Floof

Floof...floofs...floofi? The plural and adjective endings for that word seem to change on a whim. But hey, that's appropriate for a race of people that hardly anyone in the D&D realm knows about because they're like snow leopards- hiding in snowy tundra, each being a loner almost afraid to look at each other, living in a one-person capacity flat under a rock. Once in a lifetime one actually does pluck up the courage to look someone in the face, they make a baby, and it's booted out of the house faster than parents eager to drop off their kid at college. Welcome to the crap guide to foofs...fluffs- fluffy people.   Remember your aunt's old pooch- the fuzzy little pup that looked so sweet? You look into those innocent puppy-dog eyes, reach out to stroke its soft, cuddly fur and next moment your arm's bleeding out because your hand just got bitten off.   Floofs are a combination of a toy poodles and the lycans from Underworld. They've got Beastkin's Bond, which means they can befriend the bear that was going to attack the party or subdue a wolf into a pet, but the drawback is that any non-predatory animal is scared shitless of you- good luck using that animal handling check to ride a fricking horse!   Living in the arctic has given you the advantage of resisting cold damage and having no speed slowdowns when trampling across ice, snow and rock. A floof might dream of a warmer environment but arrive at the beach feeling like that snowman from Frozen.   If you're born into a traditional floof home, you can live in the arctic and hunt that sweet, juicy snow-moose meat with the creamy blood you can't get anywhere else. Stumble onto the wrong ice 'lawn', however, and you've entered a turf war like Splatoon (only much more deadly). The occasional oddball floof may venture out in search of a world beyond the arctic, perhaps helping a lost adventuring party that mistook the place for the Winter fey wilds /Court.

Languages. Floof, Sylvan, Common