Post by Tirael on Dec 20, 2008 0:26:39 GMT -5
Name: Brush of Southsward
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Species: Squirrel
Occupation: Abbey defender/ scout
Physical Appearance: Brush is tall and slender, never allowing himself to become fat. He has a rather subdued fur color, a tannish-brown that isn't readily noticeable. His eyes always seem to be a little bit narrow, as though he were scrutinizing everything. His movements are quick, but not jerky. He wears a white, short-sleeved tunic under a maroon-colored vest. This is completed with a black, silver-buckled belt around his waist. Around his right paw is a simple length of brown string given to him by his parents; he wears it to remember them by. Whenever he is serving in his combat capacity, he carries a long, dark javelin with an iron tip. It has a soft sheen to it, like mahogany.
Possessions
Brush's spear, like his bracelet, both come from his home in Southsward. Aside from his clothes, he also owns a slim dagger and a black sheath for it. Along with this is a pouch to hold "whatever"; i.e. whatever the situation calls for.
Personality:
Brush isn't the kind of creature you'll generally catch in frivolous conversation. It's not that he's a jerk, but he's gotten used to speaking when he needs to. He is a proud soul, not pompous, but he defends his honor seriously. He also considers family an important aspect of his life, and will go that extra mile for loved ones.
Despite his seemingly loner-ish nature, he isn't devoid of humor. He will joke, though he doesn't walk around spouting off foolish nonsense at everybeast. He likes traveling, though he hasn't found himself dissatisfied at Redwall for a while. (Will he get the urge to leave? Let's find out.) He definitely was never made to be a scholar, but he has practical wit, and can survive in the wilderness without much of anything.
Strengths:
- Skilled in the use of spears/javelins etc.
- Skilled survivalist
- Excellent scout
Weaknesses:
- Somewhat impatient
- Also somewhat irascible
- Cares a little too much about honor
History:
Brush was born in Southsward to Jeran and Vanna. As Vanna was the sister of the king, Brush was fourth in line for the throne of Southsward, after his older brother and the two children of the king and queen. However, even as he was young, his parents knew he would have never been fit for the life of a king. He was far too free-spirited; he would have languished had be been restricted to his homeland.
Up until the point when he was 17, he lived in Southsward, learning the skills of war from the otter guard of Castle Floret. Though he was just average in the use of most weapons, he found a talent in the use of javelins and spears. Therefore, when he decided to go roaming, his mother presented him with two gifts. One is the javelin that he uses to this day; the other is the silken brown bracelet he wears on his right paw. After a hard goodbye, coupled with a promise to visit every few years, he set off north to see the world.
Three years of wandering later, he came across Mossflower. He hadn't just headed north, instead taking something of a zig-zag path so that he could see more. When the Abbey of Redwall came into his sights, it only took him as long as it took to remember the stories of a fabulous abbey before he was off running towards it. Other than one visit a few years ago, it has been his home since then.
Relationships:
- Father: Jeran
- Mother: Vanna
- Older Brother: Kerva
- Most of the people living in both Castle Floret and Redwall
Other
He might go off roaming sometime. Depends on my whim and if...certain events occur. Though far be it from me to venture a guess at what they might be.
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Species: Squirrel
Occupation: Abbey defender/ scout
Physical Appearance: Brush is tall and slender, never allowing himself to become fat. He has a rather subdued fur color, a tannish-brown that isn't readily noticeable. His eyes always seem to be a little bit narrow, as though he were scrutinizing everything. His movements are quick, but not jerky. He wears a white, short-sleeved tunic under a maroon-colored vest. This is completed with a black, silver-buckled belt around his waist. Around his right paw is a simple length of brown string given to him by his parents; he wears it to remember them by. Whenever he is serving in his combat capacity, he carries a long, dark javelin with an iron tip. It has a soft sheen to it, like mahogany.
Possessions
Brush's spear, like his bracelet, both come from his home in Southsward. Aside from his clothes, he also owns a slim dagger and a black sheath for it. Along with this is a pouch to hold "whatever"; i.e. whatever the situation calls for.
Personality:
Brush isn't the kind of creature you'll generally catch in frivolous conversation. It's not that he's a jerk, but he's gotten used to speaking when he needs to. He is a proud soul, not pompous, but he defends his honor seriously. He also considers family an important aspect of his life, and will go that extra mile for loved ones.
Despite his seemingly loner-ish nature, he isn't devoid of humor. He will joke, though he doesn't walk around spouting off foolish nonsense at everybeast. He likes traveling, though he hasn't found himself dissatisfied at Redwall for a while. (Will he get the urge to leave? Let's find out.) He definitely was never made to be a scholar, but he has practical wit, and can survive in the wilderness without much of anything.
Strengths:
- Skilled in the use of spears/javelins etc.
- Skilled survivalist
- Excellent scout
Weaknesses:
- Somewhat impatient
- Also somewhat irascible
- Cares a little too much about honor
History:
Brush was born in Southsward to Jeran and Vanna. As Vanna was the sister of the king, Brush was fourth in line for the throne of Southsward, after his older brother and the two children of the king and queen. However, even as he was young, his parents knew he would have never been fit for the life of a king. He was far too free-spirited; he would have languished had be been restricted to his homeland.
Up until the point when he was 17, he lived in Southsward, learning the skills of war from the otter guard of Castle Floret. Though he was just average in the use of most weapons, he found a talent in the use of javelins and spears. Therefore, when he decided to go roaming, his mother presented him with two gifts. One is the javelin that he uses to this day; the other is the silken brown bracelet he wears on his right paw. After a hard goodbye, coupled with a promise to visit every few years, he set off north to see the world.
Three years of wandering later, he came across Mossflower. He hadn't just headed north, instead taking something of a zig-zag path so that he could see more. When the Abbey of Redwall came into his sights, it only took him as long as it took to remember the stories of a fabulous abbey before he was off running towards it. Other than one visit a few years ago, it has been his home since then.
Relationships:
- Father: Jeran
- Mother: Vanna
- Older Brother: Kerva
- Most of the people living in both Castle Floret and Redwall
Other
He might go off roaming sometime. Depends on my whim and if...certain events occur. Though far be it from me to venture a guess at what they might be.
