Post by belfoe on Jul 30, 2008 13:58:39 GMT -5
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Name: Belfoe Wiverun
Nicknames: Belfoe the Roamer, Belfoe the Bard, Wiverun the Joyous
Age: 18
Gender:male
Species: Gray Squirrel
Marital Status: single
Occupation and Home: He once hailed from a different island known as Macar. He lived in a village his three brothers and his sister.
Skills: He has vocals that can leave a crowd speechless. The young squirrel is very good with directions. He is also a fantastic lute player and very good with bongo like things or drums. All in all, he's a musical master.
The young squirrel is also a very skilled charmer when it comes to young ladies. Heck, he's even charmed old ladies just to weasel his way out of situations.
He is a pretty decent swordsman with his short sword...that is when he's not being clumsy.
He is also good at looking at the "Bright side" of the situation, even though that bright side may be a bit well....diluted.
Weaknesses: He can't shoot a bow to save his life, or fight with anything besides a short sword cause that is all he was trained to use just in case. Belfoe also isn't a very good swimmer, it is something he never plans on doing. For example:
" Oh c'mon Belfoe, you cutie let's go swimmin' ehehehehe!" A young female hare giggled pointing to the pond nearby.
Belfoe swallowed hard. He smiled softly and pointed to what was supposed to be a beautiful flower, and he turned her around gently. " Ya see that flowa right tha'? The purdy 'un!?" He exclaimed quickly.
" Yes!"
"Well yew, Marideth are jus' as purdy if not....no wait! No no no no no, yew are purdier than that!" He exclaimed confidently. Even though he did mean it, he had to escape ASAP. When she turned to glance at the flower, he quickly fled as fast as his feet could carry him. He was not going to admit that he was a bad swimmer....ever!
This squirrel also makes a bad habit of lying to save his hide, can be sneaky and perhaps even disloyal at times, and he doesn't like to admit his flaws. He may admit them, but doesn't like to.
Belfoe also can not read one word. The only reason he knows songs is by making them up in his head or hearing them sung first.
Heck, he's even a bit clumsy as well! For example:
"A'ight clumsy bard, draw that short sword of ye 'n duel meh for ye life eh? If'n yew win, we'll let ya go 'ome, 'n forget this lil'...incident, eh?" A fiendish fox snarled, taking a couple slow steps toward the young bard, twirling his axe with the utmost ease. His eyes were like radiant symbols of death. They showed joy in the terrors of chaos and turmoil.
It was a shame too, really it was. The fox planned on killing Belfoe on this ship and everything, just because he had accidentally pushed five barrels of rum overboard. Stuff happens! It wasn't his fault! The rope holding them should have been tied tighter...
Belfoe gave a couple nods, strapping his lute back across his back. He bit his lip and glanced at the sky briefly, humming a ditty to himself before glancing back at the advancing fox.
" Yew serious mate? Aww, fine, well, les' go then eh?" Belfoe said trying to seem as confident as he normally did.
He took a couple steps forward toward his enemy, smiling. In a flash he withdrew his fancy shortsword!... Only for his reflexes to be so off the blade flung from his grasp and off the other end of the ship. Belfoe gulped. The squirrel started to take a couple steps back.
" 'mkay, yis, let's pretend tha' jus' didn't 'appen mate, right? We can jus' be friends right? 'n umm, friends don't kill otha' friends right?....Please? I'll play ya a song mate...yeah that's a no, I'll just be leavin' then!" He said, immediately whirling around, forgetting he was at the end of the ship, and fell overboard...
Alignment: Good
Appearance:
Colors and Fur- The roaming bard has light gray tint of fur with white belly and muzzle fur. His eyes are a dark midnight blue, and obviously the pupil is black. The inside of his ears have some slight white tuffs of fur. The under part of his tail is white colored as well.
Build- Belfoe is around average height and average build. Nothing too special obviously. So, it may seem like he's not much of a threat at all, and 50% of the time, that assumption is true.
Attire- His clothing consist of a golden necklace that was once his father's and golden earrings. His clothing consists of a torn and tattered green shirt, and brown pants. He wears a brown belt with a silver buckle, and black wrist bands, or cuffs, however you want to word it.
