Post by Swing on Jan 3, 2010 16:03:34 GMT -5
Name: Heinz Schreibner
Gender: Male
Age: About 46.
Species: Marten.
Occupation: Neutral, usually, but works as a private detective. When forced to choose, chooses good--he doesn't approve of crime and tries to avoid conflict of that sort.
Physical Appearance: Heinz is tall, with pale brownish-gray fur and grey eyes that could be a flat blue under the right light. His ears are average-sized, and his pale thin whiskers give him a distinguished air. Despite his over-sized clothes, which can give him a rag-tag wanderer appearance, it's clear by his stance and voice that he has had plenty of education and is trustworthy. His tail his a bit bushy for a marten, with a creamy white tip. His belly is the same color as his tail-tip, a smooth oval interrupting his brown-grey color scheme. He doesn't LOOK old, persay, but he certainly doesn't look young, either.
Possessions: Heinz carries very little. He has his too-big coat, wears his too-big boots, and has a too-old hat that perches upon his head. He periodically whittles himself a walking stick that COULD maybe serve as a weapon, but that's unlikey. The small knife his carries n his person at all times is more for show or a last resort than any type of weapon--but he does know how to use it. He has a small pouch of coins attached to his belt, and is otherwise fit to forage for himself.
Personality: Heinz is friendly enough to chatter with those he's been introduced to, but now the best with strangers. Until he's detirmined exactly who you are (according to his evaluation), he can appear as one of those people who rarely talks. Indeed, Heinz can go long periods of time without saying much at all (or anything at all). He has a sardonic sense of humor and enjoys most irony. He strongly dissaproves of murder, or crime in general, but is open minded and has seen enough to know that hearing the whole story is important before making a descision. There is really only a one percent chance he'll let murder slide, but in two cases of his career he has played blind, once because everyone in the caravan was involved and the man killed, a child kidnapper and murderer, had been wanted dead in any case. The other case was because the culprit was a person an entire community depended on, and sentencing her would have been devasting to a very large amount of innocent people. Heinz is a person that people feel able to talk to, and he is very good at keeping secrets. If Heinz experiences failure for a thing he knew he could have prevented had he been quick enough, he can become silent or moody or days. If his failure is over something terrible, for example a needless life lost in a dangerous case, he will turn steely until the case is solved; afterwards, he has been known to slip into his room or simply sit alone for hours or days on end in the dark, avoiding noise and people and trying to sleep through a thunderous headache. Heinz is not a coward, but he thinks he is and alternates between pessimissim and optimism. He is very open minded towards people from all walks of life and believes in equal rights for everyone. He is reluctant to judge vermin on reputation, but isn't at all illusioned. Heinz enjoys tea and sweets, and has a secret soft spot for a certain sport played in his homeland.
Strengths: (Two) Heinz is, despite his age, a fast runner. Even walking, some complain about keeping up with his long stride. He goes on long walks daily, moving fast and taking several laps around the trail.
As a detective, Heinz has a quiet pride in his intelligence. He notices things and link them together like puzzle pieces. He knows how to deal with most people, and often knows how to help them.
Although he carries a small blade with him, it's used only a last resort for self-defense. He's not exactly skilled with it and it acts only as a precaution.
Weaknesses: (Three) When he makes a mistake or fails to prevent something from happening, Heinz will suffer enormous headaches. Migranes with attitude. These can cripple him and leave him shut off from society for days. When he has them, he prefers to stay lying down in a dark place and not to move. Noise of any kind makes the headaches much worse.
It's not that he has low self esteem, exactly, but he considers himself a coward. His job as a detective is in part his way to make up for his past failures. The most obvious weakness he has, however, is that he's no spring chicken--though he excercises daily by going on long, fast walks, he's not a mighty warrior. His chance in a fight is left to his cleverness and speed.
History: Heinz grew up in an area that was slowly recovering from a war--a big war. The surrounding kingdoms in the country placed the blame solely on the already debilitated area, and rightly, too--the man who had been in charge of Heinz' kingdom was a terrible man who had slaughtered thousands. Unfortunately, most of the people in the kingdom had thought this was the only way to accomplish the superiorty he told them they deserved. As a result, Heinz grew up with a father who was still fanatically devoted to the old ideals. Even though he was born after the war, young Heinz was still subject to the manic ravings of his father. Many, in fact, most, of the other veterans began to accept that they had been deluded and wrong, but not Klaus Schreibner. Oh, no. Not Klaus Schreibner.
