Post by Sigurd on Jul 29, 2011 3:00:39 GMT -5
Name: Logan Streamrun
Gender: Male
Age: Thirty-three years
Species: Sea otter
Occupation: Skipper of Sea Otters.
Physical Appearance:
Logan is a light brown furred beast. He ranks about 5'10 in Redwall height. His hazel eyes are almond shaped. Several tiny scars run across his chin, and lower jaw. He is well muscled, and finely tuned. His rudder is a hefty one, consisting with the power of a club.
On his left cheek, several blue lines resembling streams are tattooed into his face. On the back of his right paw is another tattoo, this time of a small shark, which stretches when he moves his paws.
Streamrun sports a light green cloak, complete with a hood. Rather than wearing a tunic, he bears a green plaid kilt, held up by a large brass buckled belt. He wears a pair of floppy, brass buckled corsair boots.
Possessions:
Despite his clothing, Streamrun carries a yew longbow, and a quiver, filled to its brim with thirty-two barbed arrows. He also carries a dirk stashed in his belt. The dirk's hilt is somewhat heavy, and is colored black, while its light silvery blade is light, making it a good throwing tool if the going gets rough.
Grubbrunner
Seven years ago, Streamrun captured a vessel in tow from a corsair galley. Repairing it, he fixed up the vessel, and painted it blue, to blend in. It is twenty-feet by seventeen feet, with a flat bottom. It carries a cabin at the back for the captain. In his personal quarters, he has petty possessions, a bed, a dresser, a chamberpot, and a mantle, where he keeps his pa's old claymore.
Personality:
Logan Streamrun cares not for petty possessions, but rather friendship and a nice drink, once in a while. A northerner, he is resistant against the cold. Streamrun is a light sleeper, waking up at every twig snap, and every bird's song. Though he usually eats little, Streamrun can turn into a glutton at a feast. Like most otters, he is partial to Shrimp'n'Hotroot soup. Being a northerner, he prefers a cool breeze to a hot day, and rarely wears more than his usual kilt and cloak. He is no fan of swords, especially claymores, as they are such flimsy weapons. Thus he keeps his father's old sword as a mantlepiece rather than a weapon. He prefers light weapons. He is a gentle beast, with a soft spot for younglings. He carries a hate for vermin, though not as far as most beasts. He doesn't mind bad weather, as he lived in the north, which held the worst weather. He isn't a genius, though he isn't an idiot, either. He carries a good intelligence, for a sea faring otter. He is a terrible writer in normal script, while curiously good in molescript. It's possible this is because his normal writing is so bad, he makes up for it in molescript.
Strengths:
-Like most Northerners, Logan Streamrun is an agile and well trained fighter.
-Like his namesake, Streamrun is a quick runner.
-Also like his namesake, Streamrun is a powerful swimmer.
Weaknesses:
-Streamrun is a terrible cook.
-After a childhood accident, Streamrun refuses to climb trees.
History:
Logan Streamrun was born to two sea otters in the Northland. Logan grew up soundly, raised by both parents and his Granmum Frun. When Logan was about eight years old, his parents passed away, weeks from each other, from a terrible disease. First his father, then his mother. It soon became him and Granny Frun.
Logan started to rebel, getting his first tattoo when he was eleven. This was the Stream tattoo. Later on that year, he climbed a large sycamore. It was the only tree around, and half dead. The sycamore cracked in half, when he was at the top. Logan broke his left arm, and received many scars across his chin, and lower jaw.
After his accident, and his arm healed, Logan became more mature. At the age of eighteen, he took up his father's claymore, and left his holt, along with his grandmother, to live south. The duo met many obstacles along the way, many of which were simply numbskull highwaymen. The only gain from these encounters was his dirk, which he replaced the old beech handle with a mahogany one, made black. Along the way, they added a fat beetle by the name of Grubtackle to their group.
When he was twenty-two, he, Grubtackle and Granny Frun arrived in the holt South of Salamandastron. Logan quickly rose through the ranks, eventually becoming Skipper of the Sea Otters at age twenty-seven. The year before the otter captured a small boat, and set about repairing it.
The boat was badly damaged, and in tow of a large vermin galley. late at night, one autumn day, Streamrun and a few otters swept aboard the the vessel, and cut loose the rope towing it. The Streamrun tossed the searat guard, who had fallen asleep, off the ship, with a board to float on. The crew was forced to row the ship into the shallows near the holt. The galley never noticed. Streamrun dubbed the captured vessel Grubbrunner.
Logan Streamrun has kept Grubbrunner in a cave, located on a stream north of the holt. He occasionally sails down the River Moss, with a crew of otters, and Grubtackle.
Relationships:
His grandmother, and pet Grubtackle.
