Post by RakingClaw on Sept 30, 2008 11:55:47 GMT -5
Name- Balfuron Redrought Hurunding Grundikas son of Wargum Redrought Asgrim Harmail
Age- 29
Birth Date- December 5th
Gender-Male
Species-Golden Hamster
Occupation and Home-Prince, Knight Of Gærhialm, Gonderfas(The Great Hamster City)
Alignment-Chaotic Good
Appearance- Burly and solid in both bone and muscle Balfuron carries himself tall and with the aura of royalty. Lustrous Golden fur covers his whole body from his head down to his foot paws, over his massive barrel chest, and thick trunk-like limbs. A long black stripe runs diagonally from his forehead down through his left eye giving it an almost patch like quality. His most striking feature however is his eyes; the left is Electric Blue, like bull lightning trapped in an ancient glacier. His right is a flaming jaded green, like an emerald lit by the rolling fires of an erupting volcano. His teeth are a perfect Pearline white and seem to shine in the daylight and his nails are jet black like chips of onyx. First he wears a black silken vest, and padded undergarment. With a green hauberk of chain mail, steel breast plate, Houndskull Bascinet Helmet, black leather belt, bronze codpiece, steel gauntlets, leg plates, chain skirt, leather boots and black tabard carrying the crest of his family (A flanged mace crossed by two long swords in the center of a sun) over those. Then a golden cloak of the most brilliant fabric on which scenes of great battles sown with black silk rests on his shoulders. He always carries a smile on his blond cheeks and grows two big dimples on either side of his mouth when he does so.
Personality- Balfuron tries to live up to his late father’s virtues and strives to be just and fair. His temper however delays the day when he will. He is a jovial, merry beast and loves to drink, write poetry, dance, sing, and tell stories. His voice was legendary in his homeland and although his voice hasn’t changed the songs he now sings carry a heavy tone of misery. He especially loves a good wrestling match and is a good sport when he loses or wins. He carries with him a great personal sadness, and feels like he abandoned his father and country. His one great vow is that he will return to his country; unseat his step brother and take back his throne in his father’s name. He despises vermin of all types and holds a special hatred for rats in his heart, however he still offers them the same courtesies that he gives to any beast. He is chivalrous and kind following a strict code of conduct that governs his whole life. One: To serve the liege lord in valor and faith, Two: To protect the weak and defenseless, Three: To give succor to widows and orphans, Four: To refrain from the wanton giving of offence, Five: To live by honor and for glory, Six: To despise pecuniary reward, Seven: To fight for the welfare of all, Eight: To guard the honor of fellow knights, Nine: To eschew unfairness, meanness and deceit, Ten: To keep faith, Eleven: At all times to speak the truth, Twelve: To persevere to the end in any enterprise begun, Thirteen: To respect the honor of women, Fourteen: Never to refuse a challenge from an equal, Fifteen: Never to turn the back upon a foe, and Sixteen: To obey those placed in authority. These are the tenets of his honor and he will not deviate from them under any circumstance even if it means personal harm to himself.
Strengths:
• He is a great brawler and a deadly combatant with his mace and many other weapons.
• He is very Strong, has great Endurance and personal Willpower.
• He possesses a firm tactical mind and is well versed in warfare.
• He is an amazing singer, dancer, writer and storyteller.
Character Weaknesses:
• He follows his Code and will not break the tenants even if it means personal harm to him.
• He refuses to engage in subterfuge or ambush.
• He collects no wealth owning only what he carries with him.
• He has a bad temper that he is mostly able to keep in check but sometimes he loses control of himself.
• Will never use bows or any weapon where he cannot see his enemy’s eyes wile fighting them.
Weaponry: A Steel Flanged Mace he calls “Almace”, A Spiked Steel Shield (with the crest of his family on the front), and a Long Sword.
