Post by Rook on Sept 20, 2011 12:31:04 GMT -5
Name: Lyric "Rook" Dare
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Species: Hare
Occupation: Violinist/ Redwaller
Physical Appearance:
Lyric, or Rook as he's better known, has thick, soft black fur. The fur is so dark as to have almost purplish highlights. He has light sandy markings on his chest and the undersides of his limbs, tail, and paws. (Think Doberman pinscher for the shape of his markings) His paws are rather wide for a hare, and his upright ears are quite tall, adding another foot or so to his modest height. He has long, sturdy dark claws, and the sharp tips are visible at all times; his paw pads are a pinkish-tan. His eyes are reddish-brown, leaning more towards red, and his frame is wide and fit, but not too muscular. He's just in good shape.
Clothing: Rook wears a simple wine-colored, low-collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also wears a rich black sash across his chest, the ends tied together in a large knot at his right hip. His breeches are the darkest red, with gold thread embroidered down the outside of the legs in random swirling patterns. Crimson leather fingerless gloves cover at least his right paw at all times, but he usually wears both during the cooler months. He also wears a loose wine-colored cap throughout the year.
Possessions:
Rook always carries his prized red violin. The wood is literally a rich, dark mahogany or wine color, and the bow is the same color. He also has a large red and gold bag for carrying paper, something to write with, a wooden flute, and a small mandolin made of honey-colored wood with black trim. (Picture here: 2.bp.blogspot.com/_RyeZWJANfv8/TOcojB7MVTI/AAAAAAAADVA/LCsHZ0aYWag/s1600/mandolin.jpg )
Personality:
Rook is mute. His vocal chords physically do not work, and he cannot speak a single word, or make a single noise with his voice, for that matter. And the paper and writing utensils are for writing down messages when a nod or shake of his head is not a sufficient answer. But his muteness has never hindered him from making noise. He does that with music.
He is an expert violinist and mandolin player. If the instrument has strings, he can probably play it pretty well, and he can also play the pan flute and a regular flute, but stringed instruments are more his forte. And the violin is his favorite; he plays it the best out of all the instruments he's learned. He will sometimes compose his own pieces, but he normally plays ballads and songs he's learned from friends and family.
Rook is easygoing. He likes to sit back and relax. He tends to avoid work to go practice his instruments in some quiet corner, and then perform an entire concerto later in the day for any beast willing to listen. Since he pretty much just drops whatever he's doing to go practice, he leaves many things unfinished, much to the chagrin of his elders. But since he is such a relaxed personality, he's extremely easy to get along with.
He's not a fighter, but he can defend himself. He learned many paw-to-paw fighting techniques from his parents, and he's pretty light on his feet. However, he prefers to settle things calmly, unless fighting is the only alternative.
Rook likes to dance, especially while playing the violin. He tends to lose track of everything around him and focus only on his music. He will even close his eyes and simply start dancing. He spins, jumps, jigs, and leaps all over the place, yet curiously he manages not to bump into anything or anyone (it's only happened once or twice). He can keep dancing for hours. It's not necessarily hypnotic like some other forms of dancing, but he is pretty entertaining to watch.
Rook is an extremely caring person. Since he can't speak, he is the best listener, but he's not great at giving advice. His ears are expressive, and can often be seen dropping back, perking up, or generally flip-flopping around all day long; the only times they're still are when he's dancing, in which case his ears choose one position: perked up or dropped back, and they stay that way until he stops dancing.
Strengths:
Rook is kind, caring, and friendly. He can play all forms of stringed instruments, as well as the flute and the pan flute. He's a decent paw-to-paw fighter, light on his feet, and a great dancer.
Weaknesses:
Rook is rather lazy, and he can be a bit of a show-off. Since he can't speak, it is hard for him to communicate with others. He loses track of most everything around him while he's dancing, and this can be a problem, especially if somebeast is trying to get his attention. He also has a tendency to leave many things unfinished in preference to playing his music.
