Post by signasul on Dec 20, 2008 10:23:09 GMT -5
Name: Varelo
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Polecat
Physical Appearance: Tallish, orange/brown fur, a cream yellow strip that spreads from his bottom lip down over his chest and belly spreading out along his inner legs and the base of his tail, with a black tip at the end of his tail. There is a deep scare down the right side of his back from a sword wound that nearly killed him. His eyes are a deep blue and there is a white spot in the middle of his belly, a birth mark of sorts. He has a green tunic and a blue arm band.
Personality: While naturally angry, he is when he feels like it very kind and considerate. He tries to keep violent out bursts to a minimum, and is desperately trying to atone for his past transgressions, often to the point of being overly apologetic, then if the person who he is apologizing to declines the apology, he will become very upset, then of coarse, start to apologize again. He isn’t very much used to abbey life yet, but he is trying.
Weapons and Personal Items: No weapons, unless he needs to then he’ll get one, but he got rid of his own. He has a silver wrist-ban given to him by his father, it is the only reminder that he keeps to remember where he came from.
Job: Anything that anyone needs help with, he’s handy with weapon repair and blacksmithing.
Weaknesses/Strengths: He can become violent, and angry if people miss treat him, he gives respect, and expects respect back. He is skilled in hand to hand and weapons, he is also good a using bows. He is of average strength, and high stamina, but he can get thingyy, and he has a problem controlling his anger.
History: He grew up in a horde, his father was a feared war lord, yet a loving parent, who strove to educate his son, even when it was in the dealings of death. But at the age of 11 he got separated from his fathers army and wander the countryside until stumbling into Mossflower, then eventually Redwall, were he has attempted to live ever sense.
Relationships: none, except his father, where ever he may be.
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Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Polecat
Physical Appearance: Tallish, orange/brown fur, a cream yellow strip that spreads from his bottom lip down over his chest and belly spreading out along his inner legs and the base of his tail, with a black tip at the end of his tail. There is a deep scare down the right side of his back from a sword wound that nearly killed him. His eyes are a deep blue and there is a white spot in the middle of his belly, a birth mark of sorts. He has a green tunic and a blue arm band.
Personality: While naturally angry, he is when he feels like it very kind and considerate. He tries to keep violent out bursts to a minimum, and is desperately trying to atone for his past transgressions, often to the point of being overly apologetic, then if the person who he is apologizing to declines the apology, he will become very upset, then of coarse, start to apologize again. He isn’t very much used to abbey life yet, but he is trying.
Weapons and Personal Items: No weapons, unless he needs to then he’ll get one, but he got rid of his own. He has a silver wrist-ban given to him by his father, it is the only reminder that he keeps to remember where he came from.
Job: Anything that anyone needs help with, he’s handy with weapon repair and blacksmithing.
Weaknesses/Strengths: He can become violent, and angry if people miss treat him, he gives respect, and expects respect back. He is skilled in hand to hand and weapons, he is also good a using bows. He is of average strength, and high stamina, but he can get thingyy, and he has a problem controlling his anger.
History: He grew up in a horde, his father was a feared war lord, yet a loving parent, who strove to educate his son, even when it was in the dealings of death. But at the age of 11 he got separated from his fathers army and wander the countryside until stumbling into Mossflower, then eventually Redwall, were he has attempted to live ever sense.
Relationships: none, except his father, where ever he may be.
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