Marlene Wolfedore

It was a quiet evening in a bar, soft music was playing, and suddenly you saw a large man, broad chest and shoulders, generally in good shape, with long light yellow hair, but the tips were black, large horns and a tail also black, he was wearing a shirt, a black tie, trousers and expensive shoes, he did not look his best, an overgrown beard that was prickly like a hedgehog, tear-stained black eyes