Forrest

Forrest started off like any other baby strudel, pure white and wide eyed to the world. He hatched in the woods, growing up under the care of a group of Wilderlings. They taught him what berries were edible, and what animals to stay away from. Most of all, they told him to stay away from humans and civilization. This couldn't stop the young strudel when he came across a campfire late at night though. The glow of the fire and sickeningly sweet smell of s'mores mixed with the scent of burning wood enticed him to stepping closer. What these people were making smelled so good, how could it be as bad as his caretakers say it is. He watched as one of the campers placed their marshmallow too close to the fire, and watched it burn and char. Upon seeing this, the person tossed the burnt marshmallow over their shoulder towards the edge of the woods, where a baby Forrest sit in awe. He scurried over to the now blackened sweet and sniffed at it, before taking a bite. This triggered a change within him, and as he ate the gooey-inside of the marshmallow, his white fur began to look charred on the ends, taking on the appearance of the makeshift offering he was eating...

Once his caretakers discovered his change from taking the burnt sweet from the ground, they shunned him. All this time of telling him what not to do, only for him to betray them. He was told to leave, and he never looked back.

He came back to the campfire, now without a crowd or a fire, and took residence inside the large cabin nearby. Its a nice, two-story cabin with old furniture and no other strudels in sight. Even the family that owns it isn't around, save for about a month a year. He now mixes an woodsy survival lifestyle with the lifestyle of a household strudel, living in solitary for the most part.