Species: Reindeer
Gender: Male Height: 9.9ft Weight: Big Fat/Huge Hunk Age: 23 Nationality: British Main Power: Size changing sweetheart |
Personality: Shy, naive, big-hearted, caring, optimistic, encouraging, loyal, cautious
Likes: Cookies, the warmth of a scarf that has just been taken off the radiator, helping others, being booped and patted on the head (or belly) Dislikes: Causing damage, rude people, snowball fights, hoopla, and hot chocolate that has been allowed to go stone-cold |
BIOGRAPHY
Duke Ceirwin is one of many macros in the world who found their calling in being kind and generous to others with their abilities. Since he was a fawn his lifelong goal had always been to join the team of deer who bring joy to millions around the world every night. He used to pretend he was asleep just so that he could listen to them landing on the roof, many hooves thundering against the snowy chimneytops. There was no fancy background, no big upbringing for him, and he found happiness in the simplest of things such as the first butterfly of the Spring or making his own toys out of yoghurt pots. This childlike sense of wonder would follow him throughout his life, even so far as to keeping his spots no matter how much he grew.
And grew he did! In his college years he finally unlocked a power that had been dormant within him, a natural magnet for gaining mass through the consumption of energy. After binge-eating before final exams, he found he became as huge as a small WHALE, and going to the gym to work it off made him the hunk of the town, much to his embarrassment as the newfound attention was a bit overwhelming for the reclusive if enormous stag. It became his ultimate party trick, picking up sofas with friends on one minute, only to guzzle down several kegs of apple juice and become a burping, sloshy beast afterwards.
There was only one downside to this. He couldn't fly like he had always wanted to. He got the wrong superpower. There were lots of macro-born furries like him, what made this buck any different? Sure moving his weight around was fun and all, but at what cost?
In spite of all this, his warm heart remained firmly in place. Clearing snow with humongous gusts of breath to let roads run in peace, taking away trees that had fallen over in the blizzards of winter, and baking cookies for everyone (which were always his favourite). Nothing could put a dampener on his mood, and he was always the best dressed house at Christmas no matter what. The hooves still stomped upon his roof every year, and every year he sweated at the thought of him landing on a rough only for his colossal weight to send him bulldozing though. And then one foggy Christmas eve....someone came to say... "Duke boy with your size so big, how'd you like a training gig?'
Nowadays Duke hangs out at the North Pole as a personal trainer for the flying squad. His broad figure can't be missed on the arctic tundra, the cushioned bulk of his gorgeously smooth fur keeping him warm in the freezing air. As coach, he helps to launch the other reindeer into the sky, and acts as a weight for them to pull to test their strength in preparation for the toy deliveries. Even acting as a substitute for the flight squad when the weather is too rough, Christmas Eve is now accompanied by the hulking earthquakes of a monolithic deer giant, who carries the sleigh through the turbulence, rewarded with cookies at the end.
Ah yes the cookies. Duke gets all of them. Thank you for leaving them out and don't forget the milk!
And grew he did! In his college years he finally unlocked a power that had been dormant within him, a natural magnet for gaining mass through the consumption of energy. After binge-eating before final exams, he found he became as huge as a small WHALE, and going to the gym to work it off made him the hunk of the town, much to his embarrassment as the newfound attention was a bit overwhelming for the reclusive if enormous stag. It became his ultimate party trick, picking up sofas with friends on one minute, only to guzzle down several kegs of apple juice and become a burping, sloshy beast afterwards.
There was only one downside to this. He couldn't fly like he had always wanted to. He got the wrong superpower. There were lots of macro-born furries like him, what made this buck any different? Sure moving his weight around was fun and all, but at what cost?
In spite of all this, his warm heart remained firmly in place. Clearing snow with humongous gusts of breath to let roads run in peace, taking away trees that had fallen over in the blizzards of winter, and baking cookies for everyone (which were always his favourite). Nothing could put a dampener on his mood, and he was always the best dressed house at Christmas no matter what. The hooves still stomped upon his roof every year, and every year he sweated at the thought of him landing on a rough only for his colossal weight to send him bulldozing though. And then one foggy Christmas eve....someone came to say... "Duke boy with your size so big, how'd you like a training gig?'
Nowadays Duke hangs out at the North Pole as a personal trainer for the flying squad. His broad figure can't be missed on the arctic tundra, the cushioned bulk of his gorgeously smooth fur keeping him warm in the freezing air. As coach, he helps to launch the other reindeer into the sky, and acts as a weight for them to pull to test their strength in preparation for the toy deliveries. Even acting as a substitute for the flight squad when the weather is too rough, Christmas Eve is now accompanied by the hulking earthquakes of a monolithic deer giant, who carries the sleigh through the turbulence, rewarded with cookies at the end.
Ah yes the cookies. Duke gets all of them. Thank you for leaving them out and don't forget the milk!