He’s six feet of fur, fists, and poor decisions — and somehow still on his feet. Roo’s the kind of kangaroo who gets tossed through a door, bleeds all over the dirt, and laughs his way back up for round two.

Nobody knows where he came from, but he was raised right — by a foster family who eventually learned not to ask why he kept coming home broken and grinning. These days, he’s a wanderer, a bar brawler, a back-alley legend. His body doesn’t stay broken for long, and he’s got the scars — and the kinks — to prove it.

Always a little drunk, always a little horny, and never far from his next bad idea.