Heinz had an older brother, Klaus Junior. The two of them had always been silently supportive of each other, but did not interact much. Klaus Jr. was always very quiet and level headed, even more isolated than Heinz. While Heinz tried and succeeded in making a few friends, Klaus Junior preferred to stay for hours under a tree in a secluded spot by a sparkling lake surrounded by daffodils. As soon as he was old enough, Klaus Jr. quietly made arrangements to find work and, giving Heinz a soft smile as goodbye, left.
Heinz's mother, Lotta, had also been very quiet, very resevered. Unbeknowst to anyone but Heinz, she had opposed the ex-ruler and taken secretive measures against him in the war. Had Klaus Sr. found out, the entire household may have exploded. During the war, Lotta had aided and hid persectued civilians--one day, during the war, after Klaus Sr. came home gloating of the latest exploits of the ruler and his personal part in the discovery of some of these civillians, Lotta simply stood and left. She returned about a week later to collect her things and did not return until after everything was over. Klaus Jr. and Heinz were born. In the middle of the night, young Heinz responded to a knock on the door to see a disheveled marten standing like a wraith on the doorstep, and an uncertain, feathery voice asked, "Is your mother home?"
Just as Heinz had said, "Yes," Lotta appeared.
"Go to bed, Heinz," she told him quietly.
"This'll only take a minute," the stanger said, sticking out a paw and proffering a small package clumsily wrapped in brown paper. As Lotta took it, he cracked a broken smile. "To say...just, thank you. If--I can ever repay you--"
"There's no need," said Lotta firmly. The stanger shook his head and stepped into the street.
"You are a wonderful person, Frau Schreibner. Really, if there's anything in my power I can ever do to help, find me. Good night."
"Good night," replied Lotta, closing the door. She weighed the package in her paws and looked at her son. Slipping the little box into her robe, she placed a paw on Heinz's head and whispered to him, "Do not ever tell your father about this, okay, Heinzi? This is a very important secret I need you to keep. Do you understand?"
Heinz had nodded, and his mother had sent him back to bed. "Good boy."
Years later, his mother died in her sleep from something growing in her stomach. When Klaus Jr. left, Heinz kept everything in order as best as he could, trying hard to keep his obsessed father out of social happenings, less the soldiers occupying the kingdom got wind of his ravings and took him away.
Still, the kingdom was healing. When Heinz was fourteen, he witnessed a frantic hare, running to avoid the soldier. The hare made an incredible leap to try and cross the deep trench that had been dug to keep the kingdom isolated--the hare missed the other side, tumbling into the trench as the soldiers closed in. Enraged by the unfairness of everything, Heinz howled at the soldiers and ran. He was ashamed of himself for being a coward, but he didn't know that his distraction had given the hare's family on the other side of the trench a few extra seconds to drop down a rope and haul the escapee to freedom. In the next week, hundreds of creatures swarmed the trench and overran the soldiers. Within a month, the trench was filled.
Seeking some way to compensate for his supposed cowardliness, Heinz took a job at a hospital, acting as a page boy for the doctors and ferrying the patients about. When one of the medics was found murdered, Heinz shocked everyone by pointing out the culprit--a spy, desguised as a patient, who claimed that the medic had been a supporter of the old beliefs. The case was silenced as a conspiracy, but Heinz had started his career as a detective.
The day he was old enough, he packed his bags, told his father he was going out, and did not come back.
Now, he's resting in Mossflower woods, having traveled far and wide and only twice seen his father. He's made friends with several sparrows who bring him news, and wherever there is crime, Heinz is soon to appear. Recently, he has heard rumors of odd happenings near a place called Redwall Abbey.
Relationships:
-Klaus Schreibner (father)
-Roswitha Rilke Schreibner (mother)
-Klaus Schreibner Jr. (brother, older)
-Meike, a free-living mouse he met on the outskirts of his town. She was who asked him, "What exactly do you think you're doing, anyway?" and, "Where are you going now?"
-Various grateful woodland creatures he solved problems for or helped in exchange for food, ect.
-A brownish sparrow he occasionally sees in Mossflower Wood--he's sure it's the same one--who always stops to chatter at him about a stoat, two mice, an Abbey, and a treasure...
