Post by raggart on Apr 20, 2008 22:23:37 GMT -5
Name: Raggart Gutpike
Gender: Male
Age: 5 years (20 seasons)
Species: Rat
Occupation: Bandit, former member of a tribe of them
Physical Appearance:
Raggart is a perfect example of a rat. Average height, average build, and filthy gray fur. He is riddled with small scars and bald patches all about his body. The only thing that might make him stand out is a bluish-gray splotch marking his nose. He wears a tattered gray vest, a red and gray sash showing his former allegiance to the Gristle-Scratch Gang, and an old pot-helm he looted from a Long Patrol hare.
Possessions
Usually carries around an old sack over his shoulder, filled with various loot he picks up along the road. Also he keeps at all times his weapon of choice, a long but light pike tipped with a cruelly barbed spike at the end.
Personality:
Cowardly, greedy, and cruel. Pretty much just like all other rats. the only thing that might make him stand out is his sense of loyalty, which is a smidgen higher than other rats'. This occaisonally find him in positions of elevated standing in vermin tribes.
Strengths:
-Slightly more loyal than other rats
-Has become rather adept at wielding his pike
-Seasons of wandering lonesome has made him hardy and road-wise
Weaknesses:
-Walks with slight limp, impairing speed
-Like all rats, is cowardly and will flee if odds are against him
History:
Born to a wretched rat wench among the Gristle-Scratch Gang of vermin bandits. Raggart never knew his father and his mother mattered extremely little to him. Thus he became a typical rat bandit. The Gristle-Scratch gang had a particular liking to prey on Long Patrol soldiers guarding caravans and the like, so Raggart became experienced in the art of the ambush swiftly. After seasons of this happy (in a vermin sort of way) life style, the Long Patrol hares finally got the jump on the Gang and shortly and bloodily put an end to them. Raggart barely escaped with his tale. Since then he has wandered alone, preying on the occasional hermit. Plunder however, is getting scarce and he seeks a new tribe so he can continue to prosper.
Relationships:
Never knew or cared to know his family, and his old gang has been destroyed. He has little in the way of friends...
Gender: Male
Age: 5 years (20 seasons)
Species: Rat
Occupation: Bandit, former member of a tribe of them
Physical Appearance:
Raggart is a perfect example of a rat. Average height, average build, and filthy gray fur. He is riddled with small scars and bald patches all about his body. The only thing that might make him stand out is a bluish-gray splotch marking his nose. He wears a tattered gray vest, a red and gray sash showing his former allegiance to the Gristle-Scratch Gang, and an old pot-helm he looted from a Long Patrol hare.
Possessions
Usually carries around an old sack over his shoulder, filled with various loot he picks up along the road. Also he keeps at all times his weapon of choice, a long but light pike tipped with a cruelly barbed spike at the end.
Personality:
Cowardly, greedy, and cruel. Pretty much just like all other rats. the only thing that might make him stand out is his sense of loyalty, which is a smidgen higher than other rats'. This occaisonally find him in positions of elevated standing in vermin tribes.
Strengths:
-Slightly more loyal than other rats
-Has become rather adept at wielding his pike
-Seasons of wandering lonesome has made him hardy and road-wise
Weaknesses:
-Walks with slight limp, impairing speed
-Like all rats, is cowardly and will flee if odds are against him
History:
Born to a wretched rat wench among the Gristle-Scratch Gang of vermin bandits. Raggart never knew his father and his mother mattered extremely little to him. Thus he became a typical rat bandit. The Gristle-Scratch gang had a particular liking to prey on Long Patrol soldiers guarding caravans and the like, so Raggart became experienced in the art of the ambush swiftly. After seasons of this happy (in a vermin sort of way) life style, the Long Patrol hares finally got the jump on the Gang and shortly and bloodily put an end to them. Raggart barely escaped with his tale. Since then he has wandered alone, preying on the occasional hermit. Plunder however, is getting scarce and he seeks a new tribe so he can continue to prosper.
Relationships:
Never knew or cared to know his family, and his old gang has been destroyed. He has little in the way of friends...
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