Post by sandpaw on Jul 8, 2010 1:02:07 GMT -5
Name: Sandpaw Dunerunner
Gender: Male
Age: 18 and 3 seasons
Species: Mountain Hare
Occupation: Runner of Salamandastron
Physical Appearance:
A trim and cut hare with broad shoulders and a narrow face. He is of normal height and weight. His fur is jet black except his left foot paw being light brown. He has deep green eyes and a white nose. He also has a spliced cheek that he obtained in a battle with a silver fox.
He wears a bracelet made of small gems, and never removes it. A pierced left ear which makes it droop slightly. His clothing is simple a simple blue vest made from linen, with one patch indicating his role as a runner. He keeps this buttoned up trying to hide some of his black fur. He wears no pants for the fear of them getting in the way when he is running.
Possessions
His choice of weapon is a bow he made by himself when he was seven years old from ash found in Mossflower. The string is made from flaxen threads oiled with beeswax. His quiver lies on his back, which is slung across his left shoulder and holds six oak arrows with black feathers from a crow.
He wears a belt leather belt with a silver buckle lined with three daggers made from the forging pits of the great mountain. They are three inches long and an inch wide. The hilts are made from a hard red oak and the blades made of a light metal.
He has a gold ring in his left ear that he wears for good luck. On his right wrist he wears a bracelet made of gems from mountains of the north. Also has a journal that he writes his adventures and scouting’s down in, this helps for remembering key land mark. This is kept in pocket on the inside of his jacket. He also has a map that he sketches on every time he finds a major landmark.
Personality:
Very shy and this interferes with his ability to meet new creatures. Not that he feels he needs to, but once and a while he faced with situations where he wants to but can't find the courage to do so. Even with this flaw, he loyal and quick to warm up to those who show compassion. This makes him a great companion to take on endeavors. He is never one to judge another friendly creature, but has no remorse for foes.
He is always in the mood for a good story, riddle, ballad, and food. And within his journal he has many rough drafts of all four hobbies he entertains himself with when he finds time to. Even with this he walks upright as any other hare, but keeps his eye averted to the ground when approached by other unfamiliar friendly creatures, but holds a stern gaze with vermin.
He has a terrible fear of lingering in one place to long. This stems from his fear of creatures becoming aware of his presence. And his presence is rarely over looked, being completely black and all. He is not sensitive outwardly when remarks are made about his appearance, but inside he tails with them. Yet he remains soft and caring for all good creatures he meets, even those who may make nasty remarks about him. He also seems to have a candied chestnut for any dubbin he sees.
His marksmanship with his bow makes him a deadly weapon of stealth. None that he has come across can match him at this skill, though you would never hear him say this. He is far to humble and shy to boast about his own abilities, but inside he understands his strength in combat. He may not be in the front lines of the battle, but can be found behind the enemy lines wreaking havoc, while they are oblivious to his presence. He sticks to the shadows understanding that this gives him an advantage over whom he faces.
Very resourceful and quick witted. Though few talk or listen to him, but when given the opportunity; he shares all he knows with anyone will to listen to him. He is not one to hold secrets for he feels everyone is entitle to his knowledge of tactics and stealth.
He has a soothing deep voice but speaks slower than most hare; he enjoys choosing his words carefully. This is another thing that sets him apart from any other normal hare.
He loves to cook, being so he see anything as a possible meal as he tries to experiment with tastes. The one thing he wish he would become better at would be making wines, ales, cordials etc.
He may seem easily intimidated, which makes him seem like an easy target, but like many have found they are the ones with empty eyes while he still breathes.
Strengths:
Speed
Endurance
Level head
Quick reflexes
Ability to cook
Little to no temper
Mapping
Hand-to-hand combat
Bow marksmen
Crafter
Determined
Weaknesses:
His stomach ^^
Shy
Feels inferior
Terrible with weapons other then bow, boxing, and dagger work
Water
Thinks tao much
Gullible
Claustrophobia
Spider webs
He doesn't like his reflection
History:
As an infant he was cared for like the rest of the young hares. His personality was young and as creative as the rest of the babes. But as he grew up he knew he was different from the rest, and seeing his reflection in the mirror only reinforced this. His charcoal black fur made him stand out from the rest and made him uncomfortable.
By the age of three he was aware of his position as an orphan, this was devastating to him. He became very isolationistic. Seeing the other young hares with their family made him long for the same connection, but he knew that was impossible. He removed himself from the rest of the hares and found his home in the side of the mountain where he enjoyed his own company and would play by himself for hours on end. But best of all he could watch the older hares march in and out of the great mountain. But it wasn't the hares with the long pikes or the ones with the sabers that would glisten in the sunlight. He found his envy for the hares that specialized in remaining oblivious to the creatures that surrounded them. These he came to find out where known as runners. Thus he modeled himself after these hares at a young age, and because of this chose to model himself after them longing to one day become one of them, and to be accepted as a normal hare. He gave up his childhood playing days, he would rather sit and watch the runners come and go always with great speed and dexterity. Always trying to mimic their elite abilities.
