VinegarFlurry’s uncle Vinegar is an enigma to many in Ursus. He is a bit of a recluse. Vinegar keeps others at bay by locking himself in his study, where he can be alone with his studies. He spends countless hours pouring over old manuscripts and maps. His collection of ancient texts rival that of most libraries. In the midst of his labyrinth, made from piles of books and maps, Vinegar hides away to avoid being bothered.
He is the oldest of three brothers. Caspin being the middle brother and Chip being the youngest, they are each spaced apart by three years. However, they were not the only children of the family. They were of a much larger bear sleuth, back when they were flesh and blood. Before Vinegar became a husk bear, later to be known as a “teddy” bear, he was a real bear with the breath of life in his lungs. His name was Vinicius at birth. He was the firstborn son of the family followed by two sisters and two brothers. The youngest brother at the time was Caelius.
His city was attacked, and many of the inhabitants died, including one brother, and his mother. His father remarried many years later and had five more children, four girls and one boy named Felix, who now goes by the name of Chip.
After a few years of being a teddy bear, Vinicius decided that he wanted to put the past behind him and move forward. It seemed hopeless that he or any of the others would ever return to living, mortal bodies. He changed his name to Vingarr, after a dwarf he had read about in one of his ancient books. When Flurry was born to Vingarr’s brother Caspin, once known as Caelius, Flurry was unable to pronounce Vingarr’s name. Flurry mistakenly called him Vinegar and it stuck with him.
Many of the villagers in Ursus find it fitting, considering his personality. To most, Vinegar is seen as a crotchety old bear. He is easily annoyed, hates being around others, and finds bear cubs to be unbearable to be around. Vinegar chooses to spend his time growing in knowledge. He finds that an enlightened mind to be more important than anything else. In fact, he often thinks to himself that a day between the pages of a good book is a day well spent.