Accessories- His accessories, or possessions, consist of a wooden lute(a guitar like instrument) slung across his black, a small haversack, and a small black hilted short sword with elegant designs on the blade.
Personality: Well, for starters he is loving and caring. Along with those two attributes to his personality, he is a charmer, at times a liar, and can some times be disloyal. Those two things though, will change after some characterization causes him to change. (He is not a flat character he will be dynamic)
He tries to be funny and look at the bright side in all situations. At times, he will admit that he does know about his bad flaws, yet doesn't do much to fix them, just sulks about them and says how they prevent him from actually being as happy as he wants to be.
Despite that though, all in all, he is happy and joyous, hence his one nickname because he likes to play joyous tunes and sing to them with his lute.
The oddest thing to see from this squirrel though, is when he seems lonely, and sad. Why? Because it is something deep deep down inside of the bard, something he doesn't like to let out. This kind of goes with what was said previously.
History: Belfoe grew up on the island of Macar with his three brothers and sister. The three brothers are the oldest, and he and his sister are twins, even though she took on red fur(her mother's) and he took on his father's(gray).
As they grew up they got a long swimmingly, and became a performing arts type family. They constantly put on shows for their village/town, and in time grew quite popular. Belfoe, especially, became popular. He was funny, jolly, and a charmer to the young ladies. Life couldn't get better, until the time his sister and he reached sixteen. Their parents were killed brutally by a group of what Mossflower would consider vermin.
Their deaths caused Belfoe to reflect a bit on his life, and despite his nature, he died a little inside. He suddenly out of know where, decided that traveling would be his solution. After all, maybe a new life was what he needed. So, he told his remaining family he'd be a traveling bard, and that he'd leave Macar on the next ship. Unfortunately, his oldest brother didn't oblige and told him not until he learns to wield some sort of weapon. Thus, he was taught by the oldest brother how to wield their father's old short sword, and then was allowed to depart. Now, he has made his way to Mossflower to start his new life...
Name: Belfoe Wiverun
Nicknames: Belfoe the Roamer, Belfoe the Bard, Wiverun the Joyous
Age: 18
Gender:male
Species: Gray Squirrel
Marital Status: single
Occupation and Home: He once hailed from a different island known as Macar. He lived in a village his three brothers and his sister.
Skills: He has vocals that can leave a crowd speechless. The young squirrel is very good with directions. He is also a fantastic lute player and very good with bongo like things or drums. All in all, he's a musical master.
The young squirrel is also a very skilled charmer when it comes to young ladies. Heck, he's even charmed old ladies just to weasel his way out of situations.
He is a pretty decent swordsman with his short sword...that is when he's not being clumsy.
He is also good at looking at the "Bright side" of the situation, even though that bright side may be a bit well....diluted.
Weaknesses: He can't shoot a bow to save his life, or fight with anything besides a short sword cause that is all he was trained to use just in case. Belfoe also isn't a very good swimmer, it is something he never plans on doing. For example:
" Oh c'mon Belfoe, you cutie let's go swimmin' ehehehehe!" A young female hare giggled pointing to the pond nearby.
Belfoe swallowed hard. He smiled softly and pointed to what was supposed to be a beautiful flower, and he turned her around gently. " Ya see that flowa right tha'? The purdy 'un!?" He exclaimed quickly.
" Yes!"
"Well yew, Marideth are jus' as purdy if not....no wait! No no no no no, yew are purdier than that!" He exclaimed confidently. Even though he did mean it, he had to escape ASAP. When she turned to glance at the flower, he quickly fled as fast as his feet could carry him. He was not going to admit that he was a bad swimmer....ever!
This squirrel also makes a bad habit of lying to save his hide, can be sneaky and perhaps even disloyal at times, and he doesn't like to admit his flaws. He may admit them, but doesn't like to.
Belfoe also can not read one word. The only reason he knows songs is by making them up in his head or hearing them sung first.
