Name: Fergus

Species: Grice

Age: 39

Likes: Motorcycles, Toilet humor, Roughhousing, Food, Jockstraps, Going commando, Belfies, Musky things, His body, Sightseeing, Freedom, Cartoons, Mooning, Facesitting, Smelling his own farts

Dislikes: Distractions, Tea, Country music, Coffee, K-Pop, Wine, Capitalism, Kinkshaming, Oppression, Cooking (He sucks at it), Things not going his way

Favorite Food: Forfar Bridies

Occupation: Biker

Birthplace: Scotland

Body Type: Musclegut

Weapon: Cannon Lance

Title: Rebellious Poot Brute

Fursonal Quote: “That's a pretty face you got there, lad.”

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Mr. H: "*awkward slience*.........something tells me a few or more furry folks are gonna love this new swine that's in the Infurnationals building. Who's this pooty brutey, you ask? Well, say hello to this Scottish pig from the "Braveheart Country", iiiiitt's...Fergus. Heh. More like "FRRTgus". Haha. This gruesome pig enjoys freedom more than the smell of his own farts. Despite how cocky, nasty...and smelly he is, he's pretty outgoing. Let alone likes to have a good time. He may come off being a bully, but don't let his demeanor get the best of you. That's...that's just his way of saying he loves you and enjoys spending time with you...especially when things get kinky even. While Fergus likes to act and play rough, on the battlefield...he doesn't fuck around. Fergus wields his mighty cannon lance to blast down his enemies, let alone slash and gash, and skewer his foes."