Little bit about myself! I am a huge video game nerd, have been playing games since I was 3 years old starting on the good old atari. my current "main" fursona is Rend Williams, a crocodile who works at the FBI as a serial killer profiler. he is also the main character of my story "Dark Day's." I looooove blue's music, grew up listening to it and my uncle sing it with his band. I am also terrified of Pelicans! O_O (they will eat your soul!)
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 Prettypinkpony the cutest everything  AllenR Best bud.

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Now for a little info about the croc.

Rend is a 37 year old FBI agent, standing at 6'10 and well over 300 pounds he works both as a serial killer profiler and a field agent, before that at the age of 18 he quickly got a job as a police officer in New York city. with such a job came many hazards, as over the years he has been shot, bitten, clawed, stabbed and near beaten to death in his line of work so he carries numerous scars across his hide, the worst being his left eye which is blind due to a drunk suspect nearly clawing it out giving him a deep jagged scar running from just above the eye socket down to his neck.

His scarred appearance on top of his species gives him a rather intimidating look, making many people even his co-workers give him a wide berth which has only gotten worse since he became a widower. his wife taking her own life driving him to alcoholism and outbursts of violence due to believing someone murdered her, yet all the evidence pointed to otherwise. with no one willing to assist him in finding her killer he began a private hunt that consumed his life in and out of the office, countless complaints of harassment and stalking by people he deemed suspects lead him to nearly being arrested several times. Outside of a few close friends he prefers solitude and the company of alcohol, his once beautiful home now a mountain of paperwork, empty bottles and walls covered in pictures of suspects he had collected over the years.