Post by Tirael on Nov 5, 2008 1:36:52 GMT -5
Name: Tirael
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: River otter
Occupation: Infirmary worker; typically gathers herbs and works with them to create medicines. When traveling, he usually serves as the medic of the group, as well as the plant expert.
Physical Appearance: Has mostly chocolate-brown fur, with a creamy underbelly that ends at the base of his neck. He isn't remarkably beefy, and he isn't fat. He is slim, strong but slender, and is a little short. He doesn't usually walk around smiling, and somebody who didn't know him might think that he was sad most of the time. While in the abbey, he wears a typical light-green habit and sandals. On the occasion that he plans to go out into Mossflower for more than a few minutes, he swaps his habit for a dark green, sleeveless tunic and a dark blue traveling cloak. If he is out to gather herbs for the infirmary, he also takes a small burlap sidebag.
Possessions: Aside from his clothing, Tirael doesn't claim possession of much. Most of what he works with is borrowed, and he shares it with other creatures working in the Abbey. He has a small clasp for his cloak: it is made of gold and silver with a small blue stone set in the center. It is old, and flecked with scratches and impurities caused by its age. While attending to his business in the abbey, he can almost certainly be found with some sort of herb, bottle, or anything of the sort. He is also frequently reading some book, which he often keeps in his dormitory room until he has finished with it.
Personality: Tirael is awkward in conversation with others, having trouble starting or maintaining a good flow of talk. He isn't the most outgoing otter, often on the sidelines until approached by somebeast. He is too shy to start most conversations unless there is an important reason to speak to another creature, and becomes fidgety when forced into socialization himself. He also has an odd sense of humor that surfaces in rare cases. It is generally met with confusion, which discourages Tirael from socializing anymore. He reads a great deal, giving him an unusually proper form of speech. This promotes his image as unusual, and makes him retreat even more. He is easily hurt, having a fear of being actively disliked by others. He has trouble recognizing friends, and will typically retreat to himself. He is very loyal to Redwall, however, and will overcome his withdrawn nature to help when another Abbeydweller needs him.
Strengths: Having read so much, Tirael is very knowledgeable about plants, herbs, and nature in general. He has a natural affinity for this field, and amplifies it by learning as much as he can. He is also very loyal, and can show unexpected bursts of bravery when somebody he cares about is threatened.
Weaknesses: Tirael is very uncomfortable socializing with others, and when he tries to join a conversation, he often succeeds only in confusing and alienating everyone (at least in his eyes). He is very easily hurt, and may victimize himself on occasion. However, he doesn't divulge this; when upset, he becomes silent and curt. In combat situations, he lacks any real knowledge of how to fight, being a peaceable creature at heart. In a fight, he is more of a liability than an asset.
History: Tirael was born in a small holt in the south of Mossflower. He lived with his family for five years there, and from what he can remember, it was a close family. A week before his fifth birthday, a large band of Juska attacked his home. His parents and sister were killed, though they fought desperately. Tirael's mother managed to hide him in a hollow trunk nearby; too scared to cry or move, he witnessed the vermin slaughter the only creatures he had ever known.
Without a family, Tirael spent two years alone, wandering north without really knowing where to go. He found help with a few nice woodlanders along the way, though he never stayed anywhere for over a week or so. At the end of his strength, he ran smack into a tribe of river rats. In the ensuing chase, his right arm was cut open by an arrow, he was bruised, battered, and hit by a slingstone to the head. He fell at this point, breaking his left footpaw in the process. Unable to move, he was sure he was about to die; only the timely arrival of a group of Redwallers kept him from joining his family in the Dark Forest.
After spending over a week in the infirmary, Tirael remained quiet and confused, as he couldn't remember anything before the chase. He only began remembering a season later, an event that did little to make him open up to the rest of the abbey. He never gave very specific details of his pre-abbey life to anybody, and some wonder if her remembers anything specific at all.
Tirael tried his paw at several different jobs in the abbey, but never seemed to click with any of them. He found his passion in herbs while on a brief Mossflower expedition to gather some. After this revelation, he applied himself diligently, and soon became an invaluable infirmary brother. He has worked in this capacity for six and a half years. At this point, he has read a good deal of the abbey's references on herbs and healing, and as such he is also turning to the historical writings. While not an expert on this, he is more knowledgeable than most, and can be of assistance to creatures in need of either types of information. This has been his life since he came to Redwall, and he would never give it up for anything.
Relationships: Tirael hasn't formed notably close relationships with anybody in the abbey, as he tends to drift around and spread his efforts at friend-making too far and thin. If asked, he wouldn't be able to answer who was his closest friend; he really doesn't know.
Other: Tirael isn't generally a choice in combat situations, unless a healer would be useful enough to justify the difficulty of protecting him. He is a good person to consult when somebody needs to know about herbs or abbey history.
