Post by Onyxwing on Jul 7, 2010 21:53:03 GMT -5
((( This is my second character yay! thought is should get involved in Salamandastron's plot so here goes)))
Name: Riseder Bastarnae McLearder
Gender: M
Age: 40
Species: Mountain Hare
Occupation: Long Patrol Hare
Physical Appearance: Normally a dark brown color during any season other then winter and late fall when he changes to a almost pure white. Wears a dark green kilt with faded yellow and red bars throughout the pattern. Around his waist he wears a belt with a large leather Posibles sack hanging from the back. Has shorter than normal ears due to frost bite as an infant. Bigger than normal size for a hare. Has a large set of scars raking across his arms and paw from a stoat's cutlass though it does little to affect him.
Possessions: A long two handed War Hammer with a split head in an X pattern the hammer also has a metal spike on the rear and a long smooth spike on the top of the metal head. Keeps a suit of black spiked Gothic style Armor inside a chest in his room though he rarely wears it he cleans it obsessively.
Personality: Very defensive of his mixed Highland and Gothic background and will attack anyone who thinks he is inferior because of this mix, anyone who touches his armor without permission can expect similar action. His outward personality matches his weapon very brute and hard, but to anyone who knows him very happy and social.But if anyone crosses him they can expect a fight. He acts odd during the night unless fighting, especially on nights of the new moon namely checking windows, locking doors and windows, and sleeping with his War Hammer
Strengths: Proficient in most blunt and heavy weapons Battle Axes, Maces, War Hammers, ETC. Has a large build so wearing armor or carrying anything heavy is no problem.
Weaknesses: scared of the night of the new moon, very bullheaded,is thought by most to be slightly insane. can't use any blades except in a style matching his War Hammer through which most blades don't survive.
History: Riseder was born into war in the Highlands and trained in a Gothic clan. Every night a strange group of vermin would come to the clan’s village, the Night Stalkers. They were a strange race of pitch black weasels that would attack the village and kill hares dragging their bodies into the shadows to eat, they were cannibals. The clan posted guards and large watches but all but the entire clan fighting were quickly dispatched by the vicious horde.
The nights of the new moon were the worst as the clan could not see the black vermin who had killed their comrades. One night on the new moon when Riseder had just turned sixteen the largest attack ever was mounted the vermin swept in killing the entire clan was , except Riseder who had escaped through a tunnel dug by his family to escape the horde. With his war hammer in paw and a set of Gothic armor in a case on his back he set out across the vast plains. Away from his village, away from the vermin, away from all he knew.
After three years fairly of uneventful traveling through the plains, woodlands and all over the know world, he saw it, The Mountain, he had no name for it but he knew it was special. With War Hammer in paw he set off to the base of the mountain. Three years of carrying his armor had made the now nineteen year old hare's build much heavier with muscle so much that he ran to the mountain base with the armor on his back. As he neared the mountain he spotted a group of hares marching on a parade ground. He ran up to the parade ground's edge and watched them as they drilled. Then he went up to the mountain and through a whirl of events found himself enlisted in the Long Patrol. He quickly rose through the ranks becuase of his battle training to the rank of Major, and quite young for one to. Yet even through it all he still went into battle never staying behind.
Relationships: His clan (all dead)
Other Occasionally talks in a mix of German and in English I.E. “ Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir!” turns to “Ja sir, nine sir , drei bags full herr!” For a picture of his armor style look here
www.wassonartistry.com/armor.php?w=late15thcent
Name: Riseder Bastarnae McLearder
Gender: M
Age: 40
Species: Mountain Hare
Occupation: Long Patrol Hare
Physical Appearance: Normally a dark brown color during any season other then winter and late fall when he changes to a almost pure white. Wears a dark green kilt with faded yellow and red bars throughout the pattern. Around his waist he wears a belt with a large leather Posibles sack hanging from the back. Has shorter than normal ears due to frost bite as an infant. Bigger than normal size for a hare. Has a large set of scars raking across his arms and paw from a stoat's cutlass though it does little to affect him.
Possessions: A long two handed War Hammer with a split head in an X pattern the hammer also has a metal spike on the rear and a long smooth spike on the top of the metal head. Keeps a suit of black spiked Gothic style Armor inside a chest in his room though he rarely wears it he cleans it obsessively.
Personality: Very defensive of his mixed Highland and Gothic background and will attack anyone who thinks he is inferior because of this mix, anyone who touches his armor without permission can expect similar action. His outward personality matches his weapon very brute and hard, but to anyone who knows him very happy and social.But if anyone crosses him they can expect a fight. He acts odd during the night unless fighting, especially on nights of the new moon namely checking windows, locking doors and windows, and sleeping with his War Hammer
Strengths: Proficient in most blunt and heavy weapons Battle Axes, Maces, War Hammers, ETC. Has a large build so wearing armor or carrying anything heavy is no problem.
Weaknesses: scared of the night of the new moon, very bullheaded,is thought by most to be slightly insane. can't use any blades except in a style matching his War Hammer through which most blades don't survive.
History: Riseder was born into war in the Highlands and trained in a Gothic clan. Every night a strange group of vermin would come to the clan’s village, the Night Stalkers. They were a strange race of pitch black weasels that would attack the village and kill hares dragging their bodies into the shadows to eat, they were cannibals. The clan posted guards and large watches but all but the entire clan fighting were quickly dispatched by the vicious horde.
The nights of the new moon were the worst as the clan could not see the black vermin who had killed their comrades. One night on the new moon when Riseder had just turned sixteen the largest attack ever was mounted the vermin swept in killing the entire clan was , except Riseder who had escaped through a tunnel dug by his family to escape the horde. With his war hammer in paw and a set of Gothic armor in a case on his back he set out across the vast plains. Away from his village, away from the vermin, away from all he knew.
After three years fairly of uneventful traveling through the plains, woodlands and all over the know world, he saw it, The Mountain, he had no name for it but he knew it was special. With War Hammer in paw he set off to the base of the mountain. Three years of carrying his armor had made the now nineteen year old hare's build much heavier with muscle so much that he ran to the mountain base with the armor on his back. As he neared the mountain he spotted a group of hares marching on a parade ground. He ran up to the parade ground's edge and watched them as they drilled. Then he went up to the mountain and through a whirl of events found himself enlisted in the Long Patrol. He quickly rose through the ranks becuase of his battle training to the rank of Major, and quite young for one to. Yet even through it all he still went into battle never staying behind.
Relationships: His clan (all dead)
Other Occasionally talks in a mix of German and in English I.E. “ Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir!” turns to “Ja sir, nine sir , drei bags full herr!” For a picture of his armor style look here
www.wassonartistry.com/armor.php?w=late15thcent
