I've never been very good at expressing who I am.

People call me Al or Alex, I'm turning twenty and looking for a really nice guy who doesn't mind having a big and tall sweetheart.

I'm a bit of a homebody, I wear suits or dress shirts and sweatervests just about every day, I major in psych, love cooking (not so much as cleaning), and I'm a cuddler.

It's very difficult to describe exactly what I am.

In essence, I'm a hybrid on top of a hybrid. My father was a particularly large Savannah cat, his mother a housecat and his father a Serval. My mother is the Jersey Devil, and no, she's not a myth. She's just really. REALLY. aptly named.

I'v got a tan coat (what happens when you mix the brown black and yellow tones my parents have) with black spots and a white underbelly (good luck sneaking a peak at it though), I hide a pair of vestigial black webbed wings under my clothes, they're not good for anything, but if I were to mate with a bat or other winged mammal, our offspring would be more likely capable of flight. I have tiny pointy horns at the juncture of my maneline, at the deepest parts that denote my widow's peak, just inside of the crown formed by my ears.

I wear my hair in a messy almost haphazard pomp, and wear rectangular plastic frames on my glasses (thick ones, I have really bad vision). I have small, vestigal wings on my back, but they're really sensitive, so I hide them under my clothes (besides the fact that they make me look weird).

I'm pudgy, and cuddly, and despite the fact that I'm a bigger guy, I'd never make alpha. I'm too much of a maternal figure.

I'm an artist, but I've recently found out that that might not be the case forever. I have arthritis in my hands, not bad now, but it may become a problem in the future. I write, but only if the mood strikes me.

I don't commission art, but I gift writing if I like you.

Really, I'm here to make friends and maybe find somebody who likes me.