Other:
There are three score of otters in his holt, with only thirty of them of them able fighters.
Gender: Male
Age: Thirty-three years
Species: Sea otter
Occupation: Skipper of Sea Otters.
Physical Appearance:
Logan is a light brown furred beast. He ranks about 5'10 in Redwall height. His hazel eyes are almond shaped. Several tiny scars run across his chin, and lower jaw. He is well muscled, and finely tuned. His rudder is a hefty one, consisting with the power of a club.
On his left cheek, several blue lines resembling streams are tattooed into his face. On the back of his right paw is another tattoo, this time of a small shark, which stretches when he moves his paws.
Streamrun sports a light green cloak, complete with a hood. Rather than wearing a tunic, he bears a green plaid kilt, held up by a large brass buckled belt. He wears a pair of floppy, brass buckled corsair boots.
Possessions:
Despite his clothing, Streamrun carries a yew longbow, and a quiver, filled to its brim with thirty-two barbed arrows. He also carries a dirk stashed in his belt. The dirk's hilt is somewhat heavy, and is colored black, while its light silvery blade is light, making it a good throwing tool if the going gets rough.
Grubbrunner
Seven years ago, Streamrun captured a vessel in tow from a corsair galley. Repairing it, he fixed up the vessel, and painted it blue, to blend in. It is twenty-feet by seventeen feet, with a flat bottom. It carries a cabin at the back for the captain. In his personal quarters, he has petty possessions, a bed, a dresser, a chamberpot, and a mantle, where he keeps his pa's old claymore.
Personality:
Logan Streamrun cares not for petty possessions, but rather friendship and a nice drink, once in a while. A northerner, he is resistant against the cold. Streamrun is a light sleeper, waking up at every twig snap, and every bird's song. Though he usually eats little, Streamrun can turn into a glutton at a feast. Like most otters, he is partial to Shrimp'n'Hotroot soup. Being a northerner, he prefers a cool breeze to a hot day, and rarely wears more than his usual kilt and cloak. He is no fan of swords, especially claymores, as they are such flimsy weapons. Thus he keeps his father's old sword as a mantlepiece rather than a weapon. He prefers light weapons. He is a gentle beast, with a soft spot for younglings. He carries a hate for vermin, though not as far as most beasts. He doesn't mind bad weather, as he lived in the north, which held the worst weather. He isn't a genius, though he isn't an idiot, either. He carries a good intelligence, for a sea faring otter. He is a terrible writer in normal script, while curiously good in molescript. It's possible this is because his normal writing is so bad, he makes up for it in molescript.
Strengths:
-Like most Northerners, Logan Streamrun is an agile and well trained fighter.
-Like his namesake, Streamrun is a quick runner.
-Also like his namesake, Streamrun is a powerful swimmer.
Weaknesses:
-Streamrun is a terrible cook.
-After a childhood accident, Streamrun refuses to climb trees.
History:
Logan Streamrun was born to two sea otters in the Northland. Logan grew up soundly, raised by both parents and his Granmum Frun. When Logan was about eight years old, his parents passed away, weeks from each other, from a terrible disease. First his father, then his mother. It soon became him and Granny Frun.
Logan started to rebel, getting his first tattoo when he was eleven. This was the Stream tattoo. Later on that year, he climbed a large sycamore. It was the only tree around, and half dead. The sycamore cracked in half, when he was at the top. Logan broke his left arm, and received many scars across his chin, and lower jaw.
After his accident, and his arm healed, Logan became more mature. At the age of eighteen, he took up his father's claymore, and left his holt, along with his grandmother, to live south. The duo met many obstacles along the way, many of which were simply numbskull highwaymen. The only gain from these encounters was his dirk, which he replaced the old beech handle with a mahogany one, made black. Along the way, they added a fat beetle by the name of Grubtackle to their group.
When he was twenty-two, he, Grubtackle and Granny Frun arrived in the holt South of Salamandastron. Logan quickly rose through the ranks, eventually becoming Skipper of the Sea Otters at age twenty-seven. The year before the otter captured a small boat, and set about repairing it.
The boat was badly damaged, and in tow of a large vermin galley. late at night, one autumn day, Streamrun and a few otters swept aboard the the vessel, and cut loose the rope towing it. The Streamrun tossed the searat guard, who had fallen asleep, off the ship, with a board to float on. The crew was forced to row the ship into the shallows near the holt. The galley never noticed. Streamrun dubbed the captured vessel Grubbrunner.
Logan Streamrun has kept Grubbrunner in a cave, located on a stream north of the holt. He occasionally sails down the River Moss, with a crew of otters, and Grubtackle.
Relationships:
His grandmother, and pet Grubtackle.
Other:
There are three score of otters in his holt, with only thirty of them of them able fighters.
