BIO: T-DIDDY

code name: T-diddy. a.k.a terry-boy, terry-bean, the drama queen, terreh (said as if the speaker was an old man of 55 who has smoked far too many lucky strike unfilters since he was 11)

age: 5 (human years), 35 (dog years), a vivacious 25 (personality years)

weight: 45 lb.s

height: 3'10" (standing), 2'4" (sitting)

location of origin: picked up by agent lain at the teterboro animal shelter, his location of origin is unknown. the only classified information that the agents could get their hands on was that his background consists of german shepard, beagle and pitbull, which leads the agents to one simple conclusion: he is a mutt. however, after extensive tests and experiments, the agents have made him into more than meets the eye.

purpose: to entertain the agents. to defeat the enemy. to create more excrement than this world can handle. to figure out the magic behind the doorhandle (a mission the agents put him on to take up his time).

occupation by day: house pet, bartender.

weaknesses: getting his nails clipped, taking medication, not getting enough attention, soul-searching, sour foods that contain citric acid, his nemesis: daisy the bulldog, lack of human food, pet motels, smoke from cuban cigars, the ghost of christmas past.

loves: agent lain's mother, bones, sleep, human food, meat, bow-ties, vogue-ing, running for no reason, pretending to be human, living the life of a secret agent (even though everyone knows damn well he doesn't do anything to help the missions), bumblebees, stuffed animals, battles, the ghost of christmas future.

superpower: having the ability to summon christopher walken-saur and scott baio-chu from his poke-ball collection on demand.

weapon of choice: his stuffed duckie (a long time partner in crime) or the skillful throwing of the ends of raw-hide bones.