Post by Directed by M. Night Shyamalan on Jan 25, 2009 15:01:25 GMT -5
Name:Farrel Foehunter
Age: Sixteen seasons
Gender: Male
Species: Pine Marten
Personality: Smarty, somewhat sassy, and very cocky. Often too thingyy, has gotten him into trouble many times. He is very passionate towards kits, no matter the species. Although he is young, he has fought in many battles. Having seen what vermin do, he looks at them contempt, and will kill them, even after they surrender.
Possessions: Two 4-foot double-edged longsword's strapped to his back which are his primary weapons. They each have a silver colored blade, with black leather wrapped handle and each pommel contains a luminous emerald. His dirks are of the same manner. He also has two dirks and is a professional knife-thrower.
Strengths: He is very quick and agile, incredibly brilliant in battle plans and very wood wise. He knows his way around mossflower like the back of his hand.
Weaknesses: Way to thingyy. He will take on more enemies than he can handle, is trying to prove himself as a great hero again and again, and again. Arrogant, but not like some vermin warlords. He is also quick to jump to conclusions.
History: Farrel lived in a kingdom of Pine Martens, on a far away pair of islands called the Southern Isles. After the great Vermin wars, which started when A vast vermin army led by a large wolf attacked the isles, he and several hundred other Martens fled the isle in several ships. They landed in Mossflower country and separated into tribes. These tribes were not peaceful farmers, they had decided to become Vermin Hunters, and kill any vermin found. Raised in the art of war, Farrel is considered the most skilled of his tribe. However, he was Restless, and together with a Squirrel called Riskarrel, he left to go wandering. He arrived in Redwall Abbey and decided to stay for the summer and rest. Not Riskarrel, he continued hunting. Both friends have swore to both meet each other at the mountain of Salamandastron one day. It is now the end of the summer, and Farrel has packed his gear and left. Now, none knows where he will be seen again. In the Abbey, the fortress, or at the Gates of Dark Forest.
Other: not much.
Age: Sixteen seasons
Gender: Male
Species: Pine Marten
Personality: Smarty, somewhat sassy, and very cocky. Often too thingyy, has gotten him into trouble many times. He is very passionate towards kits, no matter the species. Although he is young, he has fought in many battles. Having seen what vermin do, he looks at them contempt, and will kill them, even after they surrender.
Possessions: Two 4-foot double-edged longsword's strapped to his back which are his primary weapons. They each have a silver colored blade, with black leather wrapped handle and each pommel contains a luminous emerald. His dirks are of the same manner. He also has two dirks and is a professional knife-thrower.
Strengths: He is very quick and agile, incredibly brilliant in battle plans and very wood wise. He knows his way around mossflower like the back of his hand.
Weaknesses: Way to thingyy. He will take on more enemies than he can handle, is trying to prove himself as a great hero again and again, and again. Arrogant, but not like some vermin warlords. He is also quick to jump to conclusions.
History: Farrel lived in a kingdom of Pine Martens, on a far away pair of islands called the Southern Isles. After the great Vermin wars, which started when A vast vermin army led by a large wolf attacked the isles, he and several hundred other Martens fled the isle in several ships. They landed in Mossflower country and separated into tribes. These tribes were not peaceful farmers, they had decided to become Vermin Hunters, and kill any vermin found. Raised in the art of war, Farrel is considered the most skilled of his tribe. However, he was Restless, and together with a Squirrel called Riskarrel, he left to go wandering. He arrived in Redwall Abbey and decided to stay for the summer and rest. Not Riskarrel, he continued hunting. Both friends have swore to both meet each other at the mountain of Salamandastron one day. It is now the end of the summer, and Farrel has packed his gear and left. Now, none knows where he will be seen again. In the Abbey, the fortress, or at the Gates of Dark Forest.
Other: not much.
