| Full Name |
Chris Coates |
| Race |
Were-stoat |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
About the same size as a were-stoat |
| Special Abilities |
Joyous Squirling Hypnotism, Greater |
| Alignment |
Lawful. With a hint of good. |
| Deity |
FSM |
| Location |
Leeds, UK |
| Languages |
Queen's English |
| Strength |
8 |
| Dexterity |
9 |
| Constitution |
9 |
| Intelligence |
16 |
| Wisdom |
14 |
| Charisma |
14 |
About SquirlyStoat
Raised by semi-rabid stoats, Squirly Stoat was unleashed on the human world, already suspiciously old, albeit in a youngish body. Although the passing years have perhaps added to the sylph-like, lithe, stoaty frame the tendency towards inquisitiveness and trying to hypnotise adders like Uncle Rikki Tikki Tavii has remained.
Squirly Stoat's many years in Scouting have left him with a pile of neat outdoor toys and a suprising ability to make himself comfortable in uncomfortable surroundings, and to drink practically anything that's earnestly described as, "Tea. Or maybe coffee." He can also make a ballista out of rope, old tree trunks and a car inner tube, and very stlish sou'westers from bin bags.
A brief stint in backstage Am-Dram provided fascinating insights into scaffolding, tear-off gentlemen's g-strings and the tendency of actors to make off with any money they see, even if it is ink-jet printed dollar bills. Squirly Stoat is currently resting from the stage.
