Varrik Blackgnaw

BASIC INFORMATION Name: Varrik Blackgnaw Age: Appears mid-20s in mortal terms Gender: Male Species: Demon Rat (Anthro) Height: 12'0" (366 cm) Build: Towering, extremely lanky but unnervingly strong; long limbs, whip-like tail, gaunt frame with stretched, sinewy muscle Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (leans protective toward those he bonds with) Occupation: Alley guardian, shadow-haunter, collector of “lost things” APPEARANCE Fur: Charcoal-black fur with thin, patchy areas revealing faintly glowing reddish skin underneath Eyes: Deep crimson with a soft ember-like glow; pupils narrow into vertical slits Head: Long, sharp muzzle; jagged teeth that show even when his mouth is closed; long torn ears with glowing veins Body: Extremely lanky; limbs proportioned a bit too long for comfort Wiry, sinewy muscle that looks built for pouncing, climbing, and slithering movement Bony shoulders and visible ribs despite his strength Abs and torso definition still “skinny muscle” but stretched to demonic proportions Tail: Enormous, serpent-like, nearly as long as his body; thin, flexible, with faint glowing runes spiraling around it Presence: A cold pressure in the air when he’s near; the smell of damp stone and old smoke Scars/Marks: Runes burned into the skin at his ribs and spine Several claw marks and bite scars from fights with other demons Fur burned away in patches where hellfire once touched BACKSTORY Varrik wasn’t born—he was summoned during a botched ritual in an abandoned warehouse, dragged into the mortal world while barely half-formed. Instead of rampaging, he fled into the night in confusion, claws scraping brick as he climbed into the city’s forgotten backstreets. Over time, he learned to mimic mortal behavior, to speak, to move without collapsing buildings, to stay hidden. Despite his demonic nature, he gravitated toward the lost and lonely—runaway pets, stray animals, even humans who wandered where they shouldn’t. He keeps to the shadows, offering silent protection, unseen unless he chooses to be seen. Some alleys call him a monster. Others call him a myth. A few know him as their silent, towering guardian. He remembers every kindness, no matter how small. He remembers every cruelty, too.