Other: You do know it's me, Wildrun, right? >P
Gender: Male
Age: About 46.
Species: Marten.
Occupation: Neutral, usually, but works as a private detective. When forced to choose, chooses good--he doesn't approve of crime and tries to avoid conflict of that sort.
Physical Appearance: Heinz is tall, with pale brownish-gray fur and grey eyes that could be a flat blue under the right light. His ears are average-sized, and his pale thin whiskers give him a distinguished air. Despite his over-sized clothes, which can give him a rag-tag wanderer appearance, it's clear by his stance and voice that he has had plenty of education and is trustworthy. His tail his a bit bushy for a marten, with a creamy white tip. His belly is the same color as his tail-tip, a smooth oval interrupting his brown-grey color scheme. He doesn't LOOK old, persay, but he certainly doesn't look young, either.
Possessions: Heinz carries very little. He has his too-big coat, wears his too-big boots, and has a too-old hat that perches upon his head. He periodically whittles himself a walking stick that COULD maybe serve as a weapon, but that's unlikey. The small knife his carries n his person at all times is more for show or a last resort than any type of weapon--but he does know how to use it. He has a small pouch of coins attached to his belt, and is otherwise fit to forage for himself.
Personality: Heinz is friendly enough to chatter with those he's been introduced to, but now the best with strangers. Until he's detirmined exactly who you are (according to his evaluation), he can appear as one of those people who rarely talks. Indeed, Heinz can go long periods of time without saying much at all (or anything at all). He has a sardonic sense of humor and enjoys most irony. He strongly dissaproves of murder, or crime in general, but is open minded and has seen enough to know that hearing the whole story is important before making a descision. There is really only a one percent chance he'll let murder slide, but in two cases of his career he has played blind, once because everyone in the caravan was involved and the man killed, a child kidnapper and murderer, had been wanted dead in any case. The other case was because the culprit was a person an entire community depended on, and sentencing her would have been devasting to a very large amount of innocent people. Heinz is a person that people feel able to talk to, and he is very good at keeping secrets. If Heinz experiences failure for a thing he knew he could have prevented had he been quick enough, he can become silent or moody or days. If his failure is over something terrible, for example a needless life lost in a dangerous case, he will turn steely until the case is solved; afterwards, he has been known to slip into his room or simply sit alone for hours or days on end in the dark, avoiding noise and people and trying to sleep through a thunderous headache. Heinz is not a coward, but he thinks he is and alternates between pessimissim and optimism. He is very open minded towards people from all walks of life and believes in equal rights for everyone. He is reluctant to judge vermin on reputation, but isn't at all illusioned. Heinz enjoys tea and sweets, and has a secret soft spot for a certain sport played in his homeland.
Strengths: (Two) Heinz is, despite his age, a fast runner. Even walking, some complain about keeping up with his long stride. He goes on long walks daily, moving fast and taking several laps around the trail.
As a detective, Heinz has a quiet pride in his intelligence. He notices things and link them together like puzzle pieces. He knows how to deal with most people, and often knows how to help them.
Although he carries a small blade with him, it's used only a last resort for self-defense. He's not exactly skilled with it and it acts only as a precaution.
Weaknesses: (Three) When he makes a mistake or fails to prevent something from happening, Heinz will suffer enormous headaches. Migranes with attitude. These can cripple him and leave him shut off from society for days. When he has them, he prefers to stay lying down in a dark place and not to move. Noise of any kind makes the headaches much worse.
It's not that he has low self esteem, exactly, but he considers himself a coward. His job as a detective is in part his way to make up for his past failures. The most obvious weakness he has, however, is that he's no spring chicken--though he excercises daily by going on long, fast walks, he's not a mighty warrior. His chance in a fight is left to his cleverness and speed.
History: Heinz grew up in an area that was slowly recovering from a war--a big war. The surrounding kingdoms in the country placed the blame solely on the already debilitated area, and rightly, too--the man who had been in charge of Heinz' kingdom was a terrible man who had slaughtered thousands. Unfortunately, most of the people in the kingdom had thought this was the only way to accomplish the superiorty he told them they deserved. As a result, Heinz grew up with a father who was still fanatically devoted to the old ideals. Even though he was born after the war, young Heinz was still subject to the manic ravings of his father. Many, in fact, most, of the other veterans began to accept that they had been deluded and wrong, but not Klaus Schreibner. Oh, no. Not Klaus Schreibner.
