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Description

created — 7/22/2022 !

Name: Varmint
Nickname(s): Var, Pup
Meaning: A troublesome wild animal

Age: Puppy

Starting Age: 2 Months

Current Age: 7 Months

Birth Month: 622/05

Sex: Male

Height: 38" [adult details listed]

Weight: Average [adult details listed]
Build: Varmint as a pup is nothing short of disproportionate, his head appears to be a little too big, his paws are a little too big, his limbs appear too long and he simply looks too... skinny. It's clear he wasn't well-fed during the time he nursed on top of the typical oversized features many pups will have.
Scars: -

Phenotype: Masked Seal
Genotype: AyAy BB Dd EmEm Gg II Kbky SS tt
Carries: Blue, Greying

Pack: Taiga

Rank: Omega (or Kappa?)

Task: None

Past Affiliations: None

Family: Unknown (Father, NPC) | Unknown (Mother, NPC, Deceased)

Guardian: Cyprus

Personality

Varmint is a nervous individual. He's unwilling to try new things and is easily startled, seeming to be on-alert at all times despite even his best efforts to behave otherwise. This makes him extremely observant, like that of the birds who circle a wolf's hunt, and paired with his curious nature, he is a quiet sponge of knowledge about the world and wolves around him—however, this often makes him a rather anti-social personality, often favoring the company of those he already knows or the comfortable solitude on the sidelines. It is clear, though, he has the slightest desire to join others... but something close to a bone-deep anxiety seems to prevent him from venturing far from his comfort zone.

As an extension of his seemingly frayed nerves, Varmint is a reactive wolf that can be seen as aggressive under the wrong circumstances, quick to bare his teeth or roll a growl when he feels cornered or under pressure, for all his smarts, he can't manage to get out of the mindset of that of a prey animal... this tends to make him a rather impulsive individual; for good or for bad—he's fast-thinking on his feet but easy to reveal cowardice, so on, so on...

For all his apparent faults, Varmint is nonetheless a caring wolf who will often branch past his own realm of solace in order to bring comfort to another, this makes him a rather soft personality, too, as he strives to show kindness; one could even say his strength is this, extending his help and his company. You're unlikely to meet another listener as good as him.

Backstory

Varmint was the only survivor of his litter: brought into the world alongside three quiet, motionless siblings, lost in the strenuous efforts of birth.

While luck was on his side as breaths filled his chest, his disadvantages were soon to be made clear as his mother began to grow ill in the days following his birth, managing to eat only enough to sustain herself and keep him decently fed, though never full. It wasn't for lack of trying, she'd given birth under the watchful eyes of her mate, Varmint's father, and they each belonged to a small pack living comfortably in some sense of solitude, she was given the best of the pack's kills, the most attention her packmates could deliver... but it was for her misfortune that the pack had begun to dissolve during her pregnancy with packmates leaving slowly throughout until, by the time Varmint was but a month old, she, her mate, and the leader were the only withstanding members of this pack.

And Varmint's mother was still ailing.

While he began to grow into the prospect of a wolf, his parents were quietly plotting their leave from their territory but it would not be for the prospect of finding a better life for themselves as a family... but for Varmint. Isolated as they may have been, they knew of a pack nearby, knew of the security that offered their child, that certainty neither could when it was becoming ever clear that soon enough he'd only have one. And so it began... Varmint would be woken one day for the start of their short-lived journey, already beginning to rely on a supply of meat and his mother's milk less and less. Despite her state, she accompanied her mate and pup, each leaving behind the home they'd known.

Varmint never learned the names of his parents, they never told him to call them by dad or mom and he would only come to know his name wasn't pup until he found himself smelling the strange scents of wolves and forgetting what the taste of milk was like. Already weaned.

At the edge of Taiga territory, his parents left him.

"Your name is Varmint," he'd been told. "And you'll wait here."

And he did. He sat patiently in wait for them to return for him... until, that is, a stranger was the one to find him just as the sun was setting. He echoed what he knew. All he knew.

"My name's Varmint," he told her. "I'm waiting here."

He was smaller than average, lighter, the wolf he'd come to know as Cyprus simply picked him up and carried him on. He'd be too uncertain to argue.

Now, in unfamiliar lands around unfamiliar wolves, Varmint wonders if this was what he'd been waiting on.

Trivia

> Varmint is unused to his name, making him likely to answer to "Pup" more than anything.
> He loves food and is frequently possessive over it, often gorging himself if able, and burying what he can in spaces he thinks only he can fit into.
> He's kind of like a duck, he'll imprint on anyone who is kind to him.

