Post by serenji on Jan 4, 2008 18:24:08 GMT -5
Name: Darmani Flamebrush
Gender: Male
Age: 28 yrs
Species:Squirrel
Occupation: Wanderer
Physical Appearance:
Darmani is slight. He is one of the smallest creatures imaginable, yet he uses it to his advantage. He looks like a child, therefor he is usually underestimated. His brush tail is taller then he is, and wider too. It is a wonder that he can stand with all that weight at his back. His fur is of a brilliant shade of red. His tail and his paws are darker than that of the rest of his body, expecially the lighter red on his belly and throat. He covers himself with a jerkin of yellow. He has a grey sash around his waist, with sling, and two dagger sheathes on opposite hips. A pouch for rocks is positioned behind him. As well as his jerkin and sash, he has a white kneckerchief fastened about his neck.
Possessions
A pouch filled with smooth pebbles taken from streams and rivers, A sling of white, and two daggers. Very special daggers. Both daggers are curved, and never need a whetstone. The reason is that each blade consists of minute teeth. Coupled with the flint on the mouth on the sheath and oil, each blade could be engulfed in flames if pulled out fast enough.
Personality:
Friendly and courteous, surprisingly. He enjoys talking, and will gladly talk to trees and stones if there is no one to converse with. Beasts, upon meeting him, usually can't help but like him. He is open and care-free, or is he? Beneath the mask of hospitality lies a huge temper on a short fuse. He seems to change his history depending on who asks, and that makes some suspicious. What happened to the apparent care-free squirrel, that he must lie to hide?
Strengths:
Quick, agile, and able to lie cleverly. His home is in the trees, so height is not an issue for him.
Weaknesses:
But water is, as it would seem. He doesn't like the rain, and takes baths under extreme protest. He reluctatly travles to streams when he needs to resupply. He is also extremely grouchy when he first wakes up, and he seems to enter a sort of berserk frenzy in battle.
History:
Darmani was raised in a huge clan of squirrels somewhere outside of mossflower. His home was, for some time, a tree house near the base of a giant sycamore the clan called home. His family was small;A mother, a father, an older brother, and a baby sister. His brother was one who dreamed. He yearned to travel to the farthest reaches and come back with tales to tell to wide-eyed younglings. His father was a blacksmith, an odd job for a squirrel, and his mother took care of the house. His little sister wanted to go to the fable Redwall, but the journey was too far for her yet. As for Darmani himself, he just wanted to perform. He got a few chances here and there, and enjoyed it completely.
On one unfortunate night, though, a band of vermin decided to disguise themselves as actors, and steal from local villiages. Their last was Darmani's villiage. They knew how to perform, for vermin, and their skit got thunderous applause. Darmani, old enough to go out into the world, decided to leave like his brother a year before. He followed the vermin when they left, and asked to join them. The leader tricked young Darmani and allowed him in the carriage. The squirrel was locked in chains and left for he vermin to deal with later.
Darmani somehow managed to escape, but far from home. He wanders now with no purpose but to enjoy life, and to never be tricked again...
Relationships:
No one presently.
Gender: Male
Age: 28 yrs
Species:Squirrel
Occupation: Wanderer
Physical Appearance:
Darmani is slight. He is one of the smallest creatures imaginable, yet he uses it to his advantage. He looks like a child, therefor he is usually underestimated. His brush tail is taller then he is, and wider too. It is a wonder that he can stand with all that weight at his back. His fur is of a brilliant shade of red. His tail and his paws are darker than that of the rest of his body, expecially the lighter red on his belly and throat. He covers himself with a jerkin of yellow. He has a grey sash around his waist, with sling, and two dagger sheathes on opposite hips. A pouch for rocks is positioned behind him. As well as his jerkin and sash, he has a white kneckerchief fastened about his neck.
Possessions
A pouch filled with smooth pebbles taken from streams and rivers, A sling of white, and two daggers. Very special daggers. Both daggers are curved, and never need a whetstone. The reason is that each blade consists of minute teeth. Coupled with the flint on the mouth on the sheath and oil, each blade could be engulfed in flames if pulled out fast enough.
Personality:
Friendly and courteous, surprisingly. He enjoys talking, and will gladly talk to trees and stones if there is no one to converse with. Beasts, upon meeting him, usually can't help but like him. He is open and care-free, or is he? Beneath the mask of hospitality lies a huge temper on a short fuse. He seems to change his history depending on who asks, and that makes some suspicious. What happened to the apparent care-free squirrel, that he must lie to hide?
Strengths:
Quick, agile, and able to lie cleverly. His home is in the trees, so height is not an issue for him.
Weaknesses:
But water is, as it would seem. He doesn't like the rain, and takes baths under extreme protest. He reluctatly travles to streams when he needs to resupply. He is also extremely grouchy when he first wakes up, and he seems to enter a sort of berserk frenzy in battle.
History:
Darmani was raised in a huge clan of squirrels somewhere outside of mossflower. His home was, for some time, a tree house near the base of a giant sycamore the clan called home. His family was small;A mother, a father, an older brother, and a baby sister. His brother was one who dreamed. He yearned to travel to the farthest reaches and come back with tales to tell to wide-eyed younglings. His father was a blacksmith, an odd job for a squirrel, and his mother took care of the house. His little sister wanted to go to the fable Redwall, but the journey was too far for her yet. As for Darmani himself, he just wanted to perform. He got a few chances here and there, and enjoyed it completely.
On one unfortunate night, though, a band of vermin decided to disguise themselves as actors, and steal from local villiages. Their last was Darmani's villiage. They knew how to perform, for vermin, and their skit got thunderous applause. Darmani, old enough to go out into the world, decided to leave like his brother a year before. He followed the vermin when they left, and asked to join them. The leader tricked young Darmani and allowed him in the carriage. The squirrel was locked in chains and left for he vermin to deal with later.
Darmani somehow managed to escape, but far from home. He wanders now with no purpose but to enjoy life, and to never be tricked again...
Relationships:
No one presently.