Heinz had an older brother, Klaus Junior. The two of them had always been silently supportive of each other, but did not interact much. Klaus Jr. was always very quiet and level headed, even more isolated than Heinz. While Heinz tried and succeeded in making a few friends, Klaus Junior preferred to stay for hours under a tree in a secluded spot by a sparkling lake surrounded by daffodils. As soon as he was old enough, Klaus Jr. quietly made arrangements to find work and, giving Heinz a soft smile as goodbye, left.
Heinz's mother, Lotta, had also been very quiet, very resevered. Unbeknowst to anyone but Heinz, she had opposed the ex-ruler and taken secretive measures against him in the war. Had Klaus Sr. found out, the entire household may have exploded. During the war, Lotta had aided and hid persectued civilians--one day, during the war, after Klaus Sr. came home gloating of the latest exploits of the ruler and his personal part in the discovery of some of these civillians, Lotta simply stood and left. She returned about a week later to collect her things and did not return until after everything was over. Klaus Jr. and Heinz were born. In the middle of the night, young Heinz responded to a knock on the door to see a disheveled marten standing like a wraith on the doorstep, and an uncertain, feathery voice asked, "Is your mother home?"
Just as Heinz had said, "Yes," Lotta appeared.
"Go to bed, Heinz," she told him quietly.
"This'll only take a minute," the stanger said, sticking out a paw and proffering a small package clumsily wrapped in brown paper. As Lotta took it, he cracked a broken smile. "To say...just, thank you. If--I can ever repay you--"
"There's no need," said Lotta firmly. The stanger shook his head and stepped into the street.
"You are a wonderful person, Frau Schreibner. Really, if there's anything in my power I can ever do to help, find me. Good night."
"Good night," replied Lotta, closing the door. She weighed the package in her paws and looked at her son. Slipping the little box into her robe, she placed a paw on Heinz's head and whispered to him, "Do not ever tell your father about this, okay, Heinzi? This is a very important secret I need you to keep. Do you understand?"
Heinz had nodded, and his mother had sent him back to bed. "Good boy."
Years later, his mother died in her sleep from something growing in her stomach. When Klaus Jr. left, Heinz kept everything in order as best as he could, trying hard to keep his obsessed father out of social happenings, less the soldiers occupying the kingdom got wind of his ravings and took him away.
Still, the kingdom was healing. When Heinz was fourteen, he witnessed a frantic hare, running to avoid the soldier. The hare made an incredible leap to try and cross the deep trench that had been dug to keep the kingdom isolated--the hare missed the other side, tumbling into the trench as the soldiers closed in. Enraged by the unfairness of everything, Heinz howled at the soldiers and ran. He was ashamed of himself for being a coward, but he didn't know that his distraction had given the hare's family on the other side of the trench a few extra seconds to drop down a rope and haul the escapee to freedom. In the next week, hundreds of creatures swarmed the trench and overran the soldiers. Within a month, the trench was filled.
Seeking some way to compensate for his supposed cowardliness, Heinz took a job at a hospital, acting as a page boy for the doctors and ferrying the patients about. When one of the medics was found murdered, Heinz shocked everyone by pointing out the culprit--a spy, desguised as a patient, who claimed that the medic had been a supporter of the old beliefs. The case was silenced as a conspiracy, but Heinz had started his career as a detective.
The day he was old enough, he packed his bags, told his father he was going out, and did not come back.
Now, he's resting in Mossflower woods, having traveled far and wide and only twice seen his father. He's made friends with several sparrows who bring him news, and wherever there is crime, Heinz is soon to appear. Recently, he has heard rumors of odd happenings near a place called Redwall Abbey.
Relationships:
-Klaus Schreibner (father)
-Roswitha Rilke Schreibner (mother)
-Klaus Schreibner Jr. (brother, older)
-Meike, a free-living mouse he met on the outskirts of his town. She was who asked him, "What exactly do you think you're doing, anyway?" and, "Where are you going now?"
-Various grateful woodland creatures he solved problems for or helped in exchange for food, ect.
-A brownish sparrow he occasionally sees in Mossflower Wood--he's sure it's the same one--who always stops to chatter at him about a stoat, two mice, an Abbey, and a treasure...
Other: You do know it's me, Wildrun, right? >P
