Post by Ashstripe on Nov 16, 2007 1:17:48 GMT -5
Name: Ashstripe Splinterpaw
Age: 38 Years
Gender: Male
Species: Badger
Occupation: Badger Lord of Salamandastron
Physical Appearance: As a Badger Ashstripe stands taller then most. A life of hardship and generally nothing ever going his way for very long is reflected upon his features from his many scars to the roughness of his fur. The only part of him that remotely retains a trace of youth are his eyes, they betray nothing of his age other then the fact that they are more fierce and mature then one would expect from a dibbun.
His fur is almost pure white, apart from a lone thick black stripe that runs from his muzzle and all the way down his back, coming from the 'educated' family that he originated from, it seemed obvious that they should call him Ashstripe. His build is typical of a male Badger, heavy.
He chooses to wear a simple dark blue tunic and a red sash, he disdain's fancy clothing, as he likes to keep things simple.
Possessions: The only real possession Ashstripe considers himself to bear other then his tunic would be his Great-sword, standing as nearly as tall as himself. The sword is a lot like it's owner; simple that is. A plain thick steel blade that has seen better days with a green leather handle, simple yet effective.
Personality: Ashstripe is as rough, stubborn and arrogant as they come, he will never ask for help, for as long as there is a slim chance that he can do it himself, he'll take it. The fact that he is a Badger only fuels his ego further, often he will force himself into bloodwraith before a battle thinking he can win against impossible odds.
His accent is hinted with a touch of the Northlands, though his many seasons now spent down south have weakened his accent to the point where it is nothing really out of the ordinary, aside from an oddity here and there.
He also happens to be extremely honor-bound, a true gentle-beast on the battlefield (which by his logic and methods could be considered a LOT of duels happening all at the same place) despite this being his down-fall many, many times in the past; he continues to strive by these ideals and philosophies to this day.
Strengths: His strength is his brute force, which comes naturally to him being a Badger(As does bloodwraith).
But he isn't a complete brute, his age does grant him some level of experience and sometimes he does know when to step down.
Weaknesses: But the curse of the bloodwraith isn't without its costs, his strength grants him arrogance and his bloodwraith makes him extremely foolhardy. To top it off he has a short fuse at times and will explode without warning, he's also an alcoholic though it's not a real issue(He doesn't drink often, but when he does..).
History: Ashstripe lived and grew up in the North, a harsh land at the best of times. If the winters didn't kill you, the hungry vermin and birds in spring would. But the beasts of the North considered this to be daily routine and Ashstripe's relatively small family was no different.
His child-hood was fairly simple, most of his time would be spent gathering food for himself and his siblings followed by an all out brawl with his brothers and father over who laid claim to the food first; in a way it was really training once the weapons got involved.
But by the time he had reached his late teens Ashstripe simply left, it was for obvious reasons, he wanted to start a family of his own and his father and brothers butted horns quite often. A fun game at a young age but potentially fatal when they were pretty much fully grown. So equipped with nothing but his sword, he wandered aimlessly, drifting place to place, exchanging tales with others who were simply trying to survive in a harsh environment.
This simple life ended rather abruptly upon stumbling upon a bandit camp and being the honor-bound fool that he was he charged in head-long, he wasn't sure what had happened next since he simply blacked out. Only to awake to find himself covered in wounds and blood and that blood wasn't just his, he then found himself in the company of the resident slave. A young badger-maid, not much younger then himself had aided him, tended to his wounds. She explained that he was fortunate enough to kill the leader, which was enough to scare the rest into submission which resulted in them all fleeing.
From that day, Ashstripe had traveled with the maiden, whom remained pretty much nameless, if she had one she would've told him she would often explain, this eventually ended when Ashstripe, labeled her 'Bonnie'; the name stuck. A few years passed uneventfully and before Ashstripe knew it, he had a family of his own, he had achieved pretty much all he had wanted from his simple life; he could've died happy.
But nothing in life ever goes according to plan, contrary to how he had planned his existence his family was attacked, the only one capable of putting up any sort of defense was himself, but that was out of the question as the slavers had his family at spear-point. Once more he blacked out and the all-too familiar scent of blood hung low over the air, he was there on the ground, heavily bruised and wounded, there was no sign of his family or the slavers in question. He was alone, again.
That was the final straw as far as Ashstripe was concerned, he had had enough of the North, all of this loss and constant conflict, he had heard many tales of peaceful lands to the south, where beasts lived in relative harmony and vermin weren't so dominant; good enough for him.
Unfortunately Ashstripe was never one for directions, he assumed he was going south only to find himself at the west coast, with a little more then a shrug he turned south as the sea prevented him from going any further. There, he eventually stumbled upon Breeze and Salamandastron.
Relationships:
Breeze - Close friend, although he doesn't admit it.
