Post by lorki on Oct 20, 2009 18:45:59 GMT -5
Name: Sleetfang (Sleet)
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Species: Ferret
Occupation: Thief, Assassin.
Physical Appearance:
Sleet is a silver ferret, she is mostly soft dove gray with darker tones about her ears and limbs and lighter silver around her back and underbelly. She is slightly petite with a shorter then average and very slim build but this doesn't take away from her strength, which is quite exceptional considering her size. She is missing about half of her left ear and her tail is cut short. The pads of her paws are dappled white with scars, and lighter discoloration along her lower legs are from burn scars as well.
Sleet dresses for her profession, a clean quick killer. She does not weight herself down with armor or excessive clothing. She is careful to always keep her dappled legs covered, mainly for her own benefit but beside that often wears simply cut, form fitting and darkly colored garments. Accompanied by a cloak or long red coat if the weather is too cold.
Possessions
Sleet is a wanderer. She carries with her at all times a small pack filled with the essentials- some clothes, food, a seemingly never used fire starter as well as a few sentimental objects. Wrapped neatly in a cloth is a small worn book, written in faded small script with yellowed pages and three basic carved figurines that seem like they must have been intended to be models of a fox and two ferrets.
Her prize possession is her collection of knives, perfectly balanced, beautifully made, Sleets throwing knives are one of her signatures. Along her belt she also carries two twin short swords for close range combat and three decorative daggers, each topped with the tip of a badgers tail- a gruesome homage to the revenge shes so far acted out. She also has a varying collections of poisons from time to time.
Personality:
Sleets morals are what what some would consider extremely distorted. This mainly stems from her history. Her childhood self is continually confused and blown away by the cruelty around her, this leads her to be on occasion unbelievably noble. The part of her that grew up within a horde is just the opposite. It is the cruelty in her, the part that stirs her deepest anger and pushes her to kill savagely without consideration. Thrown in with heavy self loathing she is an often misunderstood beast.
She hates most who consider themselves 'good', if she hears anyone refers to her as 'vermin' she immediately initiates a fight. She hates and disrespects horde followers, so it takes a very particular creature to get on Sleet's good side. This is the reason she has few close friends. In a nutshell Sleet his lost sight of everything she valued and loved as a younger beast and thus lost her faith and hope for acceptance in the eyes of others. She has buried the part of her that wants to be liked, wants to be at peace and covered in it layers of spite, vengeance and anger at the creatures who she believes took away mostly all of her opportunities and made her view life so harshly.
Not to say it is impossible for her to find happiness and friendship. When a particular beast is able to get beyond her spiky outer layer Sleet is an oddly compassionate ferret with some. She is fiercely loyal with her friends and family and quick to act on behalf of somebody else. Though not to admit it she deeply fears the loss of any creature that shares her friendship and can become quite reckless if they are endangered. Once someone has rubbed her the wrong way she doesn't take kindly to them at all. She holds a strong bias against certain creatures and groups (namely badgers) and does not hesitate to remember a grudge, though for her greatest and most constant foes she holds an odd strong sort of respect.
Strengths:
Accuracy with weapons
Speed, with both reflexes and movements
Cleverness
Weaknesses:
Size
Temper
Unwillingness to back off
History:
Sleet was born under a different name, in a far northern village compiled of ferrets, foxes and weasels. They were outside of any communication with the world beyond their small valley, happily ignorant. They were not aware when their leader, an ex warlord who had had a bounty on his head attacked and killed the son of a Salamandastron Badger who had wondered too near their their false paradise. In an understandable fit of rage the badgers staged what ended up to be a full scale slaughter and burning of her village when she was about eight years old. All of her family safe for one of her younger brothers were killed.
After witnessing the slaughter of her two eldest siblings she attempted to rescue her youngest brothers, but quickly lost them in the large chaos. She escaped on her own. After days on her own she stumbled upon a small horde of vermin and was 'adopted' into the group. In their rough sort of care her wounds were treated and she was looked after, the hordebeasts gave her a new name and a new life. After her rattled mind had returned to near-normality she began to learn awkwardly about the real world. Although she was at first distraught and horrified by what a cruel world she found beyond her home she was quickly convinced that there was no other way to survive. She developed into a skilled spitfire of a fighter by the time she was a teenager.
When the horde was attacked, Sleet, unwilling to watch any more creatures she cared for die, took off on her own. She brutally hunted down every badger that had any involvement in the murder of her family and grotesquely kept their severed tails as a sort of souvenir. Through this she found the profession of killing, and in this world where the killer seemed to be on top, she started up as an assassin. This lead to her being extremely well known and hated by Salamandastron beasts, and others alike. Sleet's bounty has grown steadily over the years.
Her multiple adventures have been speckles in tragedies- Sleet's unfriendliness is a direct relation to the fact that all to many of her friends seem to find death in an untimely manner. But all through it she had survived, even if perhaps she should not have.
Late in her teenage years Sleet found her youngest brother, Kutenai, who had long lived his own life. The two became instantly attached again, and Sleet fell easily into the roll of overprotective older sister.
Now they are often separate but meet up regularly. Sleet continues as a popular killer, a silent and fast assassin, she spends her time dodging bounty hunters and going about her work. Avoiding large establishments like Salamandastron and Redwall as much as possible.
Relationships:
Kutenai- little brother.