With years of enjoying his own company in the cave, he took up worthwhile hobbies such as writing and reading. And when he wasn't doing that he was in the kitchen. Here he was introduced to reading and writing. This is where he learned to read and write. The recipe cards were always full of mouth and mind watering information. While viewing the childish games the young hares would play as a worthless waste of time. He would rather spend his time listening to the stories of the battle hardened scouts that always seemed to return, no matter what, to the great mountain. He took notes on their strategies and tactics, making sure to not leave out even the smallest detail. In time he noticed that he was far more mature then the other hares his age of five. Again this only made him feel pushed further away, and not having a family to confront his problems he dealt with them himself. By doing so he only grew up faster, faster then he even realized.
He transformed his bleak and empty cave into his own kitchen and would venture out to find his own cooking supplies. In the beginning he made simple recipes to make his own meal, thus meaning he didn’t have to go into the mountain to eat with the rest of the hares. This again only isolated himself more, but he didn't mind he would often read the stories that he had written down to pass the time. Once the recipes he knew became boring to him, he would start to take bits of his favorite recipes to make new ones. Nether-the-less he always was watching the runners return again and again.
By the age of eleven he started to wander further and further from the mountain becoming more confident in his ability to depend on himself. But one evening his luck went bad when he came across a silver fox that had been abandoned by his kin. The fox was mortally wounded but still managed to landed a blow with his rapier and that was it before he finished him off with his unstrung bow, but the blow left a scar on his cheek. Unable to hide his adventures he applied to become a runner. And when accepted to be a runner at the age of thirteen years and two seasons and quickly excelled from his knowledge of the surrounding area and with speed that was respected.
The night was his best friend, making him nearly invisible and hard to spot. He would venture out and go on short adventures only to return before the sunlight gave him away.
Brought up to be the renowned runner that the Long Patrol can produce. And he tries to be the best at what he does. Because he was found in the dunes just outside Salamandastron and longed to become a runner he made his own last name. He saw this as a way of never forgetting who he was, but also what he could be.
Like all hares he was to be trustworthy, noble, thorough hare and he takes pride in his art. Though he longs for a connection with another hare he struggles being quiet and shy, but once shown compassion warms up eagerly. But all in all a one of a kind hare. ^^
Relationships:
Still in the search of a companion, and friends he will roam near and far in search of that one hare he can spend his life. But always is looking for friends willing to accompany him on his scouting.
He knows nothing of his kin or where he came from, this often troubles him.
Gender: Male
Age: 18 and 3 seasons
Species: Mountain Hare
Occupation: Runner of Salamandastron
Physical Appearance:
A trim and cut hare with broad shoulders and a narrow face. He is of normal height and weight. His fur is jet black except his left foot paw being light brown. He has deep green eyes and a white nose. He also has a spliced cheek that he obtained in a battle with a silver fox.
He wears a bracelet made of small gems, and never removes it. A pierced left ear which makes it droop slightly. His clothing is simple a simple blue vest made from linen, with one patch indicating his role as a runner. He keeps this buttoned up trying to hide some of his black fur. He wears no pants for the fear of them getting in the way when he is running.
Possessions
His choice of weapon is a bow he made by himself when he was seven years old from ash found in Mossflower. The string is made from flaxen threads oiled with beeswax. His quiver lies on his back, which is slung across his left shoulder and holds six oak arrows with black feathers from a crow.
He wears a belt leather belt with a silver buckle lined with three daggers made from the forging pits of the great mountain. They are three inches long and an inch wide. The hilts are made from a hard red oak and the blades made of a light metal.
He has a gold ring in his left ear that he wears for good luck. On his right wrist he wears a bracelet made of gems from mountains of the north. Also has a journal that he writes his adventures and scouting’s down in, this helps for remembering key land mark. This is kept in pocket on the inside of his jacket. He also has a map that he sketches on every time he finds a major landmark.
Personality:
Very shy and this interferes with his ability to meet new creatures. Not that he feels he needs to, but once and a while he faced with situations where he wants to but can't find the courage to do so. Even with this flaw, he loyal and quick to warm up to those who show compassion. This makes him a great companion to take on endeavors. He is never one to judge another friendly creature, but has no remorse for foes.
He is always in the mood for a good story, riddle, ballad, and food. And within his journal he has many rough drafts of all four hobbies he entertains himself with when he finds time to. Even with this he walks upright as any other hare, but keeps his eye averted to the ground when approached by other unfamiliar friendly creatures, but holds a stern gaze with vermin.
He has a terrible fear of lingering in one place to long. This stems from his fear of creatures becoming aware of his presence. And his presence is rarely over looked, being completely black and all. He is not sensitive outwardly when remarks are made about his appearance, but inside he tails with them. Yet he remains soft and caring for all good creatures he meets, even those who may make nasty remarks about him. He also seems to have a candied chestnut for any dubbin he sees.