Parents: Wargum Redrought Asgrim Harmail (Father, Deceased, Poisoned), Groa Inga Harmail (Mother, Deceased, died during childbirth), Hordana Runa Harmail (Step Mother)
Siblings: Thorgest Skjaldulf Enair (Step Brother)
Other Relationships: Bors Rangfast Hroar Skallagrim (Teacher and Bodyguard, Deceased, Murdered)
History: Balfuron was born the only son of Wargum King of Gonderfas his mother Groa died after childbirth only seeing her son once before passing. His father Wargum was the head of the Knights of Gærhialm (An order created at the Gonderfas conception to defend its self from any who might threaten it) was so overcome with grief he was unable to look at his son without thinking of his one love. So as soon as Balfuron was able to walk he was taken away to be raised by the order. Given endless instruction in lessons of war battle tactics and personal combat, as well as song, writing and dance Balfurn grew in culture as well as combat skill. He rose quickly in the ranks of the order thanks almost exclusively to the tutelage of his bodyguard Bors. Who trained him in personal combat, the Code, and what carrying those tenants in ones life meant to a Knight of Gærhialm. He was given the rank of Knight in a great ceremony and in that ceremony his father Wargum also announced that he was marrying Hordana Runa and making her his queen. She was beautiful as she was deceitful, constantly scheming and plotting wooing the kind with temptations of the flesh and herbs to keep him witless. When her son Thorgest from a previous lover came back from battle abroad she almost at once began buying or blackmailing the cities barons to her side cementing her control over the court and paving the way for her sons ascension to power. Balfuron remained oblivious to the scheme and continued his training outside the royal castle in the Gærhialm chapter house. Until the day Hordana’s plans reached fruition, late during the night wile giving Wargun his nightly tonic she slipped poisonous nightshade into the brew and by morning the king was dead. During that time she had her personal guard and a horde of mercenaries lead by her son who were loyal to her round up the barons still loyal to the king and kill them and their families while they slept. She then used the remaining barons to appoint her son King and sent a large contingent of men to kill the knights and the king in their chapter house. Late that night as they had done every night Bors and Balfuron were sparring on the ramparts and watched in horror as the doors to the house were barred and the building put to the torch. The screams of the dying knights pierced the night air mingling with the sound of crackling flame adding to the horrors of the already dark day. Bors understanding that a coupe had begun knocked Balfuron unconscious to prevent his brash heart from seeking immediate vengeance and fled the city. The Queen enraged by the failure of her men to kill the one threat to her plan, ser out her own elite honor guard spearheaded by her son to find and capture them. They found the two boarding a Merchant ship in a small port town, Bors understanding they would never both escape, leapt from the boat the war cry of the knights on his lips “BLOOD, BLAST, AND FIRE, BLOOD BLAST AND FIRE!!” and engaged the twenty beasts with his sword and guile alone. He fought like a warrior poet; he fought like a Knight of Gærhialm, and sent several screaming to hell with the point of his blade. But he was overwhelmed and the last time that Balfuron saw his beloved tutor, Thorgest had buried his axe into his spine. Bors fell with a roar and with his last dying breath carved the cheek of the false king, forever marking his treachery to the world. Balfuron openly wept as the ship sailed to lands unknown. The ship docked on the shore of Salamadastron and Balfuron disembarked, wile the merchant was bartering with the hares that lived in the mountain. Balfuron walked into the forest determined to find his death. He sought out vermin where ever he could, killing them without quarter, without honor abandoning his Tenants and becoming a beast armed and nothing else. It was stumbling on Redwall abbey that shocked his soul and brought him back from the brink of total self destruction. The place reminded him of the chapter house where he grew up, not so much in looks but in soul, each beast aided one another, bettered their and all others around them lives with no thought to selfish desires. This gave him hope and with a heavy heart, he approached the walls and offered his services however they were to the abbey matron.
Rp Sample- The night was cold and cloudless, crickets had just begun their nightly chorus, the wind was light and comfortable and there was just the lightest dusting of snow in the air. The moon shone brightly, like a great eye of silver over the land, Balfuron and Bors sparred high on the castle walls in that light. Sweat poured down their golden fur and their breaths came in thick ragged gasps as they circled one another. “Give up old man!” Balfuron laughed “you don’t stand a chance, I’ve disarmed you what more can you do!” Balfurons triumphant sneer was quickly erased as Bors with a heavy gauntleted fist and a sweep of his leg flattened the prince in a matter of seconds. “Never underestimate your enemy! The best fighter I have ever met was a peasant with a quarterstaff, remember that!” Bors reached down and helped Balfuron to his feet, just then the thick acidic smell of smoke filled both their nostrils. Balfuron was the first to see it “The chapter house is aflame!! Those are royal guards holding shut the doors!! OUR COUNTRYMEN!!” with a roar Balfuron ceased his mace and started for the stairs. With a heavy blow from his blades pommel to the back of the head Bors sent Balfuron into darkness. Grabbing the prince and hefting him over one shoulder, then making sure to gather their weapons and swipe the food they had been eating from the walls as to prevent any sign of their presence. Quietly he whispered to himself “So it has begun.!” and he begun the funeral prayer for them all “Lo there do I see my Mother, Lo there do I see my Father, Lo there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them In the halls of eternity where the brave may live forever!. Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name! Farwell my brothers, I will one day see you again.” The without another moments pause Bors started down the ramparts staircase and toward the city gates.
