Entrance
to the Nelson Sewers

A large sign that hangs over you reads 'Entrance to the Nelson Sewers. Watch your step.' Curious, you step farther into the gloom. You walk slowly, careful not to step on anything. Oops. Too late. A growl is heard as you squish something warm... and fuzzy... and... tail-like. May I help you? A pair of bright green eyes light up beside you. Squealing, you jump back. What, did I scare you? A wolf-like shape moved in the gloom, circling you. You nod. A rumbling laugh echoes around the pipe. Well, don't mind me. I'm just here trying to sleep.

Here's a hint of gold
Stuck into a tooth
Pardon me M'sieur
You won't be needing this no more.
Shouldn't be too hard to sell.

Persona

Name: Tasminium
Nickname: Tas (taz)
Gender: Male
Biological Family: Deceased.
Adopted Family: Chres, Twi, Mune
Acquaintances: Pyoga, Sky, Zad
Love: Pah! None.
Species: Lupe
Brush: Halloween(cough.)
Age: 17 Two and a half, human years.

Pelt: dark grey
Markings: green, gold/yellow, black
Hair: dark green
Eyes: black
Figure: thin

Height: 3'2" at crest of head
Length: 4'3" from snout to tip of tail
Weight: 65 pounds
Build: Small, lithe
Voice: Rasping, rough

History: Once a decent lupe, Tasminium broke a few laws, crossed a few men, and turned rogue. In a bid to stay safe, Tas ran down the hole to the sewers beneath a city. He has lived down here ever since, building his followers and waiting for revenge.

Ref:

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Well. This is me. Impressed? I didn't think so. Yeah. I smell. This whole bloody place smells. You get used to it.

Add it to the pile
Add it to the stock
Here among the sewer rats
A breath away from heck
You get accustomed to the smell.

The Tale of Tas

Well someone's got to clean 'em up, my friends
Bodies on the highway
Law and order
upside down
Someone's got to collect their odds and ends
As a service to the town!

A King's Kingdom

Map of the sewers & followers

Here's a tasty ring
Pretty little thing
Wouldn't want to waste it
That would really be a crime
Thank you sir, I'm in your debt

Ref & Art By Me

Here's another toy
Take it off the boy
His heart's no longer going
And he's lived his little time
But his watch is ticking yet!

Recreations of Me

Yeah, this is my old look, but still, too good of pictures to pass up!

Well, someone's got to clean them up, my friends
Before the little harvest
Disappears into the mud
Someone's got to collect their odds and ends
When the gutters run with blood.

Farewell

I raise my eyes to see the heavens
And only the moon looks down
The harvest moon shines down!

Return

It's a world where the dog eats the dog
Where they kill for bones in the street
Dead as the stiffs at my feet

Get Out

Family:

Poem/Song: "Dog Eats the Dog" from Les Mis