History:
Lyric Dare was born to Justic and Rachel Dare, two hares living in Mossflower country. They were a young and happy couple, but when the baby came along, they found they suddenly didn't have enough space or food to take care of him. But they loved their darling little hare, so they tried to figure it out. Justice worked hard planting crops on their small plot of land, and Rachel did her fair share of work making various crafts to sell to passing merchants.
But it was not to last. Justice's nonstop work finally took its toll one hard winter. He became too sick to get out of bed, and Rachel had run out materials to make crafts (she normally knitted scarves and sewed patches of fabrics to make blankets). Lyric was still only a little babe. So, in order for her son to always be in a warm home with plenty of food, Rachel set out for Redwall. She reached the abbey after enduring a harsh blizzard, cradling her baby in her arms.
Banging on the back gate, she left Lyric, wrapped snugly in blankets, in a basket she once used to hold balls of yarn. She also left a note attached to the handle of the basket that read, "Take care of my son. His name is Lyric. I'll come back for him soon."
Now, by this time, Lyric was able to speak. His mother had knitted him a blanket with a pattern of rooks on it, Justice's favorite birds. And Lyric had been dubbed Rook by his parents because of his black fur. 'Rook' was the first and last word Lyric ever spoke. Being left out in the cold for so long outside the east wicker gate of Redwall took its toll on his little voice as he wailed for his mommy. He was found by a molemum, who quickly brought him inside Cavern Hole to get him warmed up by the fire.
"Rook," Lyric said sleepily, his voice hoarse. He fell asleep in the mole's arms and awoke the next morning unable to use his voice.
His blanket had gotten ruined by the snowstorm (plus constant use before his mother brought him to Redwall) so the molemum threw it away and got the baby hare a warmer, softer blanket. When Lyric awoke the morning after, he once again tried to say 'Rook', but his vocal chords would not cooperate. Alarmed, the molemum (whose name was Dura) got the little hare some warm tea with honey and lemon, hoping to soothe his sore throat. But it didn't work, and Lyric was now a mute.
But every beast in the abbey accepted him as one of their own as soon as they saw the little black hare and heard the story from Dura. Lyric grew up happy and content with his fellow Dibbuns, and three years later, his mother and father came for a visit. They were overjoyed to see him, but their joy was cut short when they found out about his muteness. It didn't seem to bother Lyric, so Rachel sniffed away her tears and Justice put on a warm smile.
Justice had brought his son a few instruments to play, since the hare couple had been doing well for themselves the past three years. Lyric liked the sound the mandolin made, and he thought the violin looked pretty. From that point on, Lyric practiced those instruments with all his heart.
His parents had wanted to take him back with them to their home in Mossflower, but they saw how happy he was at Redwall, so they promised to visit every spring. Lyric was soon dubbed Rook by every beast at the abbey after they heard his parents calling him by that name nonstop during their visit.
Rook grew into a fine young beast, with a passion for his music (And no passion whatsoever for his chores. Clearly, he hadn't inherited his parents' work ethic). He received his cap and sash, among other gifts, from his parents when they visited him over the years. Justice also taught Rook some paw-to-paw fighting techniques, which the old hare had learned in his own younger days.
Now Rook spends his time shirking his chores and performing his music for the inhabitants of the abbey. He looks forward to each visit from his parents. Not for the gifts they bring, but simply to see them again. He's made many friends at Redwall, but sadly, Dura passed on when Rook was ten. He honors her memory by keeping that basket and blanket in a safe place in his room.
Relationships:
Justice and Rachel Dare- parents living in Mossflower
Dura- old molemum who brought him into Redwall (deceased)
And a myriad of friends at the abbey including a hedgehog and fellow violinist named Broden
Other:
Lyric loves listening to moles speak. He finds their quaint speech fascinating.
Lyric has a soft spot for Dibbuns and likes performing his music for them as often as he can.
