Name: Clyde<br/>Species: Human (M)<br/>Age: 25<br/>Height: 7ft<br/><br/>Clyde, still groggy from sleep, shambles from beneath the curtain-like branches of a Weeping Willow where he has made his 'camp'. From his dusty black leather attire (minus a jacket in place of a vest), one could guess him to be a motorcyclist; and be correct for one sits beneath the willow tree.<br/><br/>"Can't a guy get some-" He begins to complain before tired eyes see the gigantic Panda; it's seemingly booming voice being what woke him. Speechless Clyde stands still, not entirely sure what to do in such a situation...