Dewy Howe The Coontaur

The huge gray slab of fat tauric coonieness before you is hard to take in with one gasp. Standing 9'3 at the shoulder he really does tower over most people, 11 feet long and roughly 8.7 tons of pure overweight flab has made his presence only viable on the lowest floors of nearly every building. Thick fatty rolls scrape the ground, big soft feet make muffled sounds, but even then they tremble. His massive chubby arms wrest on the gut when he stands. He has past the stage where standing is hard, his belly is the perfect portable seat. A Thick gorgeous tail is nearly 5 feet long, classic con colration and all to good at hiding the lawyers arousal should he have just packed away a few plaintiffs before hand, or more likely eaten a few people in the bathroom. Private places are so useful. His girth likewise makes it next to impossible to prove anyone's inside, he knows it, but there are tons of coonfat for the meal to wiggle, not easy

A very smart fur, he found the legal profession rewarding and yet, he hungered for more, doing suits for injuries kept the bills paid but real money came from class action suits, hundreds and thousands of defendands with him getting a cut. Eventually though even this seemed wasteful. If each of the three dozen people got a few hundred thousand from some horrible accident, then why can't he just sneak around and eat a few of those people, forge there names, and collect. It has worked amazingly well. He "represents" clients who are to hurt to show up in court and has himself become a master forger. Those hurt people do tend to have been hurt by his own digestive system of course. Public records let him get the names, and he recruits the rest, soon after he ends up stopping by there home to pick up the check the digested meal can no longer use. Even when big money cases aren't easy to find there are plenty of class actions where a thousand or two are given out, even if not lucky enough to represent he can visit those people and liberate them of both money and the meaty body. He has become immensely fat from this.. even as a taur.

Personality: Aimiable, friendly, hungry. He is more than happy to buy things and people to do what he wants, filthy rich now, though there are almost a dozen accounts he stores money in. Those who are not clients are certainly capable of becoming friends, as long as they know the meaning of "confidentiality"

Garb: He wears a suit but it doesn't fit, it is mostly around his humanoid back and chest, the huge bellies have long since burst any belt of clothing. Being to fat to fit into clothing isn't something he can be disbarred for though.