Post by RakingClaw on Sept 12, 2008 14:23:32 GMT -5
Name- Rith Greysong Blackmane Redeye StormCrow
Age- 30
Birth Date- October 31st
Gender-Male
Species- Black Squirrel
Occupation and Home- Mercenary, None
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
Appearance- Rith is five and a half feet tall with a bulky build of thick ropey muscle and a bullish neck. Corded arms and legs like tree trunks sit buried under his thick coat of wiry black fur. His eyes are a deep crimson black, almost color of dried blood. Long crusted stripes of bright blue woad line his black fur, wile his face has one side completely cover with the same paste. His front teeth have been filed to needle points and a multitude of vicious pink scars crisscross his head and torso. The fur on his head and down his back is spiked strait up with bee’s wax, giving him a crown of spiky black hair and only adding to his already fearsome appearance. He wears nothing save a leather codpiece, twin clawed steel gauntlets and a sheath strapped across his back for holding his flamberge.
Personality- Rith despises weakness and fear, as he has never been plagued by ether and cannot understand them. His life motto is "Might Makes Right." and he will never bow to another beast unless they have beaten him in battle or some test of strength. He fights like the possessed never surrendering never backing down no matter the foe or the size of the enemy forces. He loves the thrill of battle, the coppery smell of blood, the rush one gets from taking a life. These are his music, his hobbies it is these that give him purpose and direction in his otherwise chaotic life. He is blunt and brutally honest, never lying not because he thinks it is wrong but because he thinks it to be an escape from punishment and a weakness of the fearful. To him nothing is ever to impossible, to tell him that something cant be done is akin to hiring a group of beasts to complete the task as he will not stop until it is finished. He is a loyal friend and fierce enemy, never forgetting kindness or on the same token a evil act. He is extremely protective of mammalian dubbins and would give him life to save one almost no matter the circumstance. However he has an extreme almost ferocious in its action; hatred for all cold blooded beasts (Snakes, Toads, Salamanders, Lizards, Etc...) and no matter their age or state will kill them on sight without mercy or pause.
Strengths:
• He is immensely strong, and fleet of foot
• His sense of smell is very acute, as is his eye sight
• He possesses tremendous strength of will and personal courage bordering on suicidal.
• He wields his flamburge with deadly skill and is proficient in all manner of melee weaponry as well as his own claws and teeth.
Character Weaknesses:
• When in his rages he loses all control and becomes a berserk beast attacking all around him.
• He has no sense of discipline or patience.
• He is a leaden sledge hammer; concepts like subterfuge he views as cowardly and will not partake in them.
• He wears no armor relying on his speed to save his skin.
Weaponry- He carries a Huge Flamburge and a pair of clawed steel gauntlets.
Parents- (Father) Ener Blackmane (Deceased), (Mother) Sani GreySong (Deceased)
Siblings- (Sister) Meda Greysong Blackmane (status unknown)
Other Relationships- none
History: Rith was born in the wilds of the northern mountains to the Hakandi, a semi nomadic tribe of warrior squirrels. His father, the leader of the tribe saw in his crimson eyes at birth the greatness of a warrior born not trained and raised him in the tribe’s berserk way of combat. By allowing their Rages to take over and using it rather then letting it control them. They become raging titans on the field of battle defeating foes sometimes double their number. It was in this manner of combat that Rith was raised, to never show pain or weakness, to never surrender, or bow in service to another beast, unless they themselves prove their strength over you. To never show mercy, regret or cowardice, that death in battle is the greatest service any beast can do for its tribe. And it was in this manner of combat that Rith excelled, surpassing all the other squirrels in the tribe in strength, speed, and blade skill by his eighteenth season. In a effort to escape a rather brutal winter in the mountains, the Hakandi moved deep into Mossflower finding themselves in the warm and wet swamps that resided in its northern borders. They had not been there for more then a week when they began being attacked by waves of newts, salamanders, toads and lizards. Fighting like cowards these cold blooded beasts would attack amass then fade back into the swamps after only minutes of fighting. This tactic alone would not have defeated the military might of the tribe, but this combined with poisoned weapons ad constant unending attack did and they were slowly killed off one by one and forced into servitude. This went on for months until the Hakandi staged a revolt many were killed and Rith was knocked unconscious. When he awoke he found most of his tribe dead including his father and mother, but his sister was no where to be found. From that point on he dedicated his life to two goals first finding her alive or dead, and second the killing of all cold blooded creatures, and to these goals he travels Mossflower.
