Da Vinci

Da Vinci, or Vince, is a larger-than-life pooka whose travels have brought him by Firnost-ways.  A veritable mane of golden brown locks cascade down over his broad shoulders when not pulled back into a messy bun, blending into his fastidiously maintained beard. A broad, feline nose and softly curved furry ears give away his kith, topped off (or rather, bottomed?) by the long, tufted tail that whisks languidly behind him.

An easy, friendly smile most often graces his face below blue-grey eyes that shine with delight at whatever today’s adventure may hold.

His outfits are as sleek as if tailored for him personally; and perhaps they were. Silken poet’s shirts, snug-fitting trousers that hug his… ahem, assets, Italian leather shoes polished to a gleam.  A silver ring wrought in the shape of a lion’s head gleams on one hand, though not on his ring finger.

Vince’s build is a delight to those who admire the masculine form, fit and well-muscled, his height topping many another pooka at 6’7″. Unsurprisingly, he moves with a leonine grace.