Post by Ashstripe on Nov 18, 2007 0:04:39 GMT -5
Name: Breeze 'Breezers' Chuffachop
Gender: Male
Age: 28 years
Species: Hare
Occupation: Long Patrol Hare, Captain.
Physical Appearance:
Breeze is a hare through and through, lanky and very lightly built. His fur strongly resembles that of the sand dunes. Great if he's scouting the western coast, not so great if he happens to be anywhere else.
He wears a red bandanna(Is that the word I'm looking for?) around his neck and usually sticks to a green sleeveless tunic, tied with a yellow cord belt. His eyes are as green as his tunic and look as if they have never expressed sorrow or cried a day in his life.
Possessions
Breeze never arms himself to the teeth so to speak, it's a wonder he even carries a rapier or sabre out onto the battle-field. Aside from that the only other possessions that he considers to be his own are his medals, probably stolen or bragged to the point that someone handed it to him to shut him up.
Personality:
Breeze always has a grin on his face, always ready to make everyone around him laugh, smile or simply hit his head in. He surrounds himself with a shield of aloofness and clueless attitude. It is an age old question within Salamandastron as to whether he is faking his level of intelligence or he is a genuine knuckle-head; either way, when worse comes to wear Breeze always has a trick or two up his sleeveless tunic.
He's also a horrible cook, despite everyone's protests, threats and overall ban from the kitchens, Breeze loves to cook and to this day is still in wonder as to what is wrong with his stew. Unfortunately he is much better at eating food then actually preparing it, a true glutton, nobody is really quite sure where it all goes since he never gains an ounce.
Strengths:
Breeze is quite skilled with a blade in paw, he has never expressed any real fear in the face of death. When death beckons, he simply smiles and waves back, throwing in a joke or two and somehow comes out alive.
Weaknesses:
His recklessness and cluelessness, many a time has his attitude landed him in extremely hot water and it's not always with the enemy. He also happens to be a horrible cook, still doesn't stop him from trying.
History:
Breeze has never experienced genuine hardship, his entire life within the depths of Salamandastron has been relatively sheltered and care-free. He's lived his life like any other hare, growing up, joining the Long Patrol and advancing within it's ranks. But that's where the similarities end, hare's are renowned jokers and all love a laugh, but Breeze takes it a few steps further. It's a wonder how he even got to the rank of Captain with his complete disregard for sensibility.
But his simple life changed rather quickly upon a simple scouting mission, he was patrolling the coast as per usual just to take note of any suspicious activity, he found something close to it. A Badger, on the brink of death by starvation and bruised all over, Breeze's mind instantly clicked, a new possible Lord and better yet, a new victim who hasn't heard of all his jokes a thousand times, who hasn't tried his infamous stew, who doesn't even know what he was capable of.
From there he goaded the Badger, accusing him of being 'slack' when the mountain was only a bit further. The Badger in question happened to be Ashstripe, thus meriting his first knock to the head and from that day, a very odd relationship developed between the two. They are the best of friends, yet they never admit it openly, if anything they seem to openly admit they are enemies.
Relationships:
Ashstripe - Best friend, although Ashstripe won't admit it.
Sarge - A close comrade, almost of a father figure to him.
The hare's of Salamdanstron.
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Name: 'Sarge', he's been called that for so long even he can't remember his real name.
Gender: Male
Age: 45 years
Species: Hare
Occupation: Long Patrol Hare, Sergeant.
Physical Appearance:
Sarge is relatively fit for his age, still managing to rival the youths in physical endurance, though only barely. His stamina just isn't what it used to be, what was once a simple jog is now a marathon for Sarge.
His fur is of a darker brown then most hare's, but the color is beginning to fade with his age, he has an old grey mustache which he is extremely proud of and tends to curl when in thought. His eyes are growing weak and as of such he wears spectacle.
Possessions
Sarge is a collector of fine military antiques, in particular old bows. His area of the barracks is littered with old bent and rusted swords, broken bowstrings and restored bows. He can't quite remember what started his collection but he hasn't stopped for any reason, always managing to grab a bit of something from every battle.
