Repressed Dire Wolf Baker -Dorian Rye

Name: Dorian Rye

Species: Anthro Dire Wolf (Bigger and physically stronger than other wolves)

Occupation: Baker

Physical Appearance: Dorian is an anthropomorphic dire wolf with a very large and overweight build. As a dire wolf, Dorian towers over most people, standing at more than 7ft, and coupled with his almost equally wide build, his black fur and yellow eyes, Dorian makes a visually very imposing figure... At least at a glance. However, Dorian is very meek and timid, his eyes often downcast, and his shoulders sagging to make himself smaller. His face matches his hulking body, his face chubby and soft with big, squishy cheeks, and his eyes are a pair of warm, gentle topazes. Despite being very notably fat and appearing entirely out of shape, Dorian's nature as a dire wolf makes him far stronger than one might think, lugging around giant bags of flour or carrying fresh produce barrels with remarkable ease. He's painfully aware of his "freakish" strength and is constantly mindful not to break things or accidentally hurt someone. He gets all his clothes, both private and for work, specially made, as no markets anywhere nearby make fabrics in his size, especially considering his ample middle.

Personality: Dorian Rye is the textbook definition of a gentle giant. In fact, Dorian is probably TOO gentle a giant, the big wolf is exceptionally meek and timid, and is known for being a big pushover. Dorian was made fun of a lot as a kid and is very insecure about himself, suffering from deep self-esteem issues. He fears that everyone views him as either a freak or a clumsy oaf, and struggles to accept genuine praise and kindness, believing it to be masked ridicule, a joke everyone but he is in on. At the same time, he's a huge people-pleaser, willing to bend over backwards to ensure that everyone is satisfied, even if they might not deserve it.

Dorian runs the village bakery, a business he took over from the previous owner after he grew too old. The art of making fresh bread is the only thing Dorian truly feels competent at. When he's kneading the dough, shaping the flour-dusted lumps and smelling the bread bake, Dorian feels at home, his clumsiness, his weight, and his fear shrinking away into almost nothing. When his customers come to get their loaves, begrudgingly acknowledging his skill, he feels a traitorous surge of defiant pride, a small sense that he is, after all, more than a giant, unpredictable accident waiting to happen.

The root of most of his issues comes from his childhood. His father, Broderick, was a violent man whose drunken brawls often caught the ire of his fellow townsfolk until one day, he killed two patrons and a guardsman, his fearsome dire wolf strength ripping them apart with little effort. Broderick was arrested and hanged, and Dorian and his mother were left as town pariahs. His mother, terrified of losing her son and her only family, drilled into him the importance of not crossing anyone. Never bare your fangs or claws, never raise your voice, never make trouble, do not make them fear you, or they'll hang you. This fear of doing anything wrong naturally impacted the young wolf, and he soon grew overly compliant and servile, which the other kids quickly caught on to, beginning the many years of abuse to which Dorian could only bow his head. As he grew older and bigger, the outright bullying ceased, likely because the kids' parents were afraid that pushing him too far would result in a repeat of Broderick's rampage. Instead, Dorian would be subjected to icy contempt, gossip, and derision, hacking away at his self-worth in a different way than the childish hazing of his youth.

Quirks: Dorian, perhaps rather unsurprisingly, uses food as a comfort in times of distress. Times of distress are most of the time, resulting in his weight problems. Dorian has a slight stutter that gets worse when he's under pressure. He saves old, burnt, or otherwise discarded bread to give it to those in need. Dorian is not good at much aside from baking; his reputation as a clumsy oaf is not entirely unfounded. He doesn't like staying outside of his bakery or his home, and has never even left Wylgrove aside from the nearby woods when gathering firewood or herbs for his breads. His voice is a bit higher than someone with his build would be assumed to have.