paw Pad Color: Creamy Pink [Hex #FF69B4]

Description:

Brigid is a member of the Red Fox species, but unlike her species namesake, her body is covered primarily in a smooth, velvety lavender-colored fur with a nearly pure white fur running up her midsection, stopping between her thighs and beneath her chin. 

The tips of her ears and tail have the appearance of having been dipped into a rich, black ink with the little tufts of fur that tip them, tapering off into a little wing. The same black color from her hair can be found running up both legs, giving the impression that she's always wearing long stockings.

Also unlike the norm for her species in this universe, Brigid had seen her body develop in extraordinary ways that defied the normal expectations for the body of a fox. For you see, the species were typically slim with very little body fat and a lack of a figure. Brigid had developed at the rate a wolf might during puberty, and by the age of 21, she had an impressive bustline(for a fox) and sported hips that made her sisters seeth with envy.

She sports long, jet-black hair that is typically kept in a braid, with her bangs feathered and brushed over her right eye, keeping the Scene style of the early 2010s alive. 

She has rose-pink pupils and a creamier pink color on the pads of her hands and paws(which is also shared with her private bits)

Art by Paper Demon
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/paperdemon

:: CLOTHING ::

Style: Brigid has forever struggled between wanting to accentuate her very un-fox-like features by accentuating them with tight-fitting tops and bottoms and wanting to conceal as much as possible. That said, seldom is she ever seen without something black and pink on, be it a hoodie, scarf, or button-up shirt.

Spring: 

In the spring, Brigid ditches the long pants and goes for above-the-knee dark grey cargo pants.
What she wears day to day on top of that varies depending on the weather and activities.

Summer: (Default)

Her default outfit. The black and pink plaid shirt is worn hanging off her shoulders, resting in the crooks of her arms. Under that is a simple black push-up sports bra with a zipper on the front. She swaps out her cargo shorts for a pair of faded black denim shorts that rest above the knees.

Autumn:

A near-perfect form-fitting brown, wavy top that is neither too tight so as to reveal the outlines of what is beneath, nor is it loose enough that it fails to accentuate Brigid's (as a fox) features. Her pants are corduroy, and she wears a black belt through them.

Winter:

Accessories: 

Autumn/Winter only

Any season

Any season

Underwear: Brigid has several different matching pairs of underwear and bras but keeps a special bra that has clasps on the front and a faint moon motif pattern running across the cups specifically for special occasions.

:: PERSONALITY ::

Personality: Loud and fiery, even if she doesn't always mean to be. Never one to step down from a challenge or be bewildered by insults or offhand remarks. Never apologizes for her who she is. Dearly committed to her loved ones.

Temperament: Sometimes irritable, sometimes caring and needy. She's described herself as having the diet version of bipolar disorder.

Best Quality: She has a strong, determined mindset and is always ready to support her friends.

Worst Quality: Has no censor.

Hobbies: Reading, hiking, jogging, studying monsters, trying to keep the Scene and Goth girl scene alive in her 30s.

Talents: Brigid is a talented singer and almost equally good at dancing, having (secretly) taken lessons in her teens and telling nobeast. 

Loves: Advrik. The smell of the forest floor and the musty odor of mushrooms that grow over it during the autumn season. Dark and moody objects like skulls. Equally loves bright and colorful things and often mashes the two together. 

Likes: Sleeping in. Shopping. Food Trucks. Clothes that are too big. Swearing. 

Dislikes: Rainy days. Country music. Fried food. Revealing too much. Politics(But don't tell Eligh!)

Hates: The Prey-Predator concept being pushed onto modern society. Perverts.

Favorite Food: Wild Blueberry Muffins. Chicken Primavera.

Least Liked Food: Pickled vegetables of any kind.

Favorite Movie: The Fault in Our Stars

Favorite Video Game: Harvest Moon 64

Favorite Band/Musical Artist: Paramore

Favorite Color: Pink, Black

:: COMBAT ::

Vocation: Assassin

Primary Weapon: Twin Daggers

Secondary Weapon: Throwing Knives

Magic Element: Fire

Known Spells: Frit, Fritra, Fritga, Strengthen, Inferno

Limit Break: Forever Piercing

(Using the speed associated with her species, Brigid quickly slips behind a single enemy and its defenses and delivers a single strike that ignores the defensive capabilities, potentially even killing her foe in one blow.)

