As you look, your fursona is a male. You are well built, a healthy six foot, your fursona is also a male standing a couple inches taller than you. You background happens to be that of a cook. You own your own restaurant, quite popular to. Jack Thompson is your name but your fursona is Carter Fluffball, the Fluffball part was your sister's idea who happened to came with, but we'll get to her later. Now let's cover your fursona's species. Among the furries there are countless ones out there. Are you a dragon? Friendly, fire breathing, protective of what you treasure? Are you a wolf, an alpha in your pack? Perhaps you are sly as a fox or cunning as a feline? Perhaps you have eyes like a hawk or are sneaky like a snake? Maybe you are a hybrid or an insect? Mayhaps something out of this world or from the sea, from the past or future, your fursona is what you want. You throw your fursuit on and head out, as you do people see you. But unknown to you and everyone around you, your zipper has vanished, along with all the seems. Your suits have begun to merge with your body. But for now let's have fun. What do people see?