Post by safroniacedarwood on Feb 16, 2008 11:31:19 GMT -5
Name: Safronia Cedarwood
(Gender: Female
Age: 48 SEASONS
Species: Squirrel
Occupation: Helps the Recorder, cares for the Dibbuns
Physical Appearance:
Safronia is medium-sized, even though her peers says she's thinner than a willow twig. Her fur is a dull brown color with a reddish-brown tail. She normally wears a dark green tunic. Eyes? Dark brown. Nothin' special. Her ears, however, are abnormally large for a squirrel, giving her a look that Abbeydweller often make fun of. Safronia says she's too busy to polish her claws everyday, so they look a bit yellow.
Possessions
Usually a pencil to sketch with, and a lucky penny in her pocket.
Personality:
She is clumsy and prone to accidents in the Abbey Pond. However, she also has a long fuse and is very patient, especially with younger creatures such as the Dibbuns. Safronia thinks herself as a hard worker, not a natural born talent. That could be debated with her classmates. Normally she is quiet and reserved, but when stressed could lead to being a chatterbox. Loves to do things that requires patience, such as puzzle solving.
Strengths:
Smart, although she would deny that.
Good at drawing. Safronia would say it's because she practices at least 20 minutes per day, subconsciously.
Excellent at diagnosing the mood of her friends, and
Somewhat good at writing.
Weaknesses:
Clumsy. Half of the kitchen beakers have been broken by her.
Not very good at making casual conversation. She says it's because her tongue's tied up.
Sometimes forgets things, ending up in a very embarrassed squirrelmaid.
Afraid of war, almost to a phobia degree.
History:
Safronia was born in the Abbey to a very prostigious pair of warriors. Unfortunately, she grew up scared of battle, blood and the like. Her parents aren't exactly proud of her. When she was Dibbun she wondered out into the big big world and found a Dibbun vermin in the woods. They were good friends, but the Abbeydwellers banished him away because they thought he was a spy from an enemy horde. This scarred Safronia and she works to prevent war and promote peace and alliances between "goodbeasts" and "vermin".
Relationships:
Mother: Hero of some war.
Father: Hero of another war. As you can see, growing up in this environment forces you to be heroic.
Grandparents: Currently reside at "sunny slopes and sparkling streams."
No siblings.
Other
She hates stereotypes.
(Gender: Female
Age: 48 SEASONS
Species: Squirrel
Occupation: Helps the Recorder, cares for the Dibbuns
Physical Appearance:
Safronia is medium-sized, even though her peers says she's thinner than a willow twig. Her fur is a dull brown color with a reddish-brown tail. She normally wears a dark green tunic. Eyes? Dark brown. Nothin' special. Her ears, however, are abnormally large for a squirrel, giving her a look that Abbeydweller often make fun of. Safronia says she's too busy to polish her claws everyday, so they look a bit yellow.
Possessions
Usually a pencil to sketch with, and a lucky penny in her pocket.
Personality:
She is clumsy and prone to accidents in the Abbey Pond. However, she also has a long fuse and is very patient, especially with younger creatures such as the Dibbuns. Safronia thinks herself as a hard worker, not a natural born talent. That could be debated with her classmates. Normally she is quiet and reserved, but when stressed could lead to being a chatterbox. Loves to do things that requires patience, such as puzzle solving.
Strengths:
Smart, although she would deny that.
Good at drawing. Safronia would say it's because she practices at least 20 minutes per day, subconsciously.
Excellent at diagnosing the mood of her friends, and
Somewhat good at writing.
Weaknesses:
Clumsy. Half of the kitchen beakers have been broken by her.
Not very good at making casual conversation. She says it's because her tongue's tied up.
Sometimes forgets things, ending up in a very embarrassed squirrelmaid.
Afraid of war, almost to a phobia degree.
History:
Safronia was born in the Abbey to a very prostigious pair of warriors. Unfortunately, she grew up scared of battle, blood and the like. Her parents aren't exactly proud of her. When she was Dibbun she wondered out into the big big world and found a Dibbun vermin in the woods. They were good friends, but the Abbeydwellers banished him away because they thought he was a spy from an enemy horde. This scarred Safronia and she works to prevent war and promote peace and alliances between "goodbeasts" and "vermin".
Relationships:
Mother: Hero of some war.
Father: Hero of another war. As you can see, growing up in this environment forces you to be heroic.
Grandparents: Currently reside at "sunny slopes and sparkling streams."
No siblings.
Other
She hates stereotypes.