Heck, he's even a bit clumsy as well! For example:
"A'ight clumsy bard, draw that short sword of ye 'n duel meh for ye life eh? If'n yew win, we'll let ya go 'ome, 'n forget this lil'...incident, eh?" A fiendish fox snarled, taking a couple slow steps toward the young bard, twirling his axe with the utmost ease. His eyes were like radiant symbols of death. They showed joy in the terrors of chaos and turmoil.
It was a shame too, really it was. The fox planned on killing Belfoe on this ship and everything, just because he had accidentally pushed five barrels of rum overboard. Stuff happens! It wasn't his fault! The rope holding them should have been tied tighter...
Belfoe gave a couple nods, strapping his lute back across his back. He bit his lip and glanced at the sky briefly, humming a ditty to himself before glancing back at the advancing fox.
" Yew serious mate? Aww, fine, well, les' go then eh?" Belfoe said trying to seem as confident as he normally did.
He took a couple steps forward toward his enemy, smiling. In a flash he withdrew his fancy shortsword!... Only for his reflexes to be so off the blade flung from his grasp and off the other end of the ship. Belfoe gulped. The squirrel started to take a couple steps back.
" 'mkay, yis, let's pretend tha' jus' didn't 'appen mate, right? We can jus' be friends right? 'n umm, friends don't kill otha' friends right?....Please? I'll play ya a song mate...yeah that's a no, I'll just be leavin' then!" He said, immediately whirling around, forgetting he was at the end of the ship, and fell overboard...
Alignment: Good
Appearance:
Colors and Fur- The roaming bard has light gray tint of fur with white belly and muzzle fur. His eyes are a dark midnight blue, and obviously the pupil is black. The inside of his ears have some slight white tuffs of fur. The under part of his tail is white colored as well.
Build- Belfoe is around average height and average build. Nothing too special obviously. So, it may seem like he's not much of a threat at all, and 50% of the time, that assumption is true.
Attire- His clothing consist of a golden necklace that was once his father's and golden earrings. His clothing consists of a torn and tattered green shirt, and brown pants. He wears a brown belt with a silver buckle, and black wrist bands, or cuffs, however you want to word it.
Accessories- His accessories, or possessions, consist of a wooden lute(a guitar like instrument) slung across his black, a small haversack, and a small black hilted short sword with elegant designs on the blade.
Personality: Well, for starters he is loving and caring. Along with those two attributes to his personality, he is a charmer, at times a liar, and can some times be disloyal. Those two things though, will change after some characterization causes him to change. (He is not a flat character he will be dynamic)
He tries to be funny and look at the bright side in all situations. At times, he will admit that he does know about his bad flaws, yet doesn't do much to fix them, just sulks about them and says how they prevent him from actually being as happy as he wants to be.
Despite that though, all in all, he is happy and joyous, hence his one nickname because he likes to play joyous tunes and sing to them with his lute.
The oddest thing to see from this squirrel though, is when he seems lonely, and sad. Why? Because it is something deep deep down inside of the bard, something he doesn't like to let out. This kind of goes with what was said previously.
History: Belfoe grew up on the island of Macar with his three brothers and sister. The three brothers are the oldest, and he and his sister are twins, even though she took on red fur(her mother's) and he took on his father's(gray).
As they grew up they got a long swimmingly, and became a performing arts type family. They constantly put on shows for their village/town, and in time grew quite popular. Belfoe, especially, became popular. He was funny, jolly, and a charmer to the young ladies. Life couldn't get better, until the time his sister and he reached sixteen. Their parents were killed brutally by a group of what Mossflower would consider vermin.
Their deaths caused Belfoe to reflect a bit on his life, and despite his nature, he died a little inside. He suddenly out of know where, decided that traveling would be his solution. After all, maybe a new life was what he needed. So, he told his remaining family he'd be a traveling bard, and that he'd leave Macar on the next ship. Unfortunately, his oldest brother didn't oblige and told him not until he learns to wield some sort of weapon. Thus, he was taught by the oldest brother how to wield their father's old short sword, and then was allowed to depart. Now, he has made his way to Mossflower to start his new life...