Some say it's to help jog his memory whilst telling tales to the young'uns, others say he's just senile and obsessive. But in truth, Sarge does it more of a habit now, not quite sure how or why he started.
Other then his collection, his weapons are an extremely well polished yew long bow and a sabre, though despite himself, he prefers his bow, though all too often finds himself using his sabre.
Personality:
Sarge is one of the oldest hare's in Salamandastron that are still in the ranks of the Long Patrol, his attitude and general outlook on life is very optimistic, yet realistic at the same time. In other words he's not quite as aloof as Breeze(But he is still a joker at heart.), but he isn't as stern and pessimistic as Ashstripe.
He is somewhat an intellect, a rare trait in Salamandastron, which he is quite proud of. It is said that his fondness of reading lead to his poor eye-sight, as he has always had weak eyes.
Strengths:
Sarge's strengths lie in his wisdom and experience, the fact that he has seen more battles and life lost then he cares to remember makes him an invaluable asset to Salamandastron. His other less visible strength would be his archery; it isn't often, but when the bow co-operates he gets satisfying results.
Weaknesses:
Sarge is notorious for breaking bowstrings, it is said that he has broken more strings in his life-time then there are cracks in the walls of Salamandastron. While this may not be exact, it's probably close enough. His age also acts as a double edged sword, with his wisdom and experience comes his degrading body, he simply is not as young as he used to be. No matter how much he denies it.
History:
Much like Breeze, Sarge has lived a relatively sheltered life in Salamandastron, with no real catastrophe other then the occasional loss of a close comrade in the many battles the mountain fortress is faced with. His whole life has been relatively average, up until the point he reached the rank of Sergeant.
For some reason he has never advanced any further, the reason at the time is hidden in the mist of time, but he certainly is qualified for a higher rank. The current reason he has is; "Then wot will ye's call me? Name's Sarge doncha know?" which is reason enough for everyone as they have all grown accustomed to their ol' Sarge.
Relationships:
Breeze - Partner in crime and like the son he never had. Although Sarge draws the line well before Breeze even considers something a bit much.
Ashstripe - A good friend and comrade.
Gender: Male
Age: 28 years
Species: Hare
Occupation: Long Patrol Hare, Captain.
Physical Appearance:
Breeze is a hare through and through, lanky and very lightly built. His fur strongly resembles that of the sand dunes. Great if he's scouting the western coast, not so great if he happens to be anywhere else.
He wears a red bandanna(Is that the word I'm looking for?) around his neck and usually sticks to a green sleeveless tunic, tied with a yellow cord belt. His eyes are as green as his tunic and look as if they have never expressed sorrow or cried a day in his life.
Possessions
Breeze never arms himself to the teeth so to speak, it's a wonder he even carries a rapier or sabre out onto the battle-field. Aside from that the only other possessions that he considers to be his own are his medals, probably stolen or bragged to the point that someone handed it to him to shut him up.
Personality:
Breeze always has a grin on his face, always ready to make everyone around him laugh, smile or simply hit his head in. He surrounds himself with a shield of aloofness and clueless attitude. It is an age old question within Salamandastron as to whether he is faking his level of intelligence or he is a genuine knuckle-head; either way, when worse comes to wear Breeze always has a trick or two up his sleeveless tunic.
He's also a horrible cook, despite everyone's protests, threats and overall ban from the kitchens, Breeze loves to cook and to this day is still in wonder as to what is wrong with his stew. Unfortunately he is much better at eating food then actually preparing it, a true glutton, nobody is really quite sure where it all goes since he never gains an ounce.
Strengths:
Breeze is quite skilled with a blade in paw, he has never expressed any real fear in the face of death. When death beckons, he simply smiles and waves back, throwing in a joke or two and somehow comes out alive.
Weaknesses:
His recklessness and cluelessness, many a time has his attitude landed him in extremely hot water and it's not always with the enemy. He also happens to be a horrible cook, still doesn't stop him from trying.
