Michael is a large kid. not in the sense of being overweight, but more in that puberty is hitting him like an aircraft carrier a bit ahead of schedule. Dirty-blond hair that just wont stop growing, brown eyes, and the awkwardness of a kid who's body is constantly changing from one day to the next, he's learned that it's either bikes for transportation, or a constant struggle to not trip over his growing feet. A generic european mutt, his family likely comes from a mix of Germanic, Anglo-Saxon, and Mediterranean stock with hints of Native American heritage. He usually wears whatever fits among his clothing and wont cause problems for the season.


Zelda the Poodle:

Zelda is a good dog. And if anyone badmouths poodles? Zelda can put to rest the idea that a poodle is anything but a good dog to have. She's 4 years old, and has gone through several different styles of grooming, including the stereotypical cut and whatever more exotic cuts Michael wanted to try, which Zelda put up with bearing all the patience of a saint in canine form.