Post by madly on Sept 13, 2011 20:38:48 GMT -5
Name: Tobiah Madly
Nickname(s): Toby
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: Black Rat
Occupation: Ex-corsair / slave; now your resident semi-evil vermin of Mossflower!
Physical Appearance:
Well, look what the cat dragged in! To be frank, Toby's not the kind of rat you'd expect to see on a corsair ship, or even torturing another creature. He doesn't even have black fur like 'black' rats are supposed to have -- instead, he's got a dirty slush-white coat, broken only by a line of cream running from nose-tip to the middle of his back and lined with pale mocha. He's most certainly not albino, as those beady little sapphire eyes would attest, and a too-big pale pink nose planted right on the tip of his snout, framed by scraggly whiskers and topped with shredded ears announce that he's not the most attractive creature in the woods either. His mouth is full of chipped and broken off-white teeth and that snaggletoothed smile of his certainly doesn't win him any favors either. But who would expect anything decent of a rat?
His coat isn't even groomed -- instead, it's a mess of white caked together in places by dirt, like snow melting in the spring; ugly, and there's a lot of it, and heaven help you if you try and dunk him in the river to clean him off. As that nasty case of stains all over would attest, he's more then a little hydrophobic. Must be why he couldn't make it as a corsair. And he's not a big thing, either, to make up for his horrific traits and appearence; he's just an annoyance, that fly buzzing around your ear that you can't seem to swat no matter how hard you try. His mouth is usually pretty busy writing checks his scrawny little behind can't cash, assuming it's not being blocked by food or threats. Nope; if you're a horde leader looking for your standard battle-ready, experienced rat, then take your business elsewhere.
His pale pink skin's sort of a problem. Every inch of it not covered by fur is usually baked to a lobster-colored crisp by the sunshine and liberally coated in tattoos. And there's a lot of unprotected skin, all along both arms, where the fur's been burnt and cut off to make room. Nobody ever accused a vermin of being a good speller either; nearly every word inked on his arms is missing something important. But hey -- it's not like it matters! Nobody bothers with spelling anyways. The pictures are better, and they're pretty gruesome; if they're not various sea-dwelling creatures like pikes and sharks, then it's pretty likely that they depict some majestic wolverine or oversized fox pulling the guts out of an unsuspecting Long Patrol hare. One of those ridiculously stick-thin little wrists is held captive by a rusty old chain that he was never able to break. Weak? You bet.
That thick, scaly rat tail is usually held in one gnarled, clawed hand. All the skin seems to be flaking off constantly from overexposure to the sun's rays, so it looks a bit like a pink snake shedding its scales. Wait, scratch that. A lot like a pink snake shedding its scales. And his ugly little hands don't help his case either, nearly curled in on themselves with vicious pointy pink nails. Those ratty (no pun intended!) pink ears are covered in gold and silver earrings, sticking out from almost every free spot of skin not ruined by the bite of an enemy's blade. Which brings us to weapons -- and this useless excuse for a vermin's covered in 'em. Maybe he's not so useless after all? But it's skill he needs, and it's skill he lacks.
Sure, he looks impressive with all those gold-handled daggers and scimitars and cutlasses poking from his improvised belt, but does he know how to use them? Heck no. Does he know how to use those two flat-bladed falchions strapped to his back? No way. And is there any way he can draw them without making a complete fool of himself? ...let's not get crazy here. He's a useless piece of dirty white fluff, and he will always be a useless piece of dirty white fluff, even with his assortment of weaponry. You'd die of laughter before you died to one of his blades, that's for sure. Yep, he's basically a waste of air and space, but he's a pretty funny one!
Possessions:
Well...he's got a lot of weapons. And that's pretty much it. A set of gold-handled daggers tied to his waist by a black sash -- maybe he hopes it'll make him look more like a pirate? -- an assortment of cutlasses and scimitars...wait just one minute. Let's just say he's got a lot of Sharp, Pointy Objects around his waist, covered in Sparkly, Distracting Objects, and move on with it. Strapped to his back are two other weapons, basically insanely long falchions that, for whatever reason, Toby thinks will actually be useful. And they are not. The only thing they are useful for is helping him to make a complete fool out of himself when he draws them and nearly cuts his head off while doing so, or falls flat on his face. Looking for comedic relief? Look no further.
Personality:
Toby is fully aware of his own hopelessness in fighting -- he simply chooses to ignore it. Who wants to admit such a thing? So he's a little too confident, but nothing major.
Strengths:
(Your strengths may not outweigh your weaknesses by more than one.)
Weaknesses:
(At least two; there is no such thing as a perfect character.)
History:
(Your character's past. Please be thorough and provide as much information as possible in regard to your character's life.)
Relationships:
(Relatives or friends?)