Primal Regress Form: Ninetails

Description: For three turns of combat, Brigid's body is magically transformed into a large, more feral version of herself with eight additional tails of pure magic flowing behind her. Her irises shrink to pinpricks as she balances herself on one hand as the other coils back, always ready to throw a powerful magic spell.

:: STATS ::

HP: **

MP: ****

Strength: **

Defense: **

Mystic: ***

Speed: ****

:: CREATION & INSPIRATION ::

As was the three-rule case with Advrik and the rest of the crew, Brigid was to be the quintessential fox in the group(because it always seemed like every Furry had at least one fox in their arsenal). Her colors were chosen based on some of my own favorite colors, plus my fondness for lavender in general.

Her design was inspired by the Scene and Goth girl styles that were popular during the early MySpace and Facebook years. I integrated this into her character itself, as she's somewhere in her 30s but trying to keep the spirit of her youth alive in the way she dresses. This was drawn from my own real-world way of dressing, as I always look like I'm stepping off the set of some 90s sitcom. Not obnoxiously so, but if you were to look at me in real life for long enough, you'd see it.

art by Breathe
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58561353/

Art by Osmoru

Advrik Drahcir :: Profile

(Quick reference)

Art by Paper Demon
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/paperdemon

 :: BASICS ::

Full Name: Advrik Drahcir

Nickname(s): Vrik, Dickweed

Birthdate: September 8th

Birthplace: Unknown

Species: Gray Wolf

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Occupation: Beast-for-Hire / Monster Hunter

Voice: Ray Chase

Theme:

Background:

If asked, the wolf could not tell you where his life began or to whom he owes his existence, but in the same breath, he'd also tell you that he didn't care or that it didn't matter. He'd been given a blank slate for what it was worth, free to grow and develop without any parental figures hanging overhead beside the tenants at the Sitting Pretty Orphanage, where he spent the first eighteen years of his life.

Eventually finding his way to the town of Brickhedge, New Hampshire. Advrik purchased a fixer-upper and a small plot of land right in the middle of Main Street. Since then, he has been living out his days making the best of the lot in life he'd dug for himself.

:: APPEARANCE ::

Leg Build: Digitigrade

Height: 5'10

Weight: 165lbs

Body Type/Build: Average, a bit of a tummy 

Hairstyle: Shaggy, shoulder-length. Kept in no particular style and is never brushed. Tends to favor sweeping his bangs over his left eye.

Artwork by Ruddi
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ruddi

Hair Color: Dark Brown [Hex #655244]

Eye Color: Crimson [Hex #BD423D]

Primary Fur Color: Ash Brown [Hex #7A6A4F]

Secondary Fur Color: Buttery Vanilla [Hex #FFFBE9]

Paw Pad Color: Brick Red [Hex #8F1402]

Description:

A gray wolf of average to below average height. His body is mostly covered in greyish-brown fur. His midsection, which runs from his muzzle down to his inner thighs, is covered in a buttery vanilla color fur with a single streak leading upwards to his forehead between his eyes. 

He has a head of darker brown shaggy hair, the same color of which can be found running about halfway up his arms and legs, as well as a ring of darker fur around his muzzle where the lighter vanilla color ends.

His eyes are crimson red, evoking a sense of fire and flames whenever one chances to look into them for longer than they should. His paw pads, both on his hands and paws/feet, are a rough brick color.

:: CLOTHING ::

Style: Casual, a combination of early to mid-90s and early 00s gothic. Dresses according to the season, but has one or two pieces of clothing that are consistent across the board. 

Spring:

Summer (Default):

A black sleeveless zipper hoodie(-always- unzipped) over a dark grey T-shirt and a pair of black, on-the-knee cargo shorts.

Autumn:

Wears a black t-shirt with the Nordic rune for wolf printed across the lower left half. That shirt is worn over a thin, dark grey long-sleeved shirt. Finally, over that, he wears a pair of long, black gothic pants.

Winter:

Wears a heavy yellow plaid coat over a dark grey sweater and his "Y2K Pants". Will occasionally wear a black beanie with grey horizontal stripes across the brim depending on the weather and if it's snowing or not.

Art by Osmoru
https://bsky.app/profile/osmoru.bsky.social

Accessories:

Underwear: Black pair of breathable sports underwear.

