Curse of the little bastard [WEASEL]

disclaimerThis character may contain mature content! I try to refrain from very obviously 18+ material, but they have a foul mouth, very little filter, and can be prone to mature themes like:

• Sexuality
• Substance use (alcohol, drugs)
• Gambling
• Violence (potentionally gore, grain of salt cus Im bad at describing it anyway)
• .. A cult??

Things this bio will never contain!

• Rape
• Child abuse

That said, Weasel is a character and that means he has his own personality, and while I play him that doesn't mean I agree with everything he does, says or thinks. Hit us up if you're unsure about his actions in forest, I'm sure we can either clarify our perspective our apologise if we accidentally upset you.

Email:
Discord: MisMantis#4207

Credit for the design to Mykalablue !!
Art by Apel, Mykalablue, Luana, Garsheen, musicpaintpaw123, mistertrixter, blacknemera,Elaz and me. There's 10 art pieces here, refresh the page if you want to see em.

About

Alias: Weasel

Forest name: Dancing dude

Gender/sex: Both male and female of sex, any pronouns

Age: Around 110 (young adult for a troll)

Species: Troll

Alignment: Chaotic Good Orientation: Polyamorous

Size #16, fits under Gair :')

In-forest set: Skull mask, gazelle antlers, Noh pelt, mini

Reference: Click here

Scent: Beer, smoke, gymsocks and blood.

Pinterest - Toyhouse

One braincell, very little else. Cocky, rash, thoughtless, vile. Weasel never learned what it means to have a filter, and whatever comes up in his mostly empty braincase is expressed. Hits on anyone, provokes anyone, has no fear and doesn't know the word. He's lucky he's unkillable, or he'd be dead multiple times already.

Well, at least he's fun if you're into that. Born troublemaker and provoker, lots of gremlin energy. Dislikes water.

Weasel loves gambling, drinking, sex, getting into trouble, and he's good at the last one. Gambling too actually, we'll give him that.

Outside
Pint-sized, anklebiter. Some kind of half-skull for a face, gold teeth. The marking on his head is permanent.

Weasel looks like he hasn't showered in a week, with greasy hair and mats in the fur on his neck. He is generally a bit unkempt. His fur is mainly brown with black areas, which mostly looks dark grey due to the collecting of dust and sand, but what sticks out are the gold teeth and the collar.

The collar contains multiple keys, used for travelling to other dimensions. There's also a ring so you can chain him to a tree or something, just, letting you know that.

Weasel is scruffy and small, and easily lifted (and thrown?? yeet the weasel) by bigger characters. You might think, not much of a fighter then, and you'd be right! Weasel's fighting spirit is sheer perserverance. Like a feral cat. Sure! You can likely beat them, but there's something about this very bitey, clawed little monster that's hmm, not great. His bites are prone to infection merely by how filthy he is, claws, similar story. Weasel knows no fear and will throw himself at anything and anyone.

Weasel Origins
Weasel was born a troll in Athu/Emnes, a scrawny thing more on the streets than anywhere else. Always found with a small group of kids his age, never alone, stupidly loyal to one another but with a big 'fuck you' to anything law related.
Being poor on the streets Sucked, and they'd made up a goal to Get Rich and live their best life. They became a smallish mercenary group calling themselves Lil'Peppos, every member using an animal name instead of ther actual name.

They weren't very impressive all-in-all. The underground scene knows many mercenary groups, and competition is harsh. Very harsh.

Weasel though. Weasel didn't care much. He just wanted to be with his friends, and if this is what his friends did he'd follow blindly.
Eventually their leader landed a gig that would "solve all their problems" and "they'd never have to work again". Which sounds good!! Sure!! All they had to do was steal this one item, and bring it to the person requesting to have it. Which was something they'd done plenty! So why not. They could do that. A little vial with some crusty old blood in it shouldn't be that hard to get their hands on.

Things went awry of course, a vial of God's blood in the hands of a group like the Lil'Peppos was never going to go right. One by one their members were picked off by a djarva group set on having this vial, and eventually, cornered in a warehouse, Fox handed the vial to Weasel. To not hand it over to these djarva members, whatever he'd do.

And if Weasel is anything, he's loyal! So even when Fox dropped dead to the ground, the murderers surrounding him, he wasn't going to give them the vial. He ate it.

Weasel was quickly cut open by one of the trolls then, and he doesn't remember much of what happend after. He remembers waking up again, somewhere freezing cold and pitch black, surrounded by water. No way out, drowning over and over, before waking up in the underground tunnel system of Roang. Somehow he managed to get out. It's vague to him. But the flashes of images of things floating in the waters rushing through that tunnel system.. He'd rather not think about that.

Weasel isn't sure what happend to him. He isn't quite aware that he didn't just survive, but that he's able to come back to life. There's limits to that he isn't aware of, but as long as his body is in one piece he can recover. His eyes aren't quite like a normal troll's, and the blue parts of his skin aren't quite right either. He doesn't look into a mirror, so he wouldn't know.

All alone he was easy pickings for someone preying on the weak, and before he knew it, Weasel was enrolled in a very different group.

And then poor Gair got stuck with him THE END