Post by dragonnson on Apr 12, 2009 16:35:27 GMT -5
Name: Nayvar Seaspinner
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Species: Sea otter.
Occupation: He doesn’t really have an occupation- he is simply a rather bizarre wandering sea otter who hates all vermin.
Physical Appearance:
Nayvar is a strongly built sea otter, with dark brown shaggy fur, and thick, shaggy mane-like fur on his neck. His face is similar to Finnbarr Galedeep’s face, with long strands of fur similar to a beard, but they are not very shaggy. Nayvar has dark grey eyes that are rarely soft, even when his emotions are soft. His left ear is gone, so he can only hear with his right, but even that ear is losing some hearing abilities. This insures that during a loud occasion such as a battle, he hears next to nothing but the sound of steel against steel, and the screams of vermin. This makes it hard for anyone to tell him to retreat unless they are at his side, shouting in his ear.
Nayvar wears a mottled green tunic that hangs down just below his waist, and it is strapped around his waist by a thick black rope. His tunic is torn in several places, including his shoulders. From one’s observations it can be seen that the tunic once covered his arms, but the sleeves were ripped off long ago and now give the look of a mangy vagabond. Nayvar wears a thin piece of green cloth as a makeshift headband, and he has a ring in his right ear.
Nayvar has two scars: one skinny yet long scar is on his left cheek, and another large one is on his left leg.
Nayvar’s rudder is like a regular sea otter. It is probably the only ‘normal’ part of him.
Possessions
Nayvar has four weapons. One of them is strapped to his left side- it’s a single-edged slightly curved cutlass that he retrieved from a vermin carcass. On his right side he has a keen long dagger that he usually uses to skin with, to eat with, and sometimes to kill with as a last resort. His third weapon is a double-edged broadsword that he wears on his back, and his fourth weapon is a sling, his only long-distance weapon, which hangs beside his dagger. He has named his cutlass and broadsword- his cutlass is ‘Traitor’, and his broadsword he christened ‘Weaselwrath’. You will see why he has named his swords thus further on.
Other than weapons, Nayvar carries only a small pouch of minor belongings- a smooth rock, a bracelet, etc. No one knows much about why he carries such things.
Personality:
Nayvar is one of the most complicated creatures anyone could meet. He is a rough, wrathful otter at some times, and then he is a kind, soft-hearted creature at other times- yet no part of him ever betrays his feelings. His eyes do not betray a soft-heartedness no more than his actions betray an otter full of hatred. He is usually silent, but in his mind he is persistently hateful towards vermin. Creatures who see him usually take him for a strong, yet silent type of creature, and he is such a creature. But he is much more than that. His eyes can display a wisdom and experience even beyond his years, but wisdom is rarely noticed by those who first meet him, only experience. As one gets to know him, however, they discover secret treasuries of wisdom that are hidden beneath the silent face.
All this is when Nayvar is around others, however. When he is alone. He can act like a maniac, roaring out across the seas, pacing back and forth, shouting out insults to whoever can hear him. This is what makes him so complicated. He can be a silent type around other beasts, but when he is alone, he is a madbeast.
Another factor in Nayvar’s personality is that he is stubborn. Not unmoving, but stubborn. He will budge rarely; only when the creature trying to budge him has a liable reason. Nayvar is intolerant of beasts who think they are better than everyone else. That is one reason why no one who stays with Nayvar for a while is arrogant- he always makes them pay if they are. This includes Dibbuns. Although Nayvar is normally kind toward Dibbuns, he can be unrelenting if they are rude. So Dibbuns do not usually mess with him.
This is his personality at the moment. Someday, he may change. There may be hope for him to be a kind, polite Abbey beast after all. But at the moment he is not.
Also, he dislikes other otters. He doesn’t hate them, he just is suspicious of them and dislikes them. Read on and find out why.
Strengths:
Nayvar’s central strength is his skill with weapons. He has the deft and quick hands that most would envy. Even with the sling he can hit a nutshell fifty metres away. Nayvar’s second strength is his agility and speed. Although he cannot match the speed of a hare, he is very fast on his feet. In the water he is even faster. And his agility at climbing walls, or climbing trees, is unmatched by any except a squirrel. Nayvar’s third strength is his strategic mind- although he has been known to be a bit of a berserker, before a battle or any other time he is in his right mind he can create excellent strategies worthy of rivalling those even of a badger lord. All of Nayvar’s experience has added to being a very all-around skilful beast.