EDIT: Changed his age from 18 to 24. And here's a concept sketch if you'd like to see how I imagine him: wildstudios.webs.com/apps/photos/photo?photoid=138381192
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Species: Hare
Occupation: Violinist/ Redwaller
Physical Appearance:
Lyric, or Rook as he's better known, has thick, soft black fur. The fur is so dark as to have almost purplish highlights. He has light sandy markings on his chest and the undersides of his limbs, tail, and paws. (Think Doberman pinscher for the shape of his markings) His paws are rather wide for a hare, and his upright ears are quite tall, adding another foot or so to his modest height. He has long, sturdy dark claws, and the sharp tips are visible at all times; his paw pads are a pinkish-tan. His eyes are reddish-brown, leaning more towards red, and his frame is wide and fit, but not too muscular. He's just in good shape.
Clothing: Rook wears a simple wine-colored, low-collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also wears a rich black sash across his chest, the ends tied together in a large knot at his right hip. His breeches are the darkest red, with gold thread embroidered down the outside of the legs in random swirling patterns. Crimson leather fingerless gloves cover at least his right paw at all times, but he usually wears both during the cooler months. He also wears a loose wine-colored cap throughout the year.
Possessions:
Rook always carries his prized red violin. The wood is literally a rich, dark mahogany or wine color, and the bow is the same color. He also has a large red and gold bag for carrying paper, something to write with, a wooden flute, and a small mandolin made of honey-colored wood with black trim. (Picture here: 2.bp.blogspot.com/_RyeZWJANfv8/TOcojB7MVTI/AAAAAAAADVA/LCsHZ0aYWag/s1600/mandolin.jpg )
Personality:
Rook is mute. His vocal chords physically do not work, and he cannot speak a single word, or make a single noise with his voice, for that matter. And the paper and writing utensils are for writing down messages when a nod or shake of his head is not a sufficient answer. But his muteness has never hindered him from making noise. He does that with music.
He is an expert violinist and mandolin player. If the instrument has strings, he can probably play it pretty well, and he can also play the pan flute and a regular flute, but stringed instruments are more his forte. And the violin is his favorite; he plays it the best out of all the instruments he's learned. He will sometimes compose his own pieces, but he normally plays ballads and songs he's learned from friends and family.
Rook is easygoing. He likes to sit back and relax. He tends to avoid work to go practice his instruments in some quiet corner, and then perform an entire concerto later in the day for any beast willing to listen. Since he pretty much just drops whatever he's doing to go practice, he leaves many things unfinished, much to the chagrin of his elders. But since he is such a relaxed personality, he's extremely easy to get along with.
He's not a fighter, but he can defend himself. He learned many paw-to-paw fighting techniques from his parents, and he's pretty light on his feet. However, he prefers to settle things calmly, unless fighting is the only alternative.
Rook likes to dance, especially while playing the violin. He tends to lose track of everything around him and focus only on his music. He will even close his eyes and simply start dancing. He spins, jumps, jigs, and leaps all over the place, yet curiously he manages not to bump into anything or anyone (it's only happened once or twice). He can keep dancing for hours. It's not necessarily hypnotic like some other forms of dancing, but he is pretty entertaining to watch.
Rook is an extremely caring person. Since he can't speak, he is the best listener, but he's not great at giving advice. His ears are expressive, and can often be seen dropping back, perking up, or generally flip-flopping around all day long; the only times they're still are when he's dancing, in which case his ears choose one position: perked up or dropped back, and they stay that way until he stops dancing.
Strengths:
Rook is kind, caring, and friendly. He can play all forms of stringed instruments, as well as the flute and the pan flute. He's a decent paw-to-paw fighter, light on his feet, and a great dancer.
Weaknesses:
Rook is rather lazy, and he can be a bit of a show-off. Since he can't speak, it is hard for him to communicate with others. He loses track of most everything around him while he's dancing, and this can be a problem, especially if somebeast is trying to get his attention. He also has a tendency to leave many things unfinished in preference to playing his music.
