Post by lootenant on Jan 23, 2009 21:10:42 GMT -5
Name: Pike 'Loot' Thunderpaw
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Seasons
Species: Otter
Occupation: Fisherman/Scout (Able to handle weapons well)
Physical Appearance: Loot stands almost half a head taller than the average otter, and has long, powerful arms, legs, and tail. He's clad in a loose dark green tunic, and torn trousers that seem to be dragged everywhere he goes. He has dark, bark brown-like eyes, and wears a worn and old brown tricorner lazily across his head. Under his tunic, although, is a thin chainmail which he 'retrieved' from past imprisoners.
Possessions: Apart from his cherished tricorner hat, (( www.besttoysngames.com/images/PIRATE-COLONIAL-TRI-CORNER-HAT-13455.jpg )), he also carries a sling, his chainmail and lance on him. Apart from his weapons and such, he has an old slinged bag which he carries on himself. He also has a small riverboat, which he kept in a nearby stream, concealed. Its been left there for several weeks, and is depending that the hiding spot is good enough to keep people from not noticing.
Personality: He's the otter of the group that is usually known to 'lighten' the mood up. He's bashful, but serious when the situation calls for it. Apart from his cheerful and funny side, he has a silent side on him, most of the time when he is like this, he loafs around being lazy, not saying a word. He's also a bit out of character sometimes, refering to Texxeth as his 'big brotha' and his best mate.
Strengths: His eyesight, and keen senses is what makes Loot stand out from a group of otters. He has very, good lower-body strength in his legs. His reactions are top-notch aswell, and isn't easily distracted. He also thinks too much, probably for his own good, so his mother used to say, he remembers.[/color]
Weaknesses: Although (as the strengths listed above) he is quite experienced for his age, his weakness is his complete trust to literally anyone; whether it be a mate from when he was a young otter, to someone he met on the spur of the moment; he doesn't expect anyone to betray him and such, or expects anyone to let him down. He also, from time to time, surpesses his anger, and when he blows off steam...he blows off steam, taking no notice of everything else around him. Apart from that, he gets himself into injuries and the like more easily that other beasts do -He once broke his paw while fixing his mast on his boat, and later his other paw, all the while trying to tend to his first broken paw-.
History: Loot has a long, history. He remembers every single second of it, all with a sobering smile. (I will only mention his recent history)
Just a few seasons ago, he and his mates, Sol, Wulf, and Torin, departed from the 'tribe' from which they belonged to, south of Mossflower woods. They departed with a newly crafted riverboat, tools, weapons, and grub for their adventure. They traveled west, only to realize their mistake to late- a ship full of searats layed at the end of their route.
Eventually, through a short and furious skirmish between the four and the three-score rats (leaving several of the rats dead, with Wulf dead) Loot's group lost, and were captured by the vermin. Several long, days passed, and they were fed little to nothing.
Until one day, Sol untied themselves from the tree upon which they were tied to. As if on que, the rats noticed immeadiatly when the three were free. The three, exhausted, and weak, had no chance to outrun them or defeat them head-on. With a weak smile, Sol beckoned for Loot and Torin to go, while he distracted the vermins. They argued for no more than a second, before Loot and Torin left, regret-bitten.
It wasn't long until their hunger and fatigue got to them. Torin collasped a while forward, right when the rats were done with Sol and changed their course for the other two escapees. Loot and Torin exchanged sober, depressing words before Torin himself, beckoned for Loot to go, telling him that if atleast one of them made it, Sol's save wouldn't be in vain. Loot, teary-eyed, honored both of his mate's wishes, and fled. The memory still haunts him until now, thinking of a way they could have escaped without any of them perishing.
After the incident, he roamed north-wards, and is currently 'roaming' the area between Salamandastron and Redwall abbey. After his second week of roaming the North, he met Texxeth through laughs; he found the lizard trying to eat the raw bark of a tree. Seeing as he was not familiar with trees, he greeted himself, and they became fast friends.
Relationships: He travels with his scaley lizard friend, Texxeth. ((Profile/Form below))
Other: Not much.
((Just saw that you could have Lizards in as a playable species.
Haven't seen them in any books that I've read, so I'll take a shot at one))
Name: Texxeth
Gender: Male
Age: 40 Seasons
Species: Lizard.
Occupation: Nomad, Cook (Able with his sling)
Physical Appearance: Texxeth's scales cover his entire body, they're a dark, fading green with brown hue on the edges. He wears a brown loose tunic, with knee-high boots.
Possessions: Besides the clothes on his scaley back, Texxeth has a strapped, slim dagger on his lower back, going horizontally. He also carries a sling, tied about his hip.