:: PERSONALITY ::

Personality: Calm, cool, collected. Never does as much research on something as he should before jumping into it and often finds himself having to wing the situation as a result.

Temperament: Easy-going.

Best Quality: His determination to see something through and always wanting to right wrongs, especially if he was the cause of the issue. Not afraid of apologizing or owning up to mistakes.

Worst Quality: Can become too overly attached, resulting in jealousy and worry over any given relationship.

Hobbies: Fishing, reading, hiking, monster hunting, cooking, overthrowing giant evil corporations, and toppling political regimes.

Talents: During his abnormally long stint at the orphanage, Advrik had been encouraged to take up a hobby, so he took up Wing Chun kung-fu at the dojo down the street, where he eventually earned his black belt from Master Coyote.

Loves: Brigid. Fresh morning air. The smell of freshly brewed coffee. Hiking alongside streams. Horror media. Black clothing. The 1990s.

Likes: Scented wax melts. Lavender-scented things. Reading.

Dislikes: Loud, obnoxious noises. Celery.

Hates: Politics and politicians. Litter.

Favorite Food: Pizza

Least Liked Food: Spaghetti

Favorite Movie: John Carpenter's 'The Thing'

Favorite Video Game: Secret of Mana

Favorite Band/Musical Artist: Sonata Arctica

Favorite Color: Orange

:: COMBAT ::

Vocation: Warrior

Primary Weapon: Sword (Single or Two-Handed)

Secondary Weapon: Bo Staff

Hand-to-Hand Style: Wing Chun

Magic Element: Fire

Known Spells: Frit, Frittra, Fritger, Fiery Strength, Inferno

Limit Break: Wolf Pack Strike

(Advrik leaps toward a single foe, unleashing anywhere from five to nine slashes in a blindingly fast flurry of attacks)

Art by Paper Demon
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/paperdemon

Primal Regress Form: Wulphelk

Description: As the situation becomes dire in battle, Advrik can tap into his Primal form. A creature that resides in all modern beasts that, as long as it is used sparingly, will not cause decay to the mental state. Primal forms last for three rounds of combat.

The Wulphelk is a unique transformation as it is neither wolf nor elk, but a horrific, monstrous amalgamation of the two into a nearly bipedal, hunched-back creature. Standing over nine feet tall, the Wulphelk has very broad shoulders and a long snake-like neck with which he can coil and strike. Atop his giant head is a pair of mighty elk-like antlers in a constant state of velvet, giving it a gruesome, gory appearance.

:: STATS ::

HP: ***

MP: **

Strength: ****

Defense: ***

Mystic: ***

Speed: ***

:: CREATION & INSPIRATION ::

When I started creating the five leads of my story, I had three themes in mind that I wanted to base them around. First was the Alphabet for their names. Second, each character had to be based on an animal species found in the North American wilds. And finally, the third would be a certain style or period that would be used in which to fashion them after.

In Advrik's case, he was the hero, The lead, so he had to have all of the qualities and the looks of a protagonist. Wield a sword, be kind and caring. You know, just look the part. For his general clothing style, I went with the early to mid-1990s look with a dash of gothic flare from the late 90s into the early 2000s. 

Artwork by Aerofistashka
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/aerofistashka

Sword Reference: 

LAST TAIL - Episode 36: Garou Loveless Part III

The crowd fell silent after a rousing round of applause from the mass of beasts that flooded the streets of Brickhedge, huddled together despite the sweltering summer heat.

Birds didn't soar through the air, nor did cicadas or grasshoppers perform their symphony. From the very second Garou Loveless arrived in town, wildlife ceased to exist.

Even the frogs were silent.

VISIONS OF MANA IS HERE!!

 It actually arrived yesterday via the Day Zero edition on Steam, and so I had put a solid three hours into it before exhaustion from work finally claimed me.

The game is absolutely beautiful, retaining that charming fairy tale look and feel that the series has had ever since it made its jump to the SNES with Secret of Mana. The music is again, mindblowing and is something I cannot wait to get the soundtrack for. Hiroki Kikuta being back at the helm just feels so right.

There's so much to do and see, and with a world that has as much history and lore built up in it as the Mana series does, and my being just an absolutely giant fan of it all, I can't help but want to run through every thicket of trees or peak around every corner.