Other
Sleet is terrified of fire, has an allergy to mice (they make her sneeze) and gets easily sea sick.
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Species: Ferret
Occupation: Thief, Assassin.
Physical Appearance:
Sleet is a silver ferret, she is mostly soft dove gray with darker tones about her ears and limbs and lighter silver around her back and underbelly. She is slightly petite with a shorter then average and very slim build but this doesn't take away from her strength, which is quite exceptional considering her size. She is missing about half of her left ear and her tail is cut short. The pads of her paws are dappled white with scars, and lighter discoloration along her lower legs are from burn scars as well.
Sleet dresses for her profession, a clean quick killer. She does not weight herself down with armor or excessive clothing. She is careful to always keep her dappled legs covered, mainly for her own benefit but beside that often wears simply cut, form fitting and darkly colored garments. Accompanied by a cloak or long red coat if the weather is too cold.
Possessions
Sleet is a wanderer. She carries with her at all times a small pack filled with the essentials- some clothes, food, a seemingly never used fire starter as well as a few sentimental objects. Wrapped neatly in a cloth is a small worn book, written in faded small script with yellowed pages and three basic carved figurines that seem like they must have been intended to be models of a fox and two ferrets.
Her prize possession is her collection of knives, perfectly balanced, beautifully made, Sleets throwing knives are one of her signatures. Along her belt she also carries two twin short swords for close range combat and three decorative daggers, each topped with the tip of a badgers tail- a gruesome homage to the revenge shes so far acted out. She also has a varying collections of poisons from time to time.
Personality:
Sleets morals are what what some would consider extremely distorted. This mainly stems from her history. Her childhood self is continually confused and blown away by the cruelty around her, this leads her to be on occasion unbelievably noble. The part of her that grew up within a horde is just the opposite. It is the cruelty in her, the part that stirs her deepest anger and pushes her to kill savagely without consideration. Thrown in with heavy self loathing she is an often misunderstood beast.
She hates most who consider themselves 'good', if she hears anyone refers to her as 'vermin' she immediately initiates a fight. She hates and disrespects horde followers, so it takes a very particular creature to get on Sleet's good side. This is the reason she has few close friends. In a nutshell Sleet his lost sight of everything she valued and loved as a younger beast and thus lost her faith and hope for acceptance in the eyes of others. She has buried the part of her that wants to be liked, wants to be at peace and covered in it layers of spite, vengeance and anger at the creatures who she believes took away mostly all of her opportunities and made her view life so harshly.
Not to say it is impossible for her to find happiness and friendship. When a particular beast is able to get beyond her spiky outer layer Sleet is an oddly compassionate ferret with some. She is fiercely loyal with her friends and family and quick to act on behalf of somebody else. Though not to admit it she deeply fears the loss of any creature that shares her friendship and can become quite reckless if they are endangered. Once someone has rubbed her the wrong way she doesn't take kindly to them at all. She holds a strong bias against certain creatures and groups (namely badgers) and does not hesitate to remember a grudge, though for her greatest and most constant foes she holds an odd strong sort of respect.
Strengths:
Accuracy with weapons
Speed, with both reflexes and movements
Cleverness
Weaknesses:
Size
Temper
Unwillingness to back off
History:
Sleet was born under a different name, in a far northern village compiled of ferrets, foxes and weasels. They were outside of any communication with the world beyond their small valley, happily ignorant. They were not aware when their leader, an ex warlord who had had a bounty on his head attacked and killed the son of a Salamandastron Badger who had wondered too near their their false paradise. In an understandable fit of rage the badgers staged what ended up to be a full scale slaughter and burning of her village when she was about eight years old. All of her family safe for one of her younger brothers were killed.
After witnessing the slaughter of her two eldest siblings she attempted to rescue her youngest brothers, but quickly lost them in the large chaos. She escaped on her own. After days on her own she stumbled upon a small horde of vermin and was 'adopted' into the group. In their rough sort of care her wounds were treated and she was looked after, the hordebeasts gave her a new name and a new life. After her rattled mind had returned to near-normality she began to learn awkwardly about the real world. Although she was at first distraught and horrified by what a cruel world she found beyond her home she was quickly convinced that there was no other way to survive. She developed into a skilled spitfire of a fighter by the time she was a teenager.
When the horde was attacked, Sleet, unwilling to watch any more creatures she cared for die, took off on her own. She brutally hunted down every badger that had any involvement in the murder of her family and grotesquely kept their severed tails as a sort of souvenir. Through this she found the profession of killing, and in this world where the killer seemed to be on top, she started up as an assassin. This lead to her being extremely well known and hated by Salamandastron beasts, and others alike. Sleet's bounty has grown steadily over the years.
Her multiple adventures have been speckles in tragedies- Sleet's unfriendliness is a direct relation to the fact that all to many of her friends seem to find death in an untimely manner. But all through it she had survived, even if perhaps she should not have.
Late in her teenage years Sleet found her youngest brother, Kutenai, who had long lived his own life. The two became instantly attached again, and Sleet fell easily into the roll of overprotective older sister.
Now they are often separate but meet up regularly. Sleet continues as a popular killer, a silent and fast assassin, she spends her time dodging bounty hunters and going about her work. Avoiding large establishments like Salamandastron and Redwall as much as possible.
Relationships:
Kutenai- little brother.
Other
Sleet is terrified of fire, has an allergy to mice (they make her sneeze) and gets easily sea sick.