Intro:
"Uh, are you sure nude photos are necessary? I just want to get a bath." The short, thin young man stood facing an unseen voyeur, presumably the operator of a video camera. "Yes! Now, paws at your sides, please," came the reply. With a slight grimace, the person being photographed let his hands fall from his privates.
Of an athletic build, he seemed much more bulky than he should be, largely due to the particularly fluffy silken coat of strangely-colored fur covering him from head to foot. For all appearances, he was an average lagomorph, albeit with the illusion of added mass his fur gave him. A majority of his coat was a deep burnt-sienna orange color overlaid with horizontal stripes of black that accentuated the sensation of him looking heavier than he actually was. Along the underside of his muzzle, down his neck, chest, abdomen, and below his waist to in between his thighs, stark white fur barely touched by the slash-marks of black completed the strange coloration of the lapine youth.
"Are we done here?"
"Yes, that will do nicely," came the voice at last. "You can go now."
"What exactly are these for anyway? Is security that bad?" Again covering himself with his paws, the tigabbit began side-stepping out of the camera's field.
"No, I lied, these are for me," the voice said again, a hint of evil glee entering the person's tone. Scowling, the youth bolted forward, knocking the camera flying, leaving the last few seconds with the fleeting view of his backside, a small bob of a striped tail flicking furiously as he chases his unknown tormentor.
Hybrid:
Jack is the son of a female Siberian tiger and a male Rex rabbit. The couple met on a hiking trip in the Sierra Nevadas and struck up a relationship. Dating for a time, they decided to take things a bit further. Nine months to the day after they married, Jack was born. That's the long and short of his strange heritage.
It's a secret to everybody:
Jack had always been on the fence concerning his sexuality, neither having been taught that liking other males was wrong, nor that it was okay. He'd always assumed it was natural to look at someone and find them pleasing to look at.
On the occasion his friends could coax him out to clubs, he'd catch himself assessing others' attractiveness, and afraid to make overtures to attract any. More and more he finds himself feeling anxious to try, and jealous over people who do.
The feeling only compounded when he found out about feminization and femboys.
Style:
Normally, Jack wears band tee-shirts, jeans, and skater-shoes. For cold weather, has wraps himself in a navy blue hoody that seems a size too big for him, his ears poking out of holes in the apropriately altered hood.