History:
Breeze has never experienced genuine hardship, his entire life within the depths of Salamandastron has been relatively sheltered and care-free. He's lived his life like any other hare, growing up, joining the Long Patrol and advancing within it's ranks. But that's where the similarities end, hare's are renowned jokers and all love a laugh, but Breeze takes it a few steps further. It's a wonder how he even got to the rank of Captain with his complete disregard for sensibility.
But his simple life changed rather quickly upon a simple scouting mission, he was patrolling the coast as per usual just to take note of any suspicious activity, he found something close to it. A Badger, on the brink of death by starvation and bruised all over, Breeze's mind instantly clicked, a new possible Lord and better yet, a new victim who hasn't heard of all his jokes a thousand times, who hasn't tried his infamous stew, who doesn't even know what he was capable of.
From there he goaded the Badger, accusing him of being 'slack' when the mountain was only a bit further. The Badger in question happened to be Ashstripe, thus meriting his first knock to the head and from that day, a very odd relationship developed between the two. They are the best of friends, yet they never admit it openly, if anything they seem to openly admit they are enemies.
Relationships:
Ashstripe - Best friend, although Ashstripe won't admit it.
Sarge - A close comrade, almost of a father figure to him.
The hare's of Salamdanstron.
________________________________
Name: 'Sarge', he's been called that for so long even he can't remember his real name.
Gender: Male
Age: 45 years
Species: Hare
Occupation: Long Patrol Hare, Sergeant.
Physical Appearance:
Sarge is relatively fit for his age, still managing to rival the youths in physical endurance, though only barely. His stamina just isn't what it used to be, what was once a simple jog is now a marathon for Sarge.
His fur is of a darker brown then most hare's, but the color is beginning to fade with his age, he has an old grey mustache which he is extremely proud of and tends to curl when in thought. His eyes are growing weak and as of such he wears spectacle.
Possessions
Sarge is a collector of fine military antiques, in particular old bows. His area of the barracks is littered with old bent and rusted swords, broken bowstrings and restored bows. He can't quite remember what started his collection but he hasn't stopped for any reason, always managing to grab a bit of something from every battle.
Some say it's to help jog his memory whilst telling tales to the young'uns, others say he's just senile and obsessive. But in truth, Sarge does it more of a habit now, not quite sure how or why he started.
Other then his collection, his weapons are an extremely well polished yew long bow and a sabre, though despite himself, he prefers his bow, though all too often finds himself using his sabre.
Personality:
Sarge is one of the oldest hare's in Salamandastron that are still in the ranks of the Long Patrol, his attitude and general outlook on life is very optimistic, yet realistic at the same time. In other words he's not quite as aloof as Breeze(But he is still a joker at heart.), but he isn't as stern and pessimistic as Ashstripe.
He is somewhat an intellect, a rare trait in Salamandastron, which he is quite proud of. It is said that his fondness of reading lead to his poor eye-sight, as he has always had weak eyes.
Strengths:
Sarge's strengths lie in his wisdom and experience, the fact that he has seen more battles and life lost then he cares to remember makes him an invaluable asset to Salamandastron. His other less visible strength would be his archery; it isn't often, but when the bow co-operates he gets satisfying results.
Weaknesses:
Sarge is notorious for breaking bowstrings, it is said that he has broken more strings in his life-time then there are cracks in the walls of Salamandastron. While this may not be exact, it's probably close enough. His age also acts as a double edged sword, with his wisdom and experience comes his degrading body, he simply is not as young as he used to be. No matter how much he denies it.
History:
Much like Breeze, Sarge has lived a relatively sheltered life in Salamandastron, with no real catastrophe other then the occasional loss of a close comrade in the many battles the mountain fortress is faced with. His whole life has been relatively average, up until the point he reached the rank of Sergeant.
For some reason he has never advanced any further, the reason at the time is hidden in the mist of time, but he certainly is qualified for a higher rank. The current reason he has is; "Then wot will ye's call me? Name's Sarge doncha know?" which is reason enough for everyone as they have all grown accustomed to their ol' Sarge.
Relationships:
Breeze - Partner in crime and like the son he never had. Although Sarge draws the line well before Breeze even considers something a bit much.
Ashstripe - A good friend and comrade.