His marksmanship with his bow makes him a deadly weapon of stealth. None that he has come across can match him at this skill, though you would never hear him say this. He is far to humble and shy to boast about his own abilities, but inside he understands his strength in combat. He may not be in the front lines of the battle, but can be found behind the enemy lines wreaking havoc, while they are oblivious to his presence. He sticks to the shadows understanding that this gives him an advantage over whom he faces.
Very resourceful and quick witted. Though few talk or listen to him, but when given the opportunity; he shares all he knows with anyone will to listen to him. He is not one to hold secrets for he feels everyone is entitle to his knowledge of tactics and stealth.
He has a soothing deep voice but speaks slower than most hare; he enjoys choosing his words carefully. This is another thing that sets him apart from any other normal hare.
He loves to cook, being so he see anything as a possible meal as he tries to experiment with tastes. The one thing he wish he would become better at would be making wines, ales, cordials etc.
He may seem easily intimidated, which makes him seem like an easy target, but like many have found they are the ones with empty eyes while he still breathes.
Strengths:
Speed
Endurance
Level head
Quick reflexes
Ability to cook
Little to no temper
Mapping
Hand-to-hand combat
Bow marksmen
Crafter
Determined
Weaknesses:
His stomach ^^
Shy
Feels inferior
Terrible with weapons other then bow, boxing, and dagger work
Water
Thinks tao much
Gullible
Claustrophobia
Spider webs
He doesn't like his reflection
History:
As an infant he was cared for like the rest of the young hares. His personality was young and as creative as the rest of the babes. But as he grew up he knew he was different from the rest, and seeing his reflection in the mirror only reinforced this. His charcoal black fur made him stand out from the rest and made him uncomfortable.
By the age of three he was aware of his position as an orphan, this was devastating to him. He became very isolationistic. Seeing the other young hares with their family made him long for the same connection, but he knew that was impossible. He removed himself from the rest of the hares and found his home in the side of the mountain where he enjoyed his own company and would play by himself for hours on end. But best of all he could watch the older hares march in and out of the great mountain. But it wasn't the hares with the long pikes or the ones with the sabers that would glisten in the sunlight. He found his envy for the hares that specialized in remaining oblivious to the creatures that surrounded them. These he came to find out where known as runners. Thus he modeled himself after these hares at a young age, and because of this chose to model himself after them longing to one day become one of them, and to be accepted as a normal hare. He gave up his childhood playing days, he would rather sit and watch the runners come and go always with great speed and dexterity. Always trying to mimic their elite abilities.
With years of enjoying his own company in the cave, he took up worthwhile hobbies such as writing and reading. And when he wasn't doing that he was in the kitchen. Here he was introduced to reading and writing. This is where he learned to read and write. The recipe cards were always full of mouth and mind watering information. While viewing the childish games the young hares would play as a worthless waste of time. He would rather spend his time listening to the stories of the battle hardened scouts that always seemed to return, no matter what, to the great mountain. He took notes on their strategies and tactics, making sure to not leave out even the smallest detail. In time he noticed that he was far more mature then the other hares his age of five. Again this only made him feel pushed further away, and not having a family to confront his problems he dealt with them himself. By doing so he only grew up faster, faster then he even realized.
He transformed his bleak and empty cave into his own kitchen and would venture out to find his own cooking supplies. In the beginning he made simple recipes to make his own meal, thus meaning he didn’t have to go into the mountain to eat with the rest of the hares. This again only isolated himself more, but he didn't mind he would often read the stories that he had written down to pass the time. Once the recipes he knew became boring to him, he would start to take bits of his favorite recipes to make new ones. Nether-the-less he always was watching the runners return again and again.
By the age of eleven he started to wander further and further from the mountain becoming more confident in his ability to depend on himself. But one evening his luck went bad when he came across a silver fox that had been abandoned by his kin. The fox was mortally wounded but still managed to landed a blow with his rapier and that was it before he finished him off with his unstrung bow, but the blow left a scar on his cheek. Unable to hide his adventures he applied to become a runner. And when accepted to be a runner at the age of thirteen years and two seasons and quickly excelled from his knowledge of the surrounding area and with speed that was respected.
The night was his best friend, making him nearly invisible and hard to spot. He would venture out and go on short adventures only to return before the sunlight gave him away.
Brought up to be the renowned runner that the Long Patrol can produce. And he tries to be the best at what he does. Because he was found in the dunes just outside Salamandastron and longed to become a runner he made his own last name. He saw this as a way of never forgetting who he was, but also what he could be.
Like all hares he was to be trustworthy, noble, thorough hare and he takes pride in his art. Though he longs for a connection with another hare he struggles being quiet and shy, but once shown compassion warms up eagerly. But all in all a one of a kind hare. ^^
Relationships:
Still in the search of a companion, and friends he will roam near and far in search of that one hare he can spend his life. But always is looking for friends willing to accompany him on his scouting.
He knows nothing of his kin or where he came from, this often troubles him.
