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    "name": "Laith \"Whiskers\" Reed",
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    "story_excerpt": "ok so whiskers is a white tiger tabaxi blood hunter with a lycan curse that turns him into a weretiger instead of a werewolf because our DM thought it would be funnier if the cat man turned into a bigger cat. he was right.\n\nhe grew up in a cultist recruitment camp which sounds awful and was awful bu",
    "story": "ok so whiskers is a white tiger tabaxi blood hunter with a lycan curse that turns him into a weretiger instead of a werewolf because our DM thought it would be funnier if the cat man turned into a bigger cat. he was right.\n\nhe grew up in a cultist recruitment camp which sounds awful and was awful but he doesn't really dwell on it. his best friend from the camp escaped years before him and became a blacksmith who's actually in our current party now which is probably my favorite thing about this campaign. they found each other again. the blood hunters rescued whiskers eventually and he joined up because fighting dark gods sounded better than whatever else he was going to do with his life.\n\nhis mentor just died. like recently in game. our DM did that to us. whiskers carries the mentor's greataxe now, this massive enchanted thing that glows faintly at the blade. he keeps it wrapped in cloth when he's traveling because he doesn't want it getting damaged. or maybe because looking at it still hurts. probably both.\n\nthe thing about whiskers is he should be miserable. cultist camp survivor, cursed with lycanthropy, mentor dead, world falling apart under warring dark gods. but he's not. he walks into every town and the first thing he does is find the best cookie. not a metaphor. actual cookies. he has a bag of holding and a significant portion of it is dedicated to cookie storage. he shares them with the party. he shares them with NPCs. our bard was having a rough session once and whiskers just quietly put a cookie next to his character sheet and said nothing.\n\nhe's fluffy. like aggressively fluffy. maine coon mixed with tiger means he's got all this lush white fur with black stripes and little hints of crimson where the lycan curse bleeds through. his eyes are ice blue with a red glow when the curse is close to the surface. pointy ears. enormous tail. he's 5'7 and built under the cloak but you wouldn't know it unless you saw him swing the axe.\n\nhe's called whiskers because look at him. that's it. that's the whole reason ;3"
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