Age- 29
Birth Date- December 5th
Gender-Male
Species-Golden Hamster
Occupation and Home-Prince, Knight Of Gærhialm, Gonderfas(The Great Hamster City)
Alignment-Chaotic Good
Appearance- Burly and solid in both bone and muscle Balfuron carries himself tall and with the aura of royalty. Lustrous Golden fur covers his whole body from his head down to his foot paws, over his massive barrel chest, and thick trunk-like limbs. A long black stripe runs diagonally from his forehead down through his left eye giving it an almost patch like quality. His most striking feature however is his eyes; the left is Electric Blue, like bull lightning trapped in an ancient glacier. His right is a flaming jaded green, like an emerald lit by the rolling fires of an erupting volcano. His teeth are a perfect Pearline white and seem to shine in the daylight and his nails are jet black like chips of onyx. First he wears a black silken vest, and padded undergarment. With a green hauberk of chain mail, steel breast plate, Houndskull Bascinet Helmet, black leather belt, bronze codpiece, steel gauntlets, leg plates, chain skirt, leather boots and black tabard carrying the crest of his family (A flanged mace crossed by two long swords in the center of a sun) over those. Then a golden cloak of the most brilliant fabric on which scenes of great battles sown with black silk rests on his shoulders. He always carries a smile on his blond cheeks and grows two big dimples on either side of his mouth when he does so.
Personality- Balfuron tries to live up to his late father’s virtues and strives to be just and fair. His temper however delays the day when he will. He is a jovial, merry beast and loves to drink, write poetry, dance, sing, and tell stories. His voice was legendary in his homeland and although his voice hasn’t changed the songs he now sings carry a heavy tone of misery. He especially loves a good wrestling match and is a good sport when he loses or wins. He carries with him a great personal sadness, and feels like he abandoned his father and country. His one great vow is that he will return to his country; unseat his step brother and take back his throne in his father’s name. He despises vermin of all types and holds a special hatred for rats in his heart, however he still offers them the same courtesies that he gives to any beast. He is chivalrous and kind following a strict code of conduct that governs his whole life. One: To serve the liege lord in valor and faith, Two: To protect the weak and defenseless, Three: To give succor to widows and orphans, Four: To refrain from the wanton giving of offence, Five: To live by honor and for glory, Six: To despise pecuniary reward, Seven: To fight for the welfare of all, Eight: To guard the honor of fellow knights, Nine: To eschew unfairness, meanness and deceit, Ten: To keep faith, Eleven: At all times to speak the truth, Twelve: To persevere to the end in any enterprise begun, Thirteen: To respect the honor of women, Fourteen: Never to refuse a challenge from an equal, Fifteen: Never to turn the back upon a foe, and Sixteen: To obey those placed in authority. These are the tenets of his honor and he will not deviate from them under any circumstance even if it means personal harm to himself.
Strengths:
• He is a great brawler and a deadly combatant with his mace and many other weapons.
• He is very Strong, has great Endurance and personal Willpower.
• He possesses a firm tactical mind and is well versed in warfare.
• He is an amazing singer, dancer, writer and storyteller.
Character Weaknesses:
• He follows his Code and will not break the tenants even if it means personal harm to him.
• He refuses to engage in subterfuge or ambush.
• He collects no wealth owning only what he carries with him.
• He has a bad temper that he is mostly able to keep in check but sometimes he loses control of himself.
• Will never use bows or any weapon where he cannot see his enemy’s eyes wile fighting them.
Weaponry: A Steel Flanged Mace he calls “Almace”, A Spiked Steel Shield (with the crest of his family on the front), and a Long Sword.
