Description
Name: Gristle
Nicknames: Gris
Age: 2 yo
Gender: DFAB
Pronouns: She/her
Orientation: Unexplored
Species: Dog
Breed: Mutt - small breed mix, chihuahua, Pomeranian, mini Aussie shepherd.
Height: 14''
Weight: 20lbs
Build Description: Gristle is short, stocky overall fluffy creature. Looking like a dandelion puff, her thick, fluffy coat is generally matted down with tepid water and mud, particularly around her ankles. Only rarely is she clean.
Scent: sewer water and mud.
Mutation: NA
Pack: Kensington
Task: Taskless
Rank: Level 0 - Kensington term
Family:
--- Parents: Ripper (father), Lady Twinkletoes (mother)
--- Siblings: None
--- Extended Family: none currently known
--- Mate: NA
--- Offspring: NA
Personality
Intrepid - Courageous - Stubborn - Rageful - Dispassionate - Short (pun intended)
Gristle is the definition of a big dog in a small dog’s body. She thinks that she is fundamentally more capable of combat and retaliation against her enemies than she actually is - when in reality she is an excellent snack waiting to happen. The only thing that has kept her alive thus far is her stubborn nature and her apparent, cockroach-like inability to be killed (thus far). Perhaps it is her personality, perhaps luck, perhaps sheer obstinance that has kept her from becoming a snack, but she is not about to start questioning it now.
Gristle is a courageous creature at heart. She lives to prove her worth to those larger and more capable of defending the territory than she. The little dog would run the risk of developing a inferiority complex were she not simply so dispassionate as to what other people think of her. She is quick to judge and quicker to let you know exactly what she thinks. When angered, Gristle tends to fly into a rage, abandoning peaceful resolution in favor of violent intervention.
She does have a more curious streak, which shows itself in her willingness to explore and push boundaries - particularly those beneath the streets and homes of Kensington territory itself.
Backstory
Before her life in the sewers began, Gristle lived a fairly cushy life. On the smaller side of the Kensington inhabitants, she and her parents tended to keep to the sidelines. Her mother died during her early childhood, taken by an Aramorn wolf as a light snack. Her father, the chihuahua-Australian shepherd mix, did his best to protect her by teaching her to lie low, to hide in places where the large ones could not follow. She began to scurry into storm grates, crouching in their eves with her small father until either the storms or the battles had passed. Time passed and the two of them lived as comfortably as they might off of the refuse left behind by the other dogs of Kensington. Then, in November of ‘22, disaster struck.
The wolves of Aramorn struck their home once more, taking down the Harbor. In the chaos Gristle lost contact with her father. When the dust and the rage of battle cleared, she found him laying cold and still, curled in front of one of the storm drains. Perhaps he had thought he was protecting her in his last moments, perhaps he was simply trying to escape. She would never know.
Gristle slipped away into the sewers to hide, and to gather herself. A rage filled her, one which she had not yet known. Aramorn had taken so much from her - had taken more than its share from the other dogs of Kensington. Those damn wolves didn’t need half the territory they currently held, never mind the land they so greedily snatched from Kensington’s paws.
She resurfaced after a week or so of introspection with a fury that knew no bounds. Swearing to avenge her lost family and stand with the other dogs of Kensington, Gristle began to explore the sewers and storm drains further. Due to her small size she holds the advantage of stealth and the ability to escape large, hostile jaws. From now on, she has pledged to lend these skills to Kensington however she may.
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Trivia:
- Gristle is a great admirer of shiny things and collecting trash, quite like a magpie.
- She does not know how to hold a proper conversation, and often awkwardly interjects sudden observations that are unrelated to the topic at hand.