“Scarcely two years into the Revolution, a scruffy grey troupe trudged through the sodden expanse of the Illinois Country.  Laden down with their accoutrements and heavy octagon barreled rifles, the gaunt column struggled onwards in wet, marrow-numbing cold; the worn country lanes had disappeared and ice formed around the knurled roots in the brown water.  Slimy black pebbles made tough foot-work for crossing the innumerable rain bloated streams. 

            Their leader was a hard-swilling giant of a man named Clark.  Somewhere ahead in the inky black, lit occasionally by the moon which illuminated the pale dead trees like ghosts, was a wooden fort called Sackville.  Inside was one General Hamilton, called ‘The Hair Buyer’ by Clark’s men for his policy of paying the Indians for the scalps of settlers. Clark was outnumbered.

            Slowly the Dawn Patrol crawled towards Sackville over damp ground.

            At first, Hamilton thought some drunken soldiers were shooting their firelocks outside the barracks.  Then he heard the heavy thunk of bodies hitting the floors of the guard towers. 

            From behind a muddy embankment, the Dawn Patrol opened fire. 

            The regulars crashed out several volleys in response, but in the dark their muskets did nothing.  The woodsmen concentrated their fire on the cannon loopholes, so no one could use the big guns against them.  By morning there came no surrender, but something else did come.  Mistaking the musketry for a welcoming party, a few Indians blundered right into Clark’s grasp.

            The firing stopped, and the opposing parties each displayed a flag of truce as the captured natives were bound and sat down before the fort. Clark ordered the Indians tomahawked in full view of the garrison.  At about two in the afternoon the executions began. 

            One of the last to die was a young Ottawa chief named Macutte Mong.  A man approached him and buried the tomahawk deep in his head.  Macutte Mong took it out and handed it back.  It took three more blows to kill him.  When Hamilton met with him to surrender the fort, Clark was still wiping blood from his hands.”

So goes a story that Brett often related at get-togethers.

                        APPEARANCE AND BUILD        

Brett is a 20 year old human male, 6’2” and 200 lbs.  He’s white, but has naturally darker skin than most, giving him a lightly tanned peach skin tone.  Atop his head is a “mane” of long, well-kempt blonde hair ending at his shoulders, with two short, prominent bangs offsetting his face.  A light polar ice floe blue color makes his eyes very luminous.

        Build-wise he’s got some definition in his V-shaped chest and stomach, but his arms are average. His big shoulders taper down towards a teeny waist and even teenier hips atop long legs.

                                                              PERSONALITY

            Brett’s a gentle and sweet guy overall.  Being among furs has made him sensitive to some of the more negative feelings towards humans, but poor ol’ smoothskin that he is, he just loves furries! To him, they are Fairy Tale creatures come to life, he’s always been fascinated by them. He’s friendly and fun to be with.  Outgoing in the sense that he loves to do things, but not as in being pushy or loud; he can be shy around some but isn’t afraid to join in on the fun.  Finding and eating wild greens, spelunking, hunting for crayfish, theatre hopping, and exploring new places are some of his favorite things to do.  Book-wise his favorite authors are E.T.A. Hoffmann, Bram Stoker’s short stories, and Bernal Diaz del Castillo’s account of the Conquest of New Spain (i.e.Mexico). 

As you can probably tell from the story that opened this page, Brett can be into some “interesting” things! He has a deep fascination with folklore and legends, monsters and the like.  Brett is a college graduate, and as a History Major he loves all the strange, fascinating minutiae of the past. He’s always got a striking, scary, or just plain interesting tale to tell.  He’s also a poet who prefers to write about haunted woods or illuminated windowsills than politics or love.  No surprise that he’s also a big fan of horror films, especially Asian horror, and various obscure cult flicks.  He is a multi instrumentalist and a singer, trained in jazz on drums and guitar.  Because of an injury to his left pointer finger he has an unusually long reach around the fret board of a guitar, so he can play things that are physically impossible for others.  And the pain put on that finger lead him to put more stress and movement on the other digits, so he has a jazzy style with lots of bends and wide intervallic leaps. 

                                                       SEXUALLY

His biggest fetish is big butts and assplay/worship. He LOVES it!  And he LOVES girls who are proud of their asses! Seriously, surprise him! Talk about your butt, show it off, go on and on about how thick and large it is.  Be creative!  Freakin’ HAND him things with your butt, he loves it! And as a special note, Brett has a very unique fetish related to butts and dirty talking, it sounds a bit silly at first, but he melts when girls do it, so ask him about it if you want, and if you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it.  He likes Boobs too, mooshing his face into them, nipple sucking, etc.

Also likes very talkative partners.  Giggle, coo, laugh, talk about how your day went, you won’t bug him with any of that!  “Fashion/Glamour Shows” are another thing he likes.  Dress up in some nice outfits (cheerleader, French maid, athlete, swimmer girl) or even just strip and do some sexy poses for him. 

***********************************************************

Well, that’s him! I’ve been around the furry fandom since 2009 when Yiffstar was still around.  Yes I’m a human, but I think humans and furries together are beautiful! Hope you liked my profile and let’s have fun!