The fact that I'm sitting here now at my PC writing this and the last chapter of season 2 of Last Tail is out of shear necessity as I want it done before September begins. But trust me, after I finish writing this, I'll be right back at Mana along with Dante's Peak playing on my TV.

LAST TAIL - Episode 35: Garou Loveless Part II

"Fucking politicians!" barked Desmond as Toh and another employee at the cafe frantically moved about the kitchen and crafting area. The mole's statement caused more than a fair share of heads to snap in his direction, all belonging to unfamiliar faces and each with a press badge hanging beneath it.

LAST TAIL - Episode 34: Garou Loveless Part I

The thick, gelatinous yellow blood of the insectoid had still not dried when the wheels of Loveless's stretch limo drove over that sunny summer morning. The tinted windows teetered on the razor's edge of legality, a matter he'd never concerned himself with once in his adult life. Most issues could be waved away with cash, the rest with a gentle smile, monetary support of some kind, or, his personal favorite, threats.

LAST TAIL - Episode 33: Monster Hunter

Advrik can't remember a time he'd used his phone more, and he was beginning to grow sick of the notification sound effect.

He only wished he could have given Brigid her own specific sound so that he wouldn't eagerly reach for his phone every time someone texted him. 

The wolf looked at his phone now with a tinge of disappointment as he read the text from the Mayor's Office. It was another job offer. 

"That your girlfriend again?" 

100%ing Final Fantasy IV

In trying to kill some time while waiting for Visions of Mana(next week!!), I picked Final Fantasy IV Pixel Remaster back up the other day to finally finish it, and assuming there wasn't going to be a whole lot of let work, potentially earning the Completionist achievement. 

Only took about 11 hours beginning to end. May tackle 3 next. 

LAST TAIL - Episode 32: A Col-What?!

 Desmond rubbed the sleeping dust from the corners of his eyes, rolling over in his full-size bed until he was within reach of his nightstand and his spectacles and phone that sat atop. Tapping the screen on his phone brought the device to life, revealing his wallpaper and twenty-four-hour clock. It was 9 a.m., and he'd only gotten about five hours of sleep if that, thanks to the late summer thunderstorm that was currently ripping through town.

LAST TAIL - Episode 31: Rallying the Rally Call

 The horse trotted back and forth across the office floor, his hooves making a clop! sound with each step even against the area rug that Eligh had placed around his desk. Beads of sweat ran down the beast's head as he nervously chewed at the nail on his index finger.

Eligh would have lied to himself if he, too, didn't feel his nerves being flared by the recent events. He'd pop a bar and go to bed right now if he didn't have to be here today in the office with the mayor as they began to tackle the current situation.

LAST TAIL - Episode 30: Butterflies, High and Low

 "Another body was discovered in an alleyway yesterday, just a block away from The Spyre, making for the fourth case in just two months," said the reporter as she read the headlines off the prompter in front of her as the noontime news rolled on. "The victim was 27-year-old Bianca Noir; she had last been seen leaving the office of Fenrir Ghaleon just a few nights ago by a colleague who declined to reveal their identity. A PR spokesperson of GhalCo reported that Ms. Noir had only just returned from maternity leave this past week and that her sudden and tragic death has left an open wound in the company." 

LAST TAIL ~ Episode 29: Black and Gold

"S-sir, I r-regret to inform you, b-but the town of Brickhedge, New Hampshire, still has yet to--"

The dark figure sitting behind the large desk moved none at the news. He'd expected it, given his knowledge of the geological location and the town's... lack of advancements in modern-day tech. A timely reply was never in the cards.

Still, like most things, it agitated him.

Advrik's Clothing by the Season (Character Profile Extension Vol. 1)

 As I am a huge on things changing with the season(I literally work a job that revolves around the changing of the seasons), I too like to make sure my characters are dressed appropriately according to the weather and time of year.

So as to be better prepared for future commissions and episodes of Last Tail, I decided to start cobbling together expanded reference sheets for my main five characters, otherwise known as the Five Pack! 

And of course, I'm going to start with my main character: Advrik Drahcir!

LAST TAIL - Episode 28: Boy Meets Girl

 Their eyes met.

Advrik stood, nearly slackjawed at the sight that--literally--lay before him. Sprawled out atop the sunbathed boulder for which he, too, had rested numerous times, was the vixen for whom he'd subconsciously pined. The sunbeam shone down, illuminating the gentle purple color of her fur to near-blinding levels. Her jet-black hair was in stark contrast against the light.