Weaknesses:
Nayvar’s first weaknesses are his short temper, and his stubbornness, as previously mentioned. He has a short temper compared to most creatures, and this has caused some to become somewhat bothered by him. His stubbornness has worked as a strength, but mainly as a weakness. If he is intent on doing something, no matter what, he will probably do it. Few can stand in his way from accomplishing whatever he desires to do. His second weakness is his lack of emotion in most matters. Although he can be soft-hearted, it is very rare. He also finds it hard to emotionally bond with any beast, in only a friendly relationship or a more serious relationship. This also makes it hard to get much out of him- he is usually quiet around other creatures and shuts his thoughts out from the rest of the world.
History:
Nayvar was born in Holt Waveslinger, as it was called by his father. He had three sisters and a brother named Aervin. Holt Waveslinger was placed on a small island just out of sight from the coast of Salamandastron. It was usually covered by clouds, which gave it a protection from vermin who roamed the seas freely in those days.
But one day, the cloud lifted, just as the ship Bloodwake ploughed through the seas in their direction. The ship was piloted by the weasel Keenang, a solitary sea roamer with a crew of sixty rats, ferrets, and stoats. Keenang immediately took a liking to the island and decided he wanted to possess it. He landed his ship on its beaches and raided Holt Waveslinger, killing every otter that stood in their path. Nayvar, Aervin, and an otter maid named Lilia fled the holt into a cove opposite the raiding vermin, where they found a small dugout canoe that they sailed away in, to the east.
Several hours passed, and the skies darkened as night came on. The threesome rowed as fast as they could to stay out from beneath the clouds, but to no avail. A huge storm erupted and tossed the canoe to and fro in the huge waves, which were as high as ships and would erupt like volcanoes. Aervin and Nayvar had been rowing, but now they lost their oars. As one huge wave crashed over the canoe, Lilia teetered and fell towards the sea. Aervin stood up, grabbed her hand, and pulled her back into the canoe. But as he did so, he lost his own balance and fell hard against the edge of the canoe. Knocked unconscious, he sank into the sea. Nayvar and Lilia clung close to each other as each wave came and went, and finally the storm had appeased its anger. In the finally calm seas, Nayvar found a piece of driftwood and used it as an oar, and he paddled away in the direction that seemed right. Soon they spotted land. When they came close enough, they leaped from their canoe and swam towards it. They dragged themselves up and lay there for several hours.
When dawn came, after they were rested, they got up and began walking north, along the shore, hoping to find a sign of life. It was not a hopeful path they walked. Both were weeping from the loss of the life-saver Aervin.
After a day of walking, when dusk approached, Nayvar finally found a small stream that led away from the ocean. They walked along it for only a half minute and had just entered a thin cluster of trees when suddenly Lilia let out a joyful cry and ran towards something further in. Nayvar followed her, and he soon realized that she had found a small cave in the ground beneath a large oak. It was to become their home. Nayvar and Lilia set about making it worth living in, and then they settled down together. They became mates, eventually, and had a two sons and two daughters before long.
One day, while Nayvar was walking along the shore, just a minute’s walk from their home, he spotted a ship on the horizon. He waited until he could see it clearly and realized it was the Bloodwake. He ran back to his wife and told her and the young otters to stay hidden. He grabbed a sling he had made throughout the years and went out to see what he could do.
The Bloodwake settled against the shore, and at least four score vermin poured onto the sand. Four rats bore among them a cage, which they settled on the ground. The sea otter spy could barely recognize that the captive within the cage was an old squirrel. He watched in horror as the vermin began taunting their captive, and tormenting him with words and with weapons. He watched with further horror as they began placing dried brush around the cage and set it to flame. The agonizing screams of the squirrel, mixed with the laughter and jeering of the vermin, almost caused Nayvar to puke in disgust. He lay hidden behind some bulrushes and wondered what he could do. He didn’t have to wait for long. Two ferrets discovered movement and began walking towards him. Nayvar loaded his sling and slew the first ferret with a single throw. The second one was faster than his comrade, however, and swung his cutlass down at Nayvar. Nayvar rolled aside and swung a loaded sling upwards, which thudded against the ferret’s head and knocked him unconscious. Immediately Nayvar was set upon by the whole vermin crew.
Nayvar thought he was going to die that day- but he didn’t. As he fought for his life with only a loaded sling, he heard voices behind him. They were hares. Soon an entire patrol of hares were attacking the vermin, and they sent them packing back to their ship. The hares saved Nayvar’s life, but Nayvar’s life would never be the same. From then on he held an anger against all vermin- although he knew not the old squirrel’s name, the squirrel would always be in his memory, and Nayvar wished to avenge that horrible death. He went back to his home, but spoke no words to his Lilia or their children.