Description

created — 7/22/2022 !

Name: Varmint
Nickname(s): Var, Pup
Meaning: A troublesome wild animal

Age: Puppy

Starting Age: 2 Months

Current Age: 7 Months

Birth Month: 622/05

Sex: Male

Height: 38" [adult details listed]

Weight: Average [adult details listed]
Build: Varmint as a pup is nothing short of disproportionate, his head appears to be a little too big, his paws are a little too big, his limbs appear too long and he simply looks too... skinny. It's clear he wasn't well-fed during the time he nursed on top of the typical oversized features many pups will have.
Scars: -

Phenotype: Masked Seal
Genotype: AyAy BB Dd EmEm Gg II Kbky SS tt
Carries: Blue, Greying

Pack: Taiga

Rank: Omega (or Kappa?)

Task: None

Past Affiliations: None

Family: Unknown (Father, NPC) | Unknown (Mother, NPC, Deceased)

Guardian: Cyprus

Personality

Varmint is a nervous individual. He's unwilling to try new things and is easily startled, seeming to be on-alert at all times despite even his best efforts to behave otherwise. This makes him extremely observant, like that of the birds who circle a wolf's hunt, and paired with his curious nature, he is a quiet sponge of knowledge about the world and wolves around him—however, this often makes him a rather anti-social personality, often favoring the company of those he already knows or the comfortable solitude on the sidelines. It is clear, though, he has the slightest desire to join others... but something close to a bone-deep anxiety seems to prevent him from venturing far from his comfort zone.

As an extension of his seemingly frayed nerves, Varmint is a reactive wolf that can be seen as aggressive under the wrong circumstances, quick to bare his teeth or roll a growl when he feels cornered or under pressure, for all his smarts, he can't manage to get out of the mindset of that of a prey animal... this tends to make him a rather impulsive individual; for good or for bad—he's fast-thinking on his feet but easy to reveal cowardice, so on, so on...

For all his apparent faults, Varmint is nonetheless a caring wolf who will often branch past his own realm of solace in order to bring comfort to another, this makes him a rather soft personality, too, as he strives to show kindness; one could even say his strength is this, extending his help and his company. You're unlikely to meet another listener as good as him.

Backstory

Varmint was the only survivor of his litter: brought into the world alongside three quiet, motionless siblings, lost in the strenuous efforts of birth.

While luck was on his side as breaths filled his chest, his disadvantages were soon to be made clear as his mother began to grow ill in the days following his birth, managing to eat only enough to sustain herself and keep him decently fed, though never full. It wasn't for lack of trying, she'd given birth under the watchful eyes of her mate, Varmint's father, and they each belonged to a small pack living comfortably in some sense of solitude, she was given the best of the pack's kills, the most attention her packmates could deliver... but it was for her misfortune that the pack had begun to dissolve during her pregnancy with packmates leaving slowly throughout until, by the time Varmint was but a month old, she, her mate, and the leader were the only withstanding members of this pack.

And Varmint's mother was still ailing.

While he began to grow into the prospect of a wolf, his parents were quietly plotting their leave from their territory but it would not be for the prospect of finding a better life for themselves as a family... but for Varmint. Isolated as they may have been, they knew of a pack nearby, knew of the security that offered their child, that certainty neither could when it was becoming ever clear that soon enough he'd only have one. And so it began... Varmint would be woken one day for the start of their short-lived journey, already beginning to rely on a supply of meat and his mother's milk less and less. Despite her state, she accompanied her mate and pup, each leaving behind the home they'd known.

Varmint never learned the names of his parents, they never told him to call them by dad or mom and he would only come to know his name wasn't pup until he found himself smelling the strange scents of wolves and forgetting what the taste of milk was like. Already weaned.

At the edge of Taiga territory, his parents left him.

"Your name is Varmint," he'd been told. "And you'll wait here."

And he did. He sat patiently in wait for them to return for him... until, that is, a stranger was the one to find him just as the sun was setting. He echoed what he knew. All he knew.

"My name's Varmint," he told her. "I'm waiting here."

He was smaller than average, lighter, the wolf he'd come to know as Cyprus simply picked him up and carried him on. He'd be too uncertain to argue.

Now, in unfamiliar lands around unfamiliar wolves, Varmint wonders if this was what he'd been waiting on.

Trivia

> Varmint is unused to his name, making him likely to answer to "Pup" more than anything.
> He loves food and is frequently possessive over it, often gorging himself if able, and burying what he can in spaces he thinks only he can fit into.
> He's kind of like a duck, he'll imprint on anyone who is kind to him.