Covid, again

Been a good few years since my last known infection, but here it is once again ravaging my immune system and making a puppy out of me!

Okay so that last part is a huge exaggeration. I feel a little crummy and my legs hurt, but it's nowhere remotely close to the awful state the first infection had put me in. Couldn't taste, couldn't smell, I got out of breath easily. It was pretty bad overall, though I have felt worse in the past with different sorts of viruses.

The really sucky part is that I once again have the brain fog and can't concentrate, and the chapter of Last Tail I started writing last night is really important, but I cannot get myself to focus on it in the slightest. 

So, I am just going to lay in bad all day today, put a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup on the stove and just watch a bunch of contagion themed films. 

Starting with none other than The Thing! 

LAST TAIL - Episode 27: The Web We Weave Part III

 Previously. . .

Eligh rapidly tapped away at the oversized mechanical keyboard that he had ordered with his own cash. Given the size of his hands, using a regular keyboard was doable but quite troublesome and time-consuming.

Though the mayor had promised to reimburse the bear, Eligh said that it was no problem and that it was a purchase he had been happy to make if it meant tossing out the old, yellowed Gateway PC keyboard that it (and its relatives) had taken up seemingly lifelong positions here at Brickhedge Town Hall.

LAST TAIL - Episode 26: The Web We Weave Part II

 Brigid slammed her fist on the table again, rattling the bowls and drinkware. "It was like I wasn't even there, Eligh!" A day had passed since the missed opportunity for a reunion had occurred at the coffee shop. Brigid was sitting alone at the big window seat, the wolf that had occupied her thoughts for months had been at the counter. 

The large grizzly bear loomed over the stove, pushing an egg and milk mixture around a heated frying pan surface, merely growled at his much smaller friend's gripes. 

"And he had two cups of coffee, Eligh. Two! Who the FUCK was that other one for, anyway?!" 

An Angler's Tale - #5: It Was Nice While it Lasted

 

Despite the entry title, there won't be any sort of bewildering complaints or self-loathing here. This is more of a self-reflection and a reminder of why I spend the money I spend on my fishing gear.

As per my previous post about having happened across a really nice Daiwa reel at, what I felt was a steal. I quickly bought it and put it to use along with some nice fluorocarbon. Okay, nothing too bad there. I got out onto the river and made a few casts to get a feel for the thing and thought it had some nice action and a fast retrieve.

But upon the NEXT trip out. Yesterday, after work. the crap really hit the fan when I snagged and tried snapping the string with a good pull. Fortunately, the Daiwa rod itself held up amazingly well(which I'm relieved 6-foot casting poles with cork handles aren't easy to come by), but the line had somehow cut a line straight through the pool, creating a crevice that now anything the thing is reeled, the line basically tangles itself around the spool, making it unusable.

Now, had I been in the same mindset that I was just a week and a half ago, I'd probably have given up on fishing altogether after that. Down both $40 on the reel and the $13 for the line thanks to the place I bought it from's terrible return policy. 

All was not lost, however, as I still had Zebco to fall back on. In particular, my Omega Pro, which I bought for myself a few years ago as a birthday gift. The reel has held up amazingly well, and while it does make some noises during retrieval, they're just noises and don't relate to any actual issues from within the device itself.

The reel itself is a beast when it comes to build quality. The only knock I can make against it is its retrieval speed, but it has held up over the years and has once again returned to being my main reel and will continue to claim that title until I either upgrade to the 2023 model or it ultimately falls apart somehow.

Reel: Zebco Omega Pro30 (2012 model)
Pole: Daiwa Crossfire 6'
Line: Berkley Trilene XL Smooth Casting 10lb Mono

LAST TAIL ~ Episode 25: The Web We Weave Part I

 The wolf shouldered the framed glass door that served as a means of keeping the elements from getting into the little homegrown coffee shop. Holding a coffee cup in each hand. Each cup was cloaked in a little cardboard sleeve to protect the sensitive pads on his palm and fingers.

Outside, the same heat that had become overbearing on his previous fishing trip still lingered on; the air was thick and heavy as the humidity ran high, making the otherwise abnormally dry summer all the more unbearable to deal with.