Several weeks later, on a beautiful summer day, Nayvar went out deeper into the forest to collect blackberries. He did not know what that small act would cost him. When he returned, he found his home pillaged and burned, and the carcasses of his beautiful mate, Lilia, and their four otter children. It is said that he spent the whole night uttering curses against the vermin and swearing oaths that he would slay every last one. He set out the next morning to pursue them, but the ship that they had come in was gone. He never knew who had killed his beloved family (although he made a correct guess that it was the Bloodwake) - all he knew was they were vermin. It is believed that was the beginning of his odd, solitary, somewhat mad behaviour. All Nayvar had left was a sling.
At that time, (in human years) he was 20. For the next five years he lived in the same home, but then he set out from it to seek his future elsewhere. During those five years he faced countless vermin attacks, but he fought off each one. At least thirty different ships had come his way. This was what made him such a seasoned warrior. Only a day after his family died, he went walking along the shore, uttering curses against vermin, when he found a fox, still half-alive, lying on the beach. Nayvar killed him without pity and took the fox’s cutlass. He soon became skilled with it and named it Traitor. He named it that because he felt he had been betrayed- perhaps from his growing madness, he felt his own otter kin had sent the Bloodwake upon him. He began to dislike other otters. Not hate them, just feel suspicious and dislike them.
As time went on he ventured along- with his sling and cutlass; nothing more. He journeyed along the coast, fighting vermin where he could. It was during his many adventures as a wanderer along the coast that he obtained his many scars and his dagger, and it was also during these times that his hatred grew for vermin, and he grew madder. His experience was growing also. Late in the second year of his wanderings he came upon the great badger mountain, Salamandastron. It was there that he was given his broadsword- he named it Weaselwrath in revenge against the weasel Keenang. Then he started wandering again. He finally came upon Redwall Abbey, after fighting a band of rats in Mossflower Woods. He was injured by them and taken into the abbey, into the infirmary. Right after he got out of the infirmary is when I would like to begin his tale, if that’s alright. Or maybe I should begin it when he fights the rats.
Relationships:
None yet since Lilia and his otter children died.
Other
Is it possible that Keenang created a castle on the old Holt Waveslinger and became a warlord of some sort?
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Species: Sea otter.
Occupation: He doesn’t really have an occupation- he is simply a rather bizarre wandering sea otter who hates all vermin.
Physical Appearance:
Nayvar is a strongly built sea otter, with dark brown shaggy fur, and thick, shaggy mane-like fur on his neck. His face is similar to Finnbarr Galedeep’s face, with long strands of fur similar to a beard, but they are not very shaggy. Nayvar has dark grey eyes that are rarely soft, even when his emotions are soft. His left ear is gone, so he can only hear with his right, but even that ear is losing some hearing abilities. This insures that during a loud occasion such as a battle, he hears next to nothing but the sound of steel against steel, and the screams of vermin. This makes it hard for anyone to tell him to retreat unless they are at his side, shouting in his ear.
Nayvar wears a mottled green tunic that hangs down just below his waist, and it is strapped around his waist by a thick black rope. His tunic is torn in several places, including his shoulders. From one’s observations it can be seen that the tunic once covered his arms, but the sleeves were ripped off long ago and now give the look of a mangy vagabond. Nayvar wears a thin piece of green cloth as a makeshift headband, and he has a ring in his right ear.
Nayvar has two scars: one skinny yet long scar is on his left cheek, and another large one is on his left leg.
Nayvar’s rudder is like a regular sea otter. It is probably the only ‘normal’ part of him.
Possessions
Nayvar has four weapons. One of them is strapped to his left side- it’s a single-edged slightly curved cutlass that he retrieved from a vermin carcass. On his right side he has a keen long dagger that he usually uses to skin with, to eat with, and sometimes to kill with as a last resort. His third weapon is a double-edged broadsword that he wears on his back, and his fourth weapon is a sling, his only long-distance weapon, which hangs beside his dagger. He has named his cutlass and broadsword- his cutlass is ‘Traitor’, and his broadsword he christened ‘Weaselwrath’. You will see why he has named his swords thus further on.
Other than weapons, Nayvar carries only a small pouch of minor belongings- a smooth rock, a bracelet, etc. No one knows much about why he carries such things.