Age- 30
Birth Date- October 31st
Gender-Male
Species- Black Squirrel
Occupation and Home- Mercenary, None
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
Appearance- Rith is five and a half feet tall with a bulky build of thick ropey muscle and a bullish neck. Corded arms and legs like tree trunks sit buried under his thick coat of wiry black fur. His eyes are a deep crimson black, almost color of dried blood. Long crusted stripes of bright blue woad line his black fur, wile his face has one side completely cover with the same paste. His front teeth have been filed to needle points and a multitude of vicious pink scars crisscross his head and torso. The fur on his head and down his back is spiked strait up with bee’s wax, giving him a crown of spiky black hair and only adding to his already fearsome appearance. He wears nothing save a leather codpiece, twin clawed steel gauntlets and a sheath strapped across his back for holding his flamberge.
Personality- Rith despises weakness and fear, as he has never been plagued by ether and cannot understand them. His life motto is "Might Makes Right." and he will never bow to another beast unless they have beaten him in battle or some test of strength. He fights like the possessed never surrendering never backing down no matter the foe or the size of the enemy forces. He loves the thrill of battle, the coppery smell of blood, the rush one gets from taking a life. These are his music, his hobbies it is these that give him purpose and direction in his otherwise chaotic life. He is blunt and brutally honest, never lying not because he thinks it is wrong but because he thinks it to be an escape from punishment and a weakness of the fearful. To him nothing is ever to impossible, to tell him that something cant be done is akin to hiring a group of beasts to complete the task as he will not stop until it is finished. He is a loyal friend and fierce enemy, never forgetting kindness or on the same token a evil act. He is extremely protective of mammalian dubbins and would give him life to save one almost no matter the circumstance. However he has an extreme almost ferocious in its action; hatred for all cold blooded beasts (Snakes, Toads, Salamanders, Lizards, Etc...) and no matter their age or state will kill them on sight without mercy or pause.
Strengths:
• He is immensely strong, and fleet of foot
• His sense of smell is very acute, as is his eye sight
• He possesses tremendous strength of will and personal courage bordering on suicidal.
• He wields his flamburge with deadly skill and is proficient in all manner of melee weaponry as well as his own claws and teeth.
Character Weaknesses:
• When in his rages he loses all control and becomes a berserk beast attacking all around him.
• He has no sense of discipline or patience.
• He is a leaden sledge hammer; concepts like subterfuge he views as cowardly and will not partake in them.
• He wears no armor relying on his speed to save his skin.
Weaponry- He carries a Huge Flamburge and a pair of clawed steel gauntlets.
Parents- (Father) Ener Blackmane (Deceased), (Mother) Sani GreySong (Deceased)
Siblings- (Sister) Meda Greysong Blackmane (status unknown)
Other Relationships- none
History: Rith was born in the wilds of the northern mountains to the Hakandi, a semi nomadic tribe of warrior squirrels. His father, the leader of the tribe saw in his crimson eyes at birth the greatness of a warrior born not trained and raised him in the tribe’s berserk way of combat. By allowing their Rages to take over and using it rather then letting it control them. They become raging titans on the field of battle defeating foes sometimes double their number. It was in this manner of combat that Rith was raised, to never show pain or weakness, to never surrender, or bow in service to another beast, unless they themselves prove their strength over you. To never show mercy, regret or cowardice, that death in battle is the greatest service any beast can do for its tribe. And it was in this manner of combat that Rith excelled, surpassing all the other squirrels in the tribe in strength, speed, and blade skill by his eighteenth season. In a effort to escape a rather brutal winter in the mountains, the Hakandi moved deep into Mossflower finding themselves in the warm and wet swamps that resided in its northern borders. They had not been there for more then a week when they began being attacked by waves of newts, salamanders, toads and lizards. Fighting like cowards these cold blooded beasts would attack amass then fade back into the swamps after only minutes of fighting. This tactic alone would not have defeated the military might of the tribe, but this combined with poisoned weapons ad constant unending attack did and they were slowly killed off one by one and forced into servitude. This went on for months until the Hakandi staged a revolt many were killed and Rith was knocked unconscious. When he awoke he found most of his tribe dead including his father and mother, but his sister was no where to be found. From that point on he dedicated his life to two goals first finding her alive or dead, and second the killing of all cold blooded creatures, and to these goals he travels Mossflower.
