He covers his broad chest a dark green tank-top with a 'Desprate Measures' band logo on it... and to keep himself decently hidden, a pair of knee-length, dark green shorts that have a hole cut out in the back for his fluffy, cream-tipped tail. Around his waist is a leather belt that holds up two leather pouches. One is for him to keep his valued items in, the other to keep his snacks in. In the 'valued items' pouch is a small ammount of money... for he doesn't work... just goes by what he gathers. In his other pouch is a multitude of snacks, from fresh fish to fresh, juicy steak. Mostly meat resides in the pouch, but there are the occasional fruits and vegetables in there too.
His black-furred legs, like his arms, are muscular, and ripple with each slow step he takes. Even standing there, these muscles ripple to hold his two-hundered and fifty pound stature up. He stands on a pair of bare, digitrade feet that are tipped with white-furred toes, along with black claws there.
He perks his ears as he gets the feeling someone's looking at him, he turns to you, and, with a smile, speaks up, "Hello there." and sends a light-hearted tailwave your way.