Personality:
Nayvar is one of the most complicated creatures anyone could meet. He is a rough, wrathful otter at some times, and then he is a kind, soft-hearted creature at other times- yet no part of him ever betrays his feelings. His eyes do not betray a soft-heartedness no more than his actions betray an otter full of hatred. He is usually silent, but in his mind he is persistently hateful towards vermin. Creatures who see him usually take him for a strong, yet silent type of creature, and he is such a creature. But he is much more than that. His eyes can display a wisdom and experience even beyond his years, but wisdom is rarely noticed by those who first meet him, only experience. As one gets to know him, however, they discover secret treasuries of wisdom that are hidden beneath the silent face.
All this is when Nayvar is around others, however. When he is alone. He can act like a maniac, roaring out across the seas, pacing back and forth, shouting out insults to whoever can hear him. This is what makes him so complicated. He can be a silent type around other beasts, but when he is alone, he is a madbeast.
Another factor in Nayvar’s personality is that he is stubborn. Not unmoving, but stubborn. He will budge rarely; only when the creature trying to budge him has a liable reason. Nayvar is intolerant of beasts who think they are better than everyone else. That is one reason why no one who stays with Nayvar for a while is arrogant- he always makes them pay if they are. This includes Dibbuns. Although Nayvar is normally kind toward Dibbuns, he can be unrelenting if they are rude. So Dibbuns do not usually mess with him.
This is his personality at the moment. Someday, he may change. There may be hope for him to be a kind, polite Abbey beast after all. But at the moment he is not.
Also, he dislikes other otters. He doesn’t hate them, he just is suspicious of them and dislikes them. Read on and find out why.
Strengths:
Nayvar’s central strength is his skill with weapons. He has the deft and quick hands that most would envy. Even with the sling he can hit a nutshell fifty metres away. Nayvar’s second strength is his agility and speed. Although he cannot match the speed of a hare, he is very fast on his feet. In the water he is even faster. And his agility at climbing walls, or climbing trees, is unmatched by any except a squirrel. Nayvar’s third strength is his strategic mind- although he has been known to be a bit of a berserker, before a battle or any other time he is in his right mind he can create excellent strategies worthy of rivalling those even of a badger lord. All of Nayvar’s experience has added to being a very all-around skilful beast.
Weaknesses:
Nayvar’s first weaknesses are his short temper, and his stubbornness, as previously mentioned. He has a short temper compared to most creatures, and this has caused some to become somewhat bothered by him. His stubbornness has worked as a strength, but mainly as a weakness. If he is intent on doing something, no matter what, he will probably do it. Few can stand in his way from accomplishing whatever he desires to do. His second weakness is his lack of emotion in most matters. Although he can be soft-hearted, it is very rare. He also finds it hard to emotionally bond with any beast, in only a friendly relationship or a more serious relationship. This also makes it hard to get much out of him- he is usually quiet around other creatures and shuts his thoughts out from the rest of the world.
History:
Nayvar was born in Holt Waveslinger, as it was called by his father. He had three sisters and a brother named Aervin. Holt Waveslinger was placed on a small island just out of sight from the coast of Salamandastron. It was usually covered by clouds, which gave it a protection from vermin who roamed the seas freely in those days.
But one day, the cloud lifted, just as the ship Bloodwake ploughed through the seas in their direction. The ship was piloted by the weasel Keenang, a solitary sea roamer with a crew of sixty rats, ferrets, and stoats. Keenang immediately took a liking to the island and decided he wanted to possess it. He landed his ship on its beaches and raided Holt Waveslinger, killing every otter that stood in their path. Nayvar, Aervin, and an otter maid named Lilia fled the holt into a cove opposite the raiding vermin, where they found a small dugout canoe that they sailed away in, to the east.
Several hours passed, and the skies darkened as night came on. The threesome rowed as fast as they could to stay out from beneath the clouds, but to no avail. A huge storm erupted and tossed the canoe to and fro in the huge waves, which were as high as ships and would erupt like volcanoes. Aervin and Nayvar had been rowing, but now they lost their oars. As one huge wave crashed over the canoe, Lilia teetered and fell towards the sea. Aervin stood up, grabbed her hand, and pulled her back into the canoe. But as he did so, he lost his own balance and fell hard against the edge of the canoe. Knocked unconscious, he sank into the sea. Nayvar and Lilia clung close to each other as each wave came and went, and finally the storm had appeased its anger. In the finally calm seas, Nayvar found a piece of driftwood and used it as an oar, and he paddled away in the direction that seemed right. Soon they spotted land. When they came close enough, they leaped from their canoe and swam towards it. They dragged themselves up and lay there for several hours.
