Matteo Moretti

-Name: Matteo Moretti (Matt)

-Age: 26

-Race & Gender: Satyr Male

-Appearance: Matteo's a relatively nondescript guy to all usual appearances, standing right around 6 feet and having the casually sloppy build of someone who doesn't eat enough to get fat but doesn't exercise enough to get ripped. Perpetually seeming to slouch (after all, his legs make it difficult to stand up 'straight'), he's got a lightly tanned skin (no tan lines- *anywhere*), and a goatee, hair, and eyes the same warm shade of chocolate brown. His hair's a slightly strange looking white-boy-'fro, just to hide the curving horns that press against the sides of his skull. Though he usually wears very concealing clothing, the baggier the better, there are glimpses of runic tattoos just poking out from sleeves and neckline every so often. He's usually wearing a smirk, too, or a smile of some sort. Those he's more comfortable with get to see what's under his usual sweatpants; from the waist down his legs (double jointed in a way that looks instinctively uncomfortable to most) are thin and covered with thick brown fur ending in a pair of black hooves. ( Rough picture idea

-Personality: A playful joker. He seems to perpetually have the facial expression of someone who's in on a joke you're not, though he's rarely unkind- indeed, he tends to semi-consciously charm and flirt with whoever he's talking to as a matter of habit. Typically he'll pull back if things are getting too serious, though... typically.

-History: The kid of Italian immigrants, he's always had his head in the music industry- runs in the family, after all. After a fairly undistinguished academic career, he became one of the hundreds to thousands of somewhat professional musicians who eke out just enough of a living to not give up on the whole thing, aided by his inborn talents but held back by his need for secrecy and his not-quite-rock-star looks. He's at the convention nominally as 'musical talent' playing his guitar every so often on the concourse, but he's been around these types of things enough to know that he might get a groupie to enjoy as well as the planned feast.

-Preferences: Well, being a satyr, there's definitely the prospect of having some fun before food. I typically go in for soft oral vore with long, prolonged digestion, but I can be talked into trying something new like CV out as well!

-Big No's: Hmm. Underage anything, messy/smelly scat, scentplay.