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: River otter
Occupation: Infirmary worker; typically gathers herbs and works with them to create medicines. When traveling, he usually serves as the medic of the group, as well as the plant expert.
Physical Appearance: Has mostly chocolate-brown fur, with a creamy underbelly that ends at the base of his neck. He isn't remarkably beefy, and he isn't fat. He is slim, strong but slender, and is a little short. He doesn't usually walk around smiling, and somebody who didn't know him might think that he was sad most of the time. While in the abbey, he wears a typical light-green habit and sandals. On the occasion that he plans to go out into Mossflower for more than a few minutes, he swaps his habit for a dark green, sleeveless tunic and a dark blue traveling cloak. If he is out to gather herbs for the infirmary, he also takes a small burlap sidebag.
Possessions: Aside from his clothing, Tirael doesn't claim possession of much. Most of what he works with is borrowed, and he shares it with other creatures working in the Abbey. He has a small clasp for his cloak: it is made of gold and silver with a small blue stone set in the center. It is old, and flecked with scratches and impurities caused by its age. While attending to his business in the abbey, he can almost certainly be found with some sort of herb, bottle, or anything of the sort. He is also frequently reading some book, which he often keeps in his dormitory room until he has finished with it.
Personality: Tirael is awkward in conversation with others, having trouble starting or maintaining a good flow of talk. He isn't the most outgoing otter, often on the sidelines until approached by somebeast. He is too shy to start most conversations unless there is an important reason to speak to another creature, and becomes fidgety when forced into socialization himself. He also has an odd sense of humor that surfaces in rare cases. It is generally met with confusion, which discourages Tirael from socializing anymore. He reads a great deal, giving him an unusually proper form of speech. This promotes his image as unusual, and makes him retreat even more. He is easily hurt, having a fear of being actively disliked by others. He has trouble recognizing friends, and will typically retreat to himself. He is very loyal to Redwall, however, and will overcome his withdrawn nature to help when another Abbeydweller needs him.
Strengths: Having read so much, Tirael is very knowledgeable about plants, herbs, and nature in general. He has a natural affinity for this field, and amplifies it by learning as much as he can. He is also very loyal, and can show unexpected bursts of bravery when somebody he cares about is threatened.
Weaknesses: Tirael is very uncomfortable socializing with others, and when he tries to join a conversation, he often succeeds only in confusing and alienating everyone (at least in his eyes). He is very easily hurt, and may victimize himself on occasion. However, he doesn't divulge this; when upset, he becomes silent and curt. In combat situations, he lacks any real knowledge of how to fight, being a peaceable creature at heart. In a fight, he is more of a liability than an asset.
History: Tirael was born in a small holt in the south of Mossflower. He lived with his family for five years there, and from what he can remember, it was a close family. A week before his fifth birthday, a large band of Juska attacked his home. His parents and sister were killed, though they fought desperately. Tirael's mother managed to hide him in a hollow trunk nearby; too scared to cry or move, he witnessed the vermin slaughter the only creatures he had ever known.
Without a family, Tirael spent two years alone, wandering north without really knowing where to go. He found help with a few nice woodlanders along the way, though he never stayed anywhere for over a week or so. At the end of his strength, he ran smack into a tribe of river rats. In the ensuing chase, his right arm was cut open by an arrow, he was bruised, battered, and hit by a slingstone to the head. He fell at this point, breaking his left footpaw in the process. Unable to move, he was sure he was about to die; only the timely arrival of a group of Redwallers kept him from joining his family in the Dark Forest.
After spending over a week in the infirmary, Tirael remained quiet and confused, as he couldn't remember anything before the chase. He only began remembering a season later, an event that did little to make him open up to the rest of the abbey. He never gave very specific details of his pre-abbey life to anybody, and some wonder if her remembers anything specific at all.
Tirael tried his paw at several different jobs in the abbey, but never seemed to click with any of them. He found his passion in herbs while on a brief Mossflower expedition to gather some. After this revelation, he applied himself diligently, and soon became an invaluable infirmary brother. He has worked in this capacity for six and a half years. At this point, he has read a good deal of the abbey's references on herbs and healing, and as such he is also turning to the historical writings. While not an expert on this, he is more knowledgeable than most, and can be of assistance to creatures in need of either types of information. This has been his life since he came to Redwall, and he would never give it up for anything.
Relationships: Tirael hasn't formed notably close relationships with anybody in the abbey, as he tends to drift around and spread his efforts at friend-making too far and thin. If asked, he wouldn't be able to answer who was his closest friend; he really doesn't know.
Other: Tirael isn't generally a choice in combat situations, unless a healer would be useful enough to justify the difficulty of protecting him. He is a good person to consult when somebody needs to know about herbs or abbey history.
