Post by Tibald on Dec 3, 2007 21:42:56 GMT -5
Name: Tibald
Gender: Male
Age: 20 years
Species: Rat
Occupation: A writer-poet, although the term "minstrel" would be just as appropriate and is better suited to the setting.
Physical Appearance:
As far as rats go, tall. He is thin, but not deathly so, and possesses a great deal of scars (none of which were received in battle--instead, most of Tibald's scars are the reminders of a careless childhood and poor judgment in the past).
Tibald has fur that is almost a solid grey, but is peppered by spots and black and white. His eyes are lively and black, although they may be instead interpreted as a disguise for a being that is far more malicious, due to the tainted reputation of vermin.
He wears a faded traveling cloak that was apparently once an emerald green, but has faded almost entirely to grey. Tibald carries a large sack with him, usually on his back.
Possessions:
Aside from a quill, parchment, and ink bottle, Tibald carries various objects that apparently serve as an inspiration, although many have been quickly forgotten. Some of the more unique or useful objects include a flute, half a dozen large books (most of which are apparently filled with his own writing), and a small, rusted iron sword that was his father's and that Tibald "borrowed" when leaving his family.
Personality:
Tibald is normally an antithesis to vermin species in many ways, having a great interest in literature and art. However, he is still a wild card, having a fondness for fights and adventure. As long as he has his way, Tibald is perfectly jolly, but when crossed, which is more often than not, he can be as cruel and wicked as any of his kind. His days spent alone have only increased his dislike of any beast taking control of his life or actions.
Strengths:
Brilliant thinker and strategist; youthful strength; obsessive and violent anger.
Weaknesses:
Always speaks his mind; quick to become angry; almost perpetual rudeness; often difficult to sympathize with; fear of death; obsessive and violent anger.
History:
Tibald spent most of his young life fantasizing about traveling the world. He grew up in a violent clan of vermin who had found themselves in a constant state of fights and skirmishes, and often, Tibald was forced to fight, and thus, he learned to use weapons at an early age, but his passion was writing. He kept a series of (probably heavily fictionalized) journals detailing his life, and he became more and more reclusive as he grew older.
Down the path to manhood, Tibald's many fights brought him face to face with death, yet he never received a scar from battle. He discarded the reality that he was a seasoned fighter, and became paranoid and perpetually fearing for his life. This was one of the two factors that shoved him off into the world outside of clan life, hoping to preserve his life by leaving a world of violence, the other being an unquenchable wanderlust.
At last, Tibald left, stealing his father's iron sword and running away into the morning. The rat made friends everywhere, but even more enemies, and was always forced down the path away from them.
During his exploits, which he recounted in the form of sagas and journal entries, Tibald at last came to an unfamiliar land. It it here, he decided, that I will stay for a while so that this land will know my name...
Relationships:
Tibald has a massive family, but was never close to anyone except perhaps the friends he made in his travels. Following the "a rose by any other name..." belief, he has not limited his interaction to his vermin kin, and has at various times attempted to be peaceful toward anybeast he meets, which has lead to disastrous results.
Among his former traveling companions was another rat whom he had met and exchanged stories with. Tibald was instantly smitten with her, but she did not return his affection, and he quickly left her to travel alone once more. This was his most coveted experience for a long time, and it had changed his perspective on life twice. He had at first attempted to fight his anger at this rat, and eventually gave into it, discovering that it was easier to not hold in his anger and let it eat away at him. Later, Tibald looked back on the experience and found peace in knowing that what was not meant to occur never would occur. Tibald's philosophy: to enjoy life and not ever worry about his past deeds, fears, and problems, became his lifestyle, albeit a lifestyle that he only obeys when it suits him.
Gender: Male
Age: 20 years
Species: Rat
Occupation: A writer-poet, although the term "minstrel" would be just as appropriate and is better suited to the setting.
Physical Appearance:
As far as rats go, tall. He is thin, but not deathly so, and possesses a great deal of scars (none of which were received in battle--instead, most of Tibald's scars are the reminders of a careless childhood and poor judgment in the past).
Tibald has fur that is almost a solid grey, but is peppered by spots and black and white. His eyes are lively and black, although they may be instead interpreted as a disguise for a being that is far more malicious, due to the tainted reputation of vermin.
He wears a faded traveling cloak that was apparently once an emerald green, but has faded almost entirely to grey. Tibald carries a large sack with him, usually on his back.
Possessions:
Aside from a quill, parchment, and ink bottle, Tibald carries various objects that apparently serve as an inspiration, although many have been quickly forgotten. Some of the more unique or useful objects include a flute, half a dozen large books (most of which are apparently filled with his own writing), and a small, rusted iron sword that was his father's and that Tibald "borrowed" when leaving his family.
Personality:
Tibald is normally an antithesis to vermin species in many ways, having a great interest in literature and art. However, he is still a wild card, having a fondness for fights and adventure. As long as he has his way, Tibald is perfectly jolly, but when crossed, which is more often than not, he can be as cruel and wicked as any of his kind. His days spent alone have only increased his dislike of any beast taking control of his life or actions.
Strengths:
Brilliant thinker and strategist; youthful strength; obsessive and violent anger.
Weaknesses:
Always speaks his mind; quick to become angry; almost perpetual rudeness; often difficult to sympathize with; fear of death; obsessive and violent anger.
History:
Tibald spent most of his young life fantasizing about traveling the world. He grew up in a violent clan of vermin who had found themselves in a constant state of fights and skirmishes, and often, Tibald was forced to fight, and thus, he learned to use weapons at an early age, but his passion was writing. He kept a series of (probably heavily fictionalized) journals detailing his life, and he became more and more reclusive as he grew older.
Down the path to manhood, Tibald's many fights brought him face to face with death, yet he never received a scar from battle. He discarded the reality that he was a seasoned fighter, and became paranoid and perpetually fearing for his life. This was one of the two factors that shoved him off into the world outside of clan life, hoping to preserve his life by leaving a world of violence, the other being an unquenchable wanderlust.
At last, Tibald left, stealing his father's iron sword and running away into the morning. The rat made friends everywhere, but even more enemies, and was always forced down the path away from them.
During his exploits, which he recounted in the form of sagas and journal entries, Tibald at last came to an unfamiliar land. It it here, he decided, that I will stay for a while so that this land will know my name...
Relationships:
Tibald has a massive family, but was never close to anyone except perhaps the friends he made in his travels. Following the "a rose by any other name..." belief, he has not limited his interaction to his vermin kin, and has at various times attempted to be peaceful toward anybeast he meets, which has lead to disastrous results.
Among his former traveling companions was another rat whom he had met and exchanged stories with. Tibald was instantly smitten with her, but she did not return his affection, and he quickly left her to travel alone once more. This was his most coveted experience for a long time, and it had changed his perspective on life twice. He had at first attempted to fight his anger at this rat, and eventually gave into it, discovering that it was easier to not hold in his anger and let it eat away at him. Later, Tibald looked back on the experience and found peace in knowing that what was not meant to occur never would occur. Tibald's philosophy: to enjoy life and not ever worry about his past deeds, fears, and problems, became his lifestyle, albeit a lifestyle that he only obeys when it suits him.
