...Weighing 450lbs, sporting black leather brawling accoutrements and just itching to pummel someone into the nearest concussion ward – the one, the only, Mad Moe McCaw!
(And yes, the constituent parts of the turnbuckle behind him are quite obviously coloured black. But as far as Moe’s concerned, whatever corner he happens to be standing in automatically becomes
the red corner, on account of his vibrant and voluminous plumage. Anybody want to argue with him?)
This feathered face-puncher was inspired in equal measure by the groovesome grappling characters of HoundGrey
(in particular Nicolai
, the big Russian raven) and a piccy I spotted a while ago by Featherbeard
, depicting a jolly scarlet macaw in a Hawaiian shirt
. Examining the pleasing pencil-shaded piece, it occurred to me that the lower, darker part of the beak resembled an unshaven chin; this, combined with his burly proportions, lent the character a robust, jovial gruffness that I found genuinely surprising. Struck by the revelation that a parrot could be characterised as something other than a tiny, cutesy wisecracking idiot, I determined to see if I could take things further and design a parrot who was a huge, boisterous badass – and a spot of pencil-and-pen scribbling and Photoshop colouring later, Moe emerged from the shadows and hit me over the head with a folding metal chair.
Personality-wise, Mr McCaw can be summed up as a maniacal loud-mouthed bruiser who’ll gleefully take the first opportunity to hurl himself into a bull-blooded no-holds-barred brawl, and whose furious ranting promos have been known to leave commentators suffering from acoustic trauma. He’s certainly not what you’d call a “face”, but he’s not exactly a “heel” either; Moe doesn’t care who he fights, just so long as he gets to fight someone
. D&D players would probably describe him as “Chaotic Neutral”, and then run away very quickly before he twisted their spines into bony pretzels.
Outside the ring Moe is less mad, though only marginally; he’s the leader of a biker gang made up of other avians who got thoroughly sick of being stereotyped as cute ickle birdies (among them a robin, a budgie, a cockatiel, a flamingo and a blue tit with severe anger management issues) and decided to change their image with the aid of tattoos, beer-guzzling and staggeringly cacophonous engine noise, plus regular participation in cataclysmic bar fights. They’d get on well with Ogrokh and Mozgrog
Rumours have circulated that Moe's real name is Maurice Featherington-Thomas McCaw, and that he took to the road and the wrestling ring to escape a life of tedious lordship on a country estate somewhere. It should be pointed out, however, that those rumours have circulated really very quietly indeed, and that any attempt to prove their veracity could be hazardous to your health. Just something to bear in mind.