Personality: A food oriented weasel, who believes the only love language there is, is food. Harsh, and rather cold, the only time he'll be smiling is when you're talking, since he's not listening, and has no clue what you're saying most likely.
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 167 lbs
Anything Specific: Despite the weather being warm outside, he always wears multiple layers, and will complain when it's too hot.
Species: Weasel
Parents: Gorbochev Nikolaev (Father), Unnamed Mother
Siblings: Basil Nikolaev (half-brother), Lavrovvy Nikolaev (half-brother), Lovage Nikolaev (half-brother), Rue Nikolaev (half-sister)
Occupation: Noodle Chef
Backstory: Hailing from Russia, Soup was the first son of the Nikolaev family, who had little to there name, and even less when it came to familian connections, he never met his mother, and was given the responsibilities of cleaning the house, minding his siblings when he got them, and cooking the meals, he did so with great animosity for everyone around him. He didn't care for the family he was grown up in, as he looked around at all the clamoring weasels whining about food, when he was expected to cook for six people, sometimes having to skip out on himself. Due to such food insecurity, Soup was the only one of his family to put on weight, his body clung to whatever it could get, and turned it into fat, making him look much better fed then he actually was. While his siblings went to school for an education, he was best described as a... stay-at-home mother. And at the first sign he saw of escape, he took it, sneaking his way onto a boat and leaving his family behind to fend without him. Sometimes he still thinks about those expectant eyes... does he feel bad for them?
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