Personality: Texxeth is quiet, and silent. He keeps to himself in the presence of others, but is usually talkative near Loot. He has a tendancy to lisp, aswell.
Strengths: One of Texxeth's amazing talents is to be able to keep still, and silent, even if he is just behind a beast. He also has keen eyesight, and has strong upper-body strength for a lizard.
Weaknesses: The only thing thats against Texxeth is his speed. While he is on per on speed, he's sluggish in his reactions.
History: Even though Texxeth and Loot have known eachother for the last several seasons, Loot never bothered to ask about Texxeth's past, except once, but Texxeth ignored the question sulkly.
All he does know is that Texxeth was apart of a village farther South from where his own tribe was, possibly located in the desert. Also, from his appearance, he appears to be a nomab/roamer for some time, possibly a season or two.
What he doesn't know, is that Texxeth's recent past was identical to his.
After doing the rituals to become one of his tribe's true 'Lizard', he went off to collect nearby plants, and edible things, to prepare for his share of the feast to be had food; he went off, with the official Cook of the tribe, along with two expert scouts from the tribe. After several hours in the desert, searching for whatever there was to be edible, the sand underneath them began to shift.
As it calmed down, a serpant exploded from beneath the sand, swallowing one of the scouts whole. In a mad rush -and literally defenceless- they hoarded nearby stones and flinged it at the serpent. Doing little to no damage and rather engulfing it in rage, the serpant thrashed wildly, snapping its venomous jaws at the Cook. The Cook, however slow, dodged the majority of the attack.
The snake, enraged, flicked its tail towards Texxeth and the Cook, launching them back several yards. Not taking notice of them, he devoured the other scout. Not moving where they were, the two waited until night to begin their move again.
Completely exhausted, and slowly, they lost their path in the darkness. They decided to wait underneath a dune to rest until morning.
Texxeth awoke next to a dead Cook, most likely from the wound he recieved earlier yesterday. Grim and fatigued, Texxeth traveled what seemed to be a thousand seasons north, until he reached a strange, foreign place with...trees, or so they called them. After seeing what looked like an edible fruit, Texxeth clumsily reached forward, and before long, was met by an otter, Loot.
Relationships: He is a close friend of Loot.
Other: Even though Texxeth may be overall very different from most creatures in Mossflower, he is an excellent cook, obserbing the recipes the beasts use in Mossflower and surrounding area.
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Seasons
Species: Otter
Occupation: Fisherman/Scout (Able to handle weapons well)
Physical Appearance: Loot stands almost half a head taller than the average otter, and has long, powerful arms, legs, and tail. He's clad in a loose dark green tunic, and torn trousers that seem to be dragged everywhere he goes. He has dark, bark brown-like eyes, and wears a worn and old brown tricorner lazily across his head. Under his tunic, although, is a thin chainmail which he 'retrieved' from past imprisoners.
Possessions: Apart from his cherished tricorner hat, (( www.besttoysngames.com/images/PIRATE-COLONIAL-TRI-CORNER-HAT-13455.jpg )), he also carries a sling, his chainmail and lance on him. Apart from his weapons and such, he has an old slinged bag which he carries on himself. He also has a small riverboat, which he kept in a nearby stream, concealed. Its been left there for several weeks, and is depending that the hiding spot is good enough to keep people from not noticing.
Personality: He's the otter of the group that is usually known to 'lighten' the mood up. He's bashful, but serious when the situation calls for it. Apart from his cheerful and funny side, he has a silent side on him, most of the time when he is like this, he loafs around being lazy, not saying a word. He's also a bit out of character sometimes, refering to Texxeth as his 'big brotha' and his best mate.
Strengths: His eyesight, and keen senses is what makes Loot stand out from a group of otters. He has very, good lower-body strength in his legs. His reactions are top-notch aswell, and isn't easily distracted. He also thinks too much, probably for his own good, so his mother used to say, he remembers.[/color]
Weaknesses: Although (as the strengths listed above) he is quite experienced for his age, his weakness is his complete trust to literally anyone; whether it be a mate from when he was a young otter, to someone he met on the spur of the moment; he doesn't expect anyone to betray him and such, or expects anyone to let him down. He also, from time to time, surpesses his anger, and when he blows off steam...he blows off steam, taking no notice of everything else around him. Apart from that, he gets himself into injuries and the like more easily that other beasts do -He once broke his paw while fixing his mast on his boat, and later his other paw, all the while trying to tend to his first broken paw-.
