Thulian worked as a debt-collector, pounding on doors and frightening people into paying back his boss. It was an odd job for a sensitive soul but he played his part with the awareness that he was an eternal outcast. Every insult and threat he received was never as harsh as the words he spoke to himself.

This evening, he stood outside the target's door, psyching himself up and tousling his shaggy hair. After a few moments of pacing, he started banging on the door until it opened. His pink eyes narrowed as he glanced behind the person, before focusing his attention on the new face.

"Hey, uh. You gotta pay your debt, dude," he said casually, using dude as a gender-neutral term. He crossed his arms, looking as intimidating as he could. He raised his tail, knowing what people were truly afraid of, even if he'd rather not resort to any form of attacks. It'd be cool if he could go home soon, but that was probably expecting too much.