Sarge - Another of his close comrades
The rest of his family - Somewhere in the Northlands; as far as he's concerned, their dead.
Age: 38 Years
Gender: Male
Species: Badger
Occupation: Badger Lord of Salamandastron
Physical Appearance: As a Badger Ashstripe stands taller then most. A life of hardship and generally nothing ever going his way for very long is reflected upon his features from his many scars to the roughness of his fur. The only part of him that remotely retains a trace of youth are his eyes, they betray nothing of his age other then the fact that they are more fierce and mature then one would expect from a dibbun.
His fur is almost pure white, apart from a lone thick black stripe that runs from his muzzle and all the way down his back, coming from the 'educated' family that he originated from, it seemed obvious that they should call him Ashstripe. His build is typical of a male Badger, heavy.
He chooses to wear a simple dark blue tunic and a red sash, he disdain's fancy clothing, as he likes to keep things simple.
Possessions: The only real possession Ashstripe considers himself to bear other then his tunic would be his Great-sword, standing as nearly as tall as himself. The sword is a lot like it's owner; simple that is. A plain thick steel blade that has seen better days with a green leather handle, simple yet effective.
Personality: Ashstripe is as rough, stubborn and arrogant as they come, he will never ask for help, for as long as there is a slim chance that he can do it himself, he'll take it. The fact that he is a Badger only fuels his ego further, often he will force himself into bloodwraith before a battle thinking he can win against impossible odds.
His accent is hinted with a touch of the Northlands, though his many seasons now spent down south have weakened his accent to the point where it is nothing really out of the ordinary, aside from an oddity here and there.
He also happens to be extremely honor-bound, a true gentle-beast on the battlefield (which by his logic and methods could be considered a LOT of duels happening all at the same place) despite this being his down-fall many, many times in the past; he continues to strive by these ideals and philosophies to this day.
Strengths: His strength is his brute force, which comes naturally to him being a Badger(As does bloodwraith).
But he isn't a complete brute, his age does grant him some level of experience and sometimes he does know when to step down.
Weaknesses: But the curse of the bloodwraith isn't without its costs, his strength grants him arrogance and his bloodwraith makes him extremely foolhardy. To top it off he has a short fuse at times and will explode without warning, he's also an alcoholic though it's not a real issue(He doesn't drink often, but when he does..).
History: Ashstripe lived and grew up in the North, a harsh land at the best of times. If the winters didn't kill you, the hungry vermin and birds in spring would. But the beasts of the North considered this to be daily routine and Ashstripe's relatively small family was no different.
His child-hood was fairly simple, most of his time would be spent gathering food for himself and his siblings followed by an all out brawl with his brothers and father over who laid claim to the food first; in a way it was really training once the weapons got involved.
But by the time he had reached his late teens Ashstripe simply left, it was for obvious reasons, he wanted to start a family of his own and his father and brothers butted horns quite often. A fun game at a young age but potentially fatal when they were pretty much fully grown. So equipped with nothing but his sword, he wandered aimlessly, drifting place to place, exchanging tales with others who were simply trying to survive in a harsh environment.
This simple life ended rather abruptly upon stumbling upon a bandit camp and being the honor-bound fool that he was he charged in head-long, he wasn't sure what had happened next since he simply blacked out. Only to awake to find himself covered in wounds and blood and that blood wasn't just his, he then found himself in the company of the resident slave. A young badger-maid, not much younger then himself had aided him, tended to his wounds. She explained that he was fortunate enough to kill the leader, which was enough to scare the rest into submission which resulted in them all fleeing.
From that day, Ashstripe had traveled with the maiden, whom remained pretty much nameless, if she had one she would've told him she would often explain, this eventually ended when Ashstripe, labeled her 'Bonnie'; the name stuck. A few years passed uneventfully and before Ashstripe knew it, he had a family of his own, he had achieved pretty much all he had wanted from his simple life; he could've died happy.
But nothing in life ever goes according to plan, contrary to how he had planned his existence his family was attacked, the only one capable of putting up any sort of defense was himself, but that was out of the question as the slavers had his family at spear-point. Once more he blacked out and the all-too familiar scent of blood hung low over the air, he was there on the ground, heavily bruised and wounded, there was no sign of his family or the slavers in question. He was alone, again.
That was the final straw as far as Ashstripe was concerned, he had had enough of the North, all of this loss and constant conflict, he had heard many tales of peaceful lands to the south, where beasts lived in relative harmony and vermin weren't so dominant; good enough for him.
Unfortunately Ashstripe was never one for directions, he assumed he was going south only to find himself at the west coast, with a little more then a shrug he turned south as the sea prevented him from going any further. There, he eventually stumbled upon Breeze and Salamandastron.
Relationships:
Breeze - Close friend, although he doesn't admit it.
Sarge - Another of his close comrades
The rest of his family - Somewhere in the Northlands; as far as he's concerned, their dead.