History: Loot has a long, history. He remembers every single second of it, all with a sobering smile. (I will only mention his recent history)
Just a few seasons ago, he and his mates, Sol, Wulf, and Torin, departed from the 'tribe' from which they belonged to, south of Mossflower woods. They departed with a newly crafted riverboat, tools, weapons, and grub for their adventure. They traveled west, only to realize their mistake to late- a ship full of searats layed at the end of their route.
Eventually, through a short and furious skirmish between the four and the three-score rats (leaving several of the rats dead, with Wulf dead) Loot's group lost, and were captured by the vermin. Several long, days passed, and they were fed little to nothing.
Until one day, Sol untied themselves from the tree upon which they were tied to. As if on que, the rats noticed immeadiatly when the three were free. The three, exhausted, and weak, had no chance to outrun them or defeat them head-on. With a weak smile, Sol beckoned for Loot and Torin to go, while he distracted the vermins. They argued for no more than a second, before Loot and Torin left, regret-bitten.
It wasn't long until their hunger and fatigue got to them. Torin collasped a while forward, right when the rats were done with Sol and changed their course for the other two escapees. Loot and Torin exchanged sober, depressing words before Torin himself, beckoned for Loot to go, telling him that if atleast one of them made it, Sol's save wouldn't be in vain. Loot, teary-eyed, honored both of his mate's wishes, and fled. The memory still haunts him until now, thinking of a way they could have escaped without any of them perishing.
After the incident, he roamed north-wards, and is currently 'roaming' the area between Salamandastron and Redwall abbey. After his second week of roaming the North, he met Texxeth through laughs; he found the lizard trying to eat the raw bark of a tree. Seeing as he was not familiar with trees, he greeted himself, and they became fast friends.
Relationships: He travels with his scaley lizard friend, Texxeth. ((Profile/Form below))
Other: Not much.
((Just saw that you could have Lizards in as a playable species.
Haven't seen them in any books that I've read, so I'll take a shot at one))Name: Texxeth
Gender: Male
Age: 40 Seasons
Species: Lizard.
Occupation: Nomad, Cook (Able with his sling)
Physical Appearance: Texxeth's scales cover his entire body, they're a dark, fading green with brown hue on the edges. He wears a brown loose tunic, with knee-high boots.
Possessions: Besides the clothes on his scaley back, Texxeth has a strapped, slim dagger on his lower back, going horizontally. He also carries a sling, tied about his hip.
Personality: Texxeth is quiet, and silent. He keeps to himself in the presence of others, but is usually talkative near Loot. He has a tendancy to lisp, aswell.
Strengths: One of Texxeth's amazing talents is to be able to keep still, and silent, even if he is just behind a beast. He also has keen eyesight, and has strong upper-body strength for a lizard.
Weaknesses: The only thing thats against Texxeth is his speed. While he is on per on speed, he's sluggish in his reactions.
History: Even though Texxeth and Loot have known eachother for the last several seasons, Loot never bothered to ask about Texxeth's past, except once, but Texxeth ignored the question sulkly.
All he does know is that Texxeth was apart of a village farther South from where his own tribe was, possibly located in the desert. Also, from his appearance, he appears to be a nomab/roamer for some time, possibly a season or two.
What he doesn't know, is that Texxeth's recent past was identical to his.
After doing the rituals to become one of his tribe's true 'Lizard', he went off to collect nearby plants, and edible things, to prepare for his share of the feast to be had food; he went off, with the official Cook of the tribe, along with two expert scouts from the tribe. After several hours in the desert, searching for whatever there was to be edible, the sand underneath them began to shift.
As it calmed down, a serpant exploded from beneath the sand, swallowing one of the scouts whole. In a mad rush -and literally defenceless- they hoarded nearby stones and flinged it at the serpent. Doing little to no damage and rather engulfing it in rage, the serpant thrashed wildly, snapping its venomous jaws at the Cook. The Cook, however slow, dodged the majority of the attack.
The snake, enraged, flicked its tail towards Texxeth and the Cook, launching them back several yards. Not taking notice of them, he devoured the other scout. Not moving where they were, the two waited until night to begin their move again.
Completely exhausted, and slowly, they lost their path in the darkness. They decided to wait underneath a dune to rest until morning.
Texxeth awoke next to a dead Cook, most likely from the wound he recieved earlier yesterday. Grim and fatigued, Texxeth traveled what seemed to be a thousand seasons north, until he reached a strange, foreign place with...trees, or so they called them. After seeing what looked like an edible fruit, Texxeth clumsily reached forward, and before long, was met by an otter, Loot.
Relationships: He is a close friend of Loot.
Other: Even though Texxeth may be overall very different from most creatures in Mossflower, he is an excellent cook, obserbing the recipes the beasts use in Mossflower and surrounding area.
