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Tobin #9610

WiIdpaws #4

Level

EXP (Tracker) ⇨

Incomplete

Passage

War

Neutral

Peace

Neutral

Knowledge

Neutral

Power

Neutral

Achievements

No Achievements

Titles

No Titles

Character Details

Name: Tobin

Nickname(s): N/A

Health Status: Healthy

Gender: Male

Age: Young Adult

Height: 85cm

Weight: 680lbs

Build: Dwarf

Coat: Standard

Genotype: ss/Cr/br/bk/Lu/Sp/Sd/Ps/Pt

Phenotype: Dilute Cream with Splash, Shadow, Pinstripes, Points

Horns: None

Physical Mutations: None

Mutations: None

Slots: This character cannot breed yet.

Design Credits

WiIdpaws

Personality Traits

Energetic

Cheerful

Dopey

Mischievous

Stupidly Lucky

Extroverted

Personality

Tobin is the complete opposite of his father. Where his sire is stoic and steady, Tobin is a storm of chaos and very questionable decisions. He meets every sunrise with too much curiosity and zero sense of danger. He always finds trouble, yet somehow, ends up stumbling out of every situation better off than he was before. Usually he leaves other fels wondering 'How in Loki's name did that work?'.

The world is one big adventure and every stranger could be his next friend. His heart is always - usually - in the right place and luck seems determined to keep his little goofy soul alive.

History

Traumatic backstory? No. Making others have a traumatic backstory? Maybe.

Did he create a villain when he pestered Fenrir so much, the huge fel nearly lost his cool? Did he make the local trader want revenge because he plopped 4 berries, 1 leaf, and 2 really shiny rocks on the counter and asked what this would buy him? Or the fish monger that finally traded him a fish for a stick?

His backstory is just a lot of sighs from Vorstag and even more nonsense.

^{"You're three times my size!"}^"Mmmhm..."^{"That means I have three times the chance to hit you."}^{"...That is not how that works."}^{"Yeah huh."}

^{- The usual conversation between Tobin and Vorstag}

Relationships

Vorstag #484

His Father

One might think Vorstag is disappointed in his son, but in reality, he loves him dearly. Even if he wonders how in Ulfrheim he sired a fel like him.

Tack