History:
Lyric Dare was born to Justic and Rachel Dare, two hares living in Mossflower country. They were a young and happy couple, but when the baby came along, they found they suddenly didn't have enough space or food to take care of him. But they loved their darling little hare, so they tried to figure it out. Justice worked hard planting crops on their small plot of land, and Rachel did her fair share of work making various crafts to sell to passing merchants.
But it was not to last. Justice's nonstop work finally took its toll one hard winter. He became too sick to get out of bed, and Rachel had run out materials to make crafts (she normally knitted scarves and sewed patches of fabrics to make blankets). Lyric was still only a little babe. So, in order for her son to always be in a warm home with plenty of food, Rachel set out for Redwall. She reached the abbey after enduring a harsh blizzard, cradling her baby in her arms.
Banging on the back gate, she left Lyric, wrapped snugly in blankets, in a basket she once used to hold balls of yarn. She also left a note attached to the handle of the basket that read, "Take care of my son. His name is Lyric. I'll come back for him soon."
Now, by this time, Lyric was able to speak. His mother had knitted him a blanket with a pattern of rooks on it, Justice's favorite birds. And Lyric had been dubbed Rook by his parents because of his black fur. 'Rook' was the first and last word Lyric ever spoke. Being left out in the cold for so long outside the east wicker gate of Redwall took its toll on his little voice as he wailed for his mommy. He was found by a molemum, who quickly brought him inside Cavern Hole to get him warmed up by the fire.
"Rook," Lyric said sleepily, his voice hoarse. He fell asleep in the mole's arms and awoke the next morning unable to use his voice.
His blanket had gotten ruined by the snowstorm (plus constant use before his mother brought him to Redwall) so the molemum threw it away and got the baby hare a warmer, softer blanket. When Lyric awoke the morning after, he once again tried to say 'Rook', but his vocal chords would not cooperate. Alarmed, the molemum (whose name was Dura) got the little hare some warm tea with honey and lemon, hoping to soothe his sore throat. But it didn't work, and Lyric was now a mute.
But every beast in the abbey accepted him as one of their own as soon as they saw the little black hare and heard the story from Dura. Lyric grew up happy and content with his fellow Dibbuns, and three years later, his mother and father came for a visit. They were overjoyed to see him, but their joy was cut short when they found out about his muteness. It didn't seem to bother Lyric, so Rachel sniffed away her tears and Justice put on a warm smile.
Justice had brought his son a few instruments to play, since the hare couple had been doing well for themselves the past three years. Lyric liked the sound the mandolin made, and he thought the violin looked pretty. From that point on, Lyric practiced those instruments with all his heart.
His parents had wanted to take him back with them to their home in Mossflower, but they saw how happy he was at Redwall, so they promised to visit every spring. Lyric was soon dubbed Rook by every beast at the abbey after they heard his parents calling him by that name nonstop during their visit.
Rook grew into a fine young beast, with a passion for his music (And no passion whatsoever for his chores. Clearly, he hadn't inherited his parents' work ethic). He received his cap and sash, among other gifts, from his parents when they visited him over the years. Justice also taught Rook some paw-to-paw fighting techniques, which the old hare had learned in his own younger days.
Now Rook spends his time shirking his chores and performing his music for the inhabitants of the abbey. He looks forward to each visit from his parents. Not for the gifts they bring, but simply to see them again. He's made many friends at Redwall, but sadly, Dura passed on when Rook was ten. He honors her memory by keeping that basket and blanket in a safe place in his room.
Relationships:
Justice and Rachel Dare- parents living in Mossflower
Dura- old molemum who brought him into Redwall (deceased)
And a myriad of friends at the abbey including a hedgehog and fellow violinist named Broden
Other:
Lyric loves listening to moles speak. He finds their quaint speech fascinating.
Lyric has a soft spot for Dibbuns and likes performing his music for them as often as he can.
EDIT: Changed his age from 18 to 24. And here's a concept sketch if you'd like to see how I imagine him: wildstudios.webs.com/apps/photos/photo?photoid=138381192
