Post by Tirael on Aug 27, 2009 15:12:27 GMT -5
Name: Arturo Archer
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species: Ferret
Occupation: Raft Captain-For-Hire
Physical Appearance:
Arturo is, at first glance, forgettable. He's of average height and build, and his tail's as long as the next ferret's. He lacks the 'mask' fur coloration of most ferrets; instead, the brown fur is limited to a large, curved square between his eyes, and a small line under his left eye. He also has lighter brown fur that runs from the square to the middle of his back. His legs and footpaws are black. The rest of him is a pale golden color, mottled with black here and there. His fur is relatively soft.
Arturo wears a gray, long-sleeved tunic, along with a black pouch hanging on the right side of his waist. He also carries a long strip of blue cloth, which makes an excellent headband when it's hot, and a sort-of good scarf when it's cold. He has a cloak, but after the wear and tear it's taken, the hood's fallen off and the hem is ragged. He can't replace it easily, so he tries to wear it only when he absolutely needs to.
Possessions
Aside from his clothes, a few traveling implements and a cheap, rusty dagger, all Arturo owns is a log raft. Half of it is taken up by a lean-to; when it's not simply drifting on the current, he propels and steers it with a long pole.
Personality:
Arturo is the type who holds strictly to his own set of morals. He refuses to attack or steal from others; he gets what he needs through trade and payment for his services. He can be hired to transport you on his raft or do carpentry (he has to be able to maintain his raft), although he has trouble finding work to begin with. So, he resorts to foraging and fishing; there's usually a fishing line trailing from his raft.
When with others, Arturo is quiet and observant, taking in whatever he can about them before he's required to talk. His views of others tend to be very fluid; you can get on his good or bad side pretty quickly, based on what you do, unless you do something reaaally bad. In that case, steer clear of the river.
Arturo is intensely irritated by the automatic labels branded on him because he's a ferret. Because of this, he will not join up with most of those considered 'vermin', whom he considers filthy and annoying anyways. He has considered making contact with the Redwallers, but as he doubts it would anything resembling warm and inviting, he's steered clear so far.
Strengths:
-Carpentry
-Reasonable
-Good around water
-Observant
Weaknesses:
-Easily insulted
-Somewhat naive
-Restless
-Slow to trust others
-Works poorly under pressure
History:
Arturo was born on the skiff Horizon, on which his parents, along with a family of otters and three mice, sailed up and down the Eastern coast, taking goods from Southsward to the North and vice versa. The little vessel rarely ran into trouble, as it was fast and small enough to avoid most corsair vessels. He was taught the ways of commerce by the crew, and learned several other skills from his parents, and particularly his mother.
When Arturo was about 7, he visited a northern village while the Horizon was being scoured. He wanted to join a group of younger villagers, but they chased him off, yelling 'vermin' and throwing several pebbles. His parents did the best they could to explain, but the injustice of it stuck with him.
When Arturo was 14, the Horizon was attacked in the middle of the night by a raiding vessel. He was captured and brought aboard the attacking ship, but before he was chained to the oars another ship arrived and attacked that ship. In the ensuing confusion, he managed to make it back to the Horizon and sail away from the bedlam.
Only he and his mother survived. The Horizon, however, was not so lucky; it only managed to get within sight of Southsward before it finally foundered. Coming ashore, the two ferrets were nearly turned away by the locals. Only the timely arrival of one of their acquaintances, a vole, saved the two.
For the next seven years, he, his mother, and the vole lived a relatively quiet existence by the shore. Arturo never felt content with that existence, but his mother, having lost her home and her husband at sea, could not bear to return. When she died, he stayed only long enough to bury her, then set off. Once he built his raft, he sailed along the River Moss, finding what business he could and scraping up an existence. As of late, he's wound up in Mossflower territory.
Relationships:
-That one vole, name o' Whedon
Other
He really, really dislikes rats; to him, they're the scum of the earth.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species: Ferret
Occupation: Raft Captain-For-Hire
Physical Appearance:
Arturo is, at first glance, forgettable. He's of average height and build, and his tail's as long as the next ferret's. He lacks the 'mask' fur coloration of most ferrets; instead, the brown fur is limited to a large, curved square between his eyes, and a small line under his left eye. He also has lighter brown fur that runs from the square to the middle of his back. His legs and footpaws are black. The rest of him is a pale golden color, mottled with black here and there. His fur is relatively soft.
Arturo wears a gray, long-sleeved tunic, along with a black pouch hanging on the right side of his waist. He also carries a long strip of blue cloth, which makes an excellent headband when it's hot, and a sort-of good scarf when it's cold. He has a cloak, but after the wear and tear it's taken, the hood's fallen off and the hem is ragged. He can't replace it easily, so he tries to wear it only when he absolutely needs to.
Possessions
Aside from his clothes, a few traveling implements and a cheap, rusty dagger, all Arturo owns is a log raft. Half of it is taken up by a lean-to; when it's not simply drifting on the current, he propels and steers it with a long pole.
Personality:
Arturo is the type who holds strictly to his own set of morals. He refuses to attack or steal from others; he gets what he needs through trade and payment for his services. He can be hired to transport you on his raft or do carpentry (he has to be able to maintain his raft), although he has trouble finding work to begin with. So, he resorts to foraging and fishing; there's usually a fishing line trailing from his raft.
When with others, Arturo is quiet and observant, taking in whatever he can about them before he's required to talk. His views of others tend to be very fluid; you can get on his good or bad side pretty quickly, based on what you do, unless you do something reaaally bad. In that case, steer clear of the river.
Arturo is intensely irritated by the automatic labels branded on him because he's a ferret. Because of this, he will not join up with most of those considered 'vermin', whom he considers filthy and annoying anyways. He has considered making contact with the Redwallers, but as he doubts it would anything resembling warm and inviting, he's steered clear so far.
Strengths:
-Carpentry
-Reasonable
-Good around water
-Observant
Weaknesses:
-Easily insulted
-Somewhat naive
-Restless
-Slow to trust others
-Works poorly under pressure
History:
Arturo was born on the skiff Horizon, on which his parents, along with a family of otters and three mice, sailed up and down the Eastern coast, taking goods from Southsward to the North and vice versa. The little vessel rarely ran into trouble, as it was fast and small enough to avoid most corsair vessels. He was taught the ways of commerce by the crew, and learned several other skills from his parents, and particularly his mother.
When Arturo was about 7, he visited a northern village while the Horizon was being scoured. He wanted to join a group of younger villagers, but they chased him off, yelling 'vermin' and throwing several pebbles. His parents did the best they could to explain, but the injustice of it stuck with him.
When Arturo was 14, the Horizon was attacked in the middle of the night by a raiding vessel. He was captured and brought aboard the attacking ship, but before he was chained to the oars another ship arrived and attacked that ship. In the ensuing confusion, he managed to make it back to the Horizon and sail away from the bedlam.
Only he and his mother survived. The Horizon, however, was not so lucky; it only managed to get within sight of Southsward before it finally foundered. Coming ashore, the two ferrets were nearly turned away by the locals. Only the timely arrival of one of their acquaintances, a vole, saved the two.
For the next seven years, he, his mother, and the vole lived a relatively quiet existence by the shore. Arturo never felt content with that existence, but his mother, having lost her home and her husband at sea, could not bear to return. When she died, he stayed only long enough to bury her, then set off. Once he built his raft, he sailed along the River Moss, finding what business he could and scraping up an existence. As of late, he's wound up in Mossflower territory.
Relationships:
-That one vole, name o' Whedon
Other
He really, really dislikes rats; to him, they're the scum of the earth.