Parents: Wargum Redrought Asgrim Harmail (Father, Deceased, Poisoned), Groa Inga Harmail (Mother, Deceased, died during childbirth), Hordana Runa Harmail (Step Mother)
Siblings: Thorgest Skjaldulf Enair (Step Brother)
Other Relationships: Bors Rangfast Hroar Skallagrim (Teacher and Bodyguard, Deceased, Murdered)
History: Balfuron was born the only son of Wargum King of Gonderfas his mother Groa died after childbirth only seeing her son once before passing. His father Wargum was the head of the Knights of Gærhialm (An order created at the Gonderfas conception to defend its self from any who might threaten it) was so overcome with grief he was unable to look at his son without thinking of his one love. So as soon as Balfuron was able to walk he was taken away to be raised by the order. Given endless instruction in lessons of war battle tactics and personal combat, as well as song, writing and dance Balfurn grew in culture as well as combat skill. He rose quickly in the ranks of the order thanks almost exclusively to the tutelage of his bodyguard Bors. Who trained him in personal combat, the Code, and what carrying those tenants in ones life meant to a Knight of Gærhialm. He was given the rank of Knight in a great ceremony and in that ceremony his father Wargum also announced that he was marrying Hordana Runa and making her his queen. She was beautiful as she was deceitful, constantly scheming and plotting wooing the kind with temptations of the flesh and herbs to keep him witless. When her son Thorgest from a previous lover came back from battle abroad she almost at once began buying or blackmailing the cities barons to her side cementing her control over the court and paving the way for her sons ascension to power. Balfuron remained oblivious to the scheme and continued his training outside the royal castle in the Gærhialm chapter house. Until the day Hordana’s plans reached fruition, late during the night wile giving Wargun his nightly tonic she slipped poisonous nightshade into the brew and by morning the king was dead. During that time she had her personal guard and a horde of mercenaries lead by her son who were loyal to her round up the barons still loyal to the king and kill them and their families while they slept. She then used the remaining barons to appoint her son King and sent a large contingent of men to kill the knights and the king in their chapter house. Late that night as they had done every night Bors and Balfuron were sparring on the ramparts and watched in horror as the doors to the house were barred and the building put to the torch. The screams of the dying knights pierced the night air mingling with the sound of crackling flame adding to the horrors of the already dark day. Bors understanding that a coupe had begun knocked Balfuron unconscious to prevent his brash heart from seeking immediate vengeance and fled the city. The Queen enraged by the failure of her men to kill the one threat to her plan, ser out her own elite honor guard spearheaded by her son to find and capture them. They found the two boarding a Merchant ship in a small port town, Bors understanding they would never both escape, leapt from the boat the war cry of the knights on his lips “BLOOD, BLAST, AND FIRE, BLOOD BLAST AND FIRE!!” and engaged the twenty beasts with his sword and guile alone. He fought like a warrior poet; he fought like a Knight of Gærhialm, and sent several screaming to hell with the point of his blade. But he was overwhelmed and the last time that Balfuron saw his beloved tutor, Thorgest had buried his axe into his spine. Bors fell with a roar and with his last dying breath carved the cheek of the false king, forever marking his treachery to the world. Balfuron openly wept as the ship sailed to lands unknown. The ship docked on the shore of Salamadastron and Balfuron disembarked, wile the merchant was bartering with the hares that lived in the mountain. Balfuron walked into the forest determined to find his death. He sought out vermin where ever he could, killing them without quarter, without honor abandoning his Tenants and becoming a beast armed and nothing else. It was stumbling on Redwall abbey that shocked his soul and brought him back from the brink of total self destruction. The place reminded him of the chapter house where he grew up, not so much in looks but in soul, each beast aided one another, bettered their and all others around them lives with no thought to selfish desires. This gave him hope and with a heavy heart, he approached the walls and offered his services however they were to the abbey matron.
Rp Sample- The night was cold and cloudless, crickets had just begun their nightly chorus, the wind was light and comfortable and there was just the lightest dusting of snow in the air. The moon shone brightly, like a great eye of silver over the land, Balfuron and Bors sparred high on the castle walls in that light. Sweat poured down their golden fur and their breaths came in thick ragged gasps as they circled one another. “Give up old man!” Balfuron laughed “you don’t stand a chance, I’ve disarmed you what more can you do!” Balfurons triumphant sneer was quickly erased as Bors with a heavy gauntleted fist and a sweep of his leg flattened the prince in a matter of seconds. “Never underestimate your enemy! The best fighter I have ever met was a peasant with a quarterstaff, remember that!” Bors reached down and helped Balfuron to his feet, just then the thick acidic smell of smoke filled both their nostrils. Balfuron was the first to see it “The chapter house is aflame!! Those are royal guards holding shut the doors!! OUR COUNTRYMEN!!” with a roar Balfuron ceased his mace and started for the stairs. With a heavy blow from his blades pommel to the back of the head Bors sent Balfuron into darkness. Grabbing the prince and hefting him over one shoulder, then making sure to gather their weapons and swipe the food they had been eating from the walls as to prevent any sign of their presence. Quietly he whispered to himself “So it has begun.!” and he begun the funeral prayer for them all “Lo there do I see my Mother, Lo there do I see my Father, Lo there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them In the halls of eternity where the brave may live forever!. Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name! Farwell my brothers, I will one day see you again.” The without another moments pause Bors started down the ramparts staircase and toward the city gates.
