Dustin, the „Were-puppy“. Once a big, strong man, able to turn into an 8-foot tall menacing monstrosity. Now caught in the body of a little boy, able to turn into a 5-foot tall bundle of adorable fluff. And don’t get me started about the puppy eyes. Full name: Dustin, son of Marcus Dustin lived once in the northern midlands, somewhere south of Komley. His lycanthropy, which he inherited from his father, granted him with the ability to turn into a shape similar to some of the wolf-morphs on Metamor Keep (with a “slight” advantage in height and bulk). His particular version of the curse let him a great degree of control over the change. He could change at will (or accidental under great stress) and retained his human mind. Besides from what the stories are telling, he is not able to infect someone else with lycanthropy, but the chances are high that his children will share the curse. He was able to keep his condition a secret over the course of many years. The only person whom he revealed it was his best friend and later wife, Tamara, which gave him birth to a son and a daughter. Around the turn of the year to 706 the secret was no longer one. A heated argument with a neighbour pushed Dustin over the edge and he changed right in the middle of the village’s tavern. Just in the same night he left the place with his family and a few things he could bundle together and throw it onto the wagon. His flight led northward; to the only place he knew they wouldn’t dare chase him, Metamor Keep. The strenuous voyage and the cold of the winter were too much for Tamara, who became very sick. She was barely alive the time their arrived at the Keep. Dustin never left her side the next three weeks in which she fought for her life, not caring what the curse would make out of him. His original intention was to settle down in the valley, near enough to the Keep to be safe from his former friends, but not enough to get afflicted by the curses. Well, the best laid plans… Finally Tamara got better, and for the first time since their childhood both lovers were able to look at the other on eye level. The curse had both of them age-regressed. Settling down and adaptation were hard, especially for Dustin, who were a hard working farmer in his time as an adult and now not capable to do most of the chores, he’s been used to. He still kept his lycanthropy a secret. After a couple of odd jobs he met Demeter E. Skylark in a tavern and somehow those very different human beings became friends. On their way home a discussion unfolded between them. Skylark, who was currently busy forming her own patrol-squad, had been looking for a scout, someone who knew the woods. Dustin, drunk like her, boasted with his skills in stealth and hunting and Skylark mockingly called him a poacher. The following argument got out of hand until Dustin again unintentionally changed. Imagine a wolf pup of five feet gnarling up to a six-and-a-half feet tall valkyrie-like woman. Quote Dustin: “I was used to them running away from me in terror, not squealing in delight and cuddle me.” Since that day Dustin is part of Skylarks squad. He could convince her to keep his “non-MK-curse” mostly a secret. But they told it George and shortly after a few other people knew it, too. Like with so many AR cursed, it’s easy to underestimate Dustin. Even in his were-form his build is very similar to his human one: small and skinny, only with fur. But in his old were-form he was able to uproot a tree and in his now shrunken state he is still much stronger than a human of his size, plus his claws and teeth, although small, are very sharp. In 707 Dustin, despite his exterior, reaches the age of 35 and his eldest, who is a werewolf as well, now looks almost as old as his dad. In fact, from time to time they’re posing as brothers. Currently in the know about Dustin’s secret, besides his family, are: Duke Thomas, Thalberg, Malisa, George, Andwyn, Misha, Skylark and Mark Dreamer. PS: Mark: “Is every fox on the Keep a foxy for you?” Dustin (grins): “Only when it irritates them.” Dustin about Misha: “He’s repairing these itty-bitty clockwork-things, so I call him Mr. Fix.” Mark (chuckling): “Fix the foxy… of course you do.” !DSPAM:4c2bb164216031804284693!
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