When dawn came, after they were rested, they got up and began walking north, along the shore, hoping to find a sign of life. It was not a hopeful path they walked. Both were weeping from the loss of the life-saver Aervin.
After a day of walking, when dusk approached, Nayvar finally found a small stream that led away from the ocean. They walked along it for only a half minute and had just entered a thin cluster of trees when suddenly Lilia let out a joyful cry and ran towards something further in. Nayvar followed her, and he soon realized that she had found a small cave in the ground beneath a large oak. It was to become their home. Nayvar and Lilia set about making it worth living in, and then they settled down together. They became mates, eventually, and had a two sons and two daughters before long.
One day, while Nayvar was walking along the shore, just a minute’s walk from their home, he spotted a ship on the horizon. He waited until he could see it clearly and realized it was the Bloodwake. He ran back to his wife and told her and the young otters to stay hidden. He grabbed a sling he had made throughout the years and went out to see what he could do.
The Bloodwake settled against the shore, and at least four score vermin poured onto the sand. Four rats bore among them a cage, which they settled on the ground. The sea otter spy could barely recognize that the captive within the cage was an old squirrel. He watched in horror as the vermin began taunting their captive, and tormenting him with words and with weapons. He watched with further horror as they began placing dried brush around the cage and set it to flame. The agonizing screams of the squirrel, mixed with the laughter and jeering of the vermin, almost caused Nayvar to puke in disgust. He lay hidden behind some bulrushes and wondered what he could do. He didn’t have to wait for long. Two ferrets discovered movement and began walking towards him. Nayvar loaded his sling and slew the first ferret with a single throw. The second one was faster than his comrade, however, and swung his cutlass down at Nayvar. Nayvar rolled aside and swung a loaded sling upwards, which thudded against the ferret’s head and knocked him unconscious. Immediately Nayvar was set upon by the whole vermin crew.
Nayvar thought he was going to die that day- but he didn’t. As he fought for his life with only a loaded sling, he heard voices behind him. They were hares. Soon an entire patrol of hares were attacking the vermin, and they sent them packing back to their ship. The hares saved Nayvar’s life, but Nayvar’s life would never be the same. From then on he held an anger against all vermin- although he knew not the old squirrel’s name, the squirrel would always be in his memory, and Nayvar wished to avenge that horrible death. He went back to his home, but spoke no words to his Lilia or their children.
Several weeks later, on a beautiful summer day, Nayvar went out deeper into the forest to collect blackberries. He did not know what that small act would cost him. When he returned, he found his home pillaged and burned, and the carcasses of his beautiful mate, Lilia, and their four otter children. It is said that he spent the whole night uttering curses against the vermin and swearing oaths that he would slay every last one. He set out the next morning to pursue them, but the ship that they had come in was gone. He never knew who had killed his beloved family (although he made a correct guess that it was the Bloodwake) - all he knew was they were vermin. It is believed that was the beginning of his odd, solitary, somewhat mad behaviour. All Nayvar had left was a sling.
At that time, (in human years) he was 20. For the next five years he lived in the same home, but then he set out from it to seek his future elsewhere. During those five years he faced countless vermin attacks, but he fought off each one. At least thirty different ships had come his way. This was what made him such a seasoned warrior. Only a day after his family died, he went walking along the shore, uttering curses against vermin, when he found a fox, still half-alive, lying on the beach. Nayvar killed him without pity and took the fox’s cutlass. He soon became skilled with it and named it Traitor. He named it that because he felt he had been betrayed- perhaps from his growing madness, he felt his own otter kin had sent the Bloodwake upon him. He began to dislike other otters. Not hate them, just feel suspicious and dislike them.
As time went on he ventured along- with his sling and cutlass; nothing more. He journeyed along the coast, fighting vermin where he could. It was during his many adventures as a wanderer along the coast that he obtained his many scars and his dagger, and it was also during these times that his hatred grew for vermin, and he grew madder. His experience was growing also. Late in the second year of his wanderings he came upon the great badger mountain, Salamandastron. It was there that he was given his broadsword- he named it Weaselwrath in revenge against the weasel Keenang. Then he started wandering again. He finally came upon Redwall Abbey, after fighting a band of rats in Mossflower Woods. He was injured by them and taken into the abbey, into the infirmary. Right after he got out of the infirmary is when I would like to begin his tale, if that’s alright. Or maybe I should begin it when he fights the rats.
Relationships:
None yet since Lilia and his otter children died.
Other
Is it possible that Keenang created a castle on the old Holt Waveslinger and became a warlord of some sort?