Other:
(Any other relevant information you would like to add? Omit this if you have nothing else to say.)
Nickname(s): Toby
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: Black Rat
Occupation: Ex-corsair / slave; now your resident semi-evil vermin of Mossflower!
Physical Appearance:
Well, look what the cat dragged in! To be frank, Toby's not the kind of rat you'd expect to see on a corsair ship, or even torturing another creature. He doesn't even have black fur like 'black' rats are supposed to have -- instead, he's got a dirty slush-white coat, broken only by a line of cream running from nose-tip to the middle of his back and lined with pale mocha. He's most certainly not albino, as those beady little sapphire eyes would attest, and a too-big pale pink nose planted right on the tip of his snout, framed by scraggly whiskers and topped with shredded ears announce that he's not the most attractive creature in the woods either. His mouth is full of chipped and broken off-white teeth and that snaggletoothed smile of his certainly doesn't win him any favors either. But who would expect anything decent of a rat?
His coat isn't even groomed -- instead, it's a mess of white caked together in places by dirt, like snow melting in the spring; ugly, and there's a lot of it, and heaven help you if you try and dunk him in the river to clean him off. As that nasty case of stains all over would attest, he's more then a little hydrophobic. Must be why he couldn't make it as a corsair. And he's not a big thing, either, to make up for his horrific traits and appearence; he's just an annoyance, that fly buzzing around your ear that you can't seem to swat no matter how hard you try. His mouth is usually pretty busy writing checks his scrawny little behind can't cash, assuming it's not being blocked by food or threats. Nope; if you're a horde leader looking for your standard battle-ready, experienced rat, then take your business elsewhere.
His pale pink skin's sort of a problem. Every inch of it not covered by fur is usually baked to a lobster-colored crisp by the sunshine and liberally coated in tattoos. And there's a lot of unprotected skin, all along both arms, where the fur's been burnt and cut off to make room. Nobody ever accused a vermin of being a good speller either; nearly every word inked on his arms is missing something important. But hey -- it's not like it matters! Nobody bothers with spelling anyways. The pictures are better, and they're pretty gruesome; if they're not various sea-dwelling creatures like pikes and sharks, then it's pretty likely that they depict some majestic wolverine or oversized fox pulling the guts out of an unsuspecting Long Patrol hare. One of those ridiculously stick-thin little wrists is held captive by a rusty old chain that he was never able to break. Weak? You bet.
That thick, scaly rat tail is usually held in one gnarled, clawed hand. All the skin seems to be flaking off constantly from overexposure to the sun's rays, so it looks a bit like a pink snake shedding its scales. Wait, scratch that. A lot like a pink snake shedding its scales. And his ugly little hands don't help his case either, nearly curled in on themselves with vicious pointy pink nails. Those ratty (no pun intended!) pink ears are covered in gold and silver earrings, sticking out from almost every free spot of skin not ruined by the bite of an enemy's blade. Which brings us to weapons -- and this useless excuse for a vermin's covered in 'em. Maybe he's not so useless after all? But it's skill he needs, and it's skill he lacks.
Sure, he looks impressive with all those gold-handled daggers and scimitars and cutlasses poking from his improvised belt, but does he know how to use them? Heck no. Does he know how to use those two flat-bladed falchions strapped to his back? No way. And is there any way he can draw them without making a complete fool of himself? ...let's not get crazy here. He's a useless piece of dirty white fluff, and he will always be a useless piece of dirty white fluff, even with his assortment of weaponry. You'd die of laughter before you died to one of his blades, that's for sure. Yep, he's basically a waste of air and space, but he's a pretty funny one!
Possessions:
Well...he's got a lot of weapons. And that's pretty much it. A set of gold-handled daggers tied to his waist by a black sash -- maybe he hopes it'll make him look more like a pirate? -- an assortment of cutlasses and scimitars...wait just one minute. Let's just say he's got a lot of Sharp, Pointy Objects around his waist, covered in Sparkly, Distracting Objects, and move on with it. Strapped to his back are two other weapons, basically insanely long falchions that, for whatever reason, Toby thinks will actually be useful. And they are not. The only thing they are useful for is helping him to make a complete fool out of himself when he draws them and nearly cuts his head off while doing so, or falls flat on his face. Looking for comedic relief? Look no further.
Personality:
Toby is fully aware of his own hopelessness in fighting -- he simply chooses to ignore it. Who wants to admit such a thing? So he's a little too confident, but nothing major.
Strengths:
(Your strengths may not outweigh your weaknesses by more than one.)
Weaknesses:
(At least two; there is no such thing as a perfect character.)
History:
(Your character's past. Please be thorough and provide as much information as possible in regard to your character's life.)
Relationships:
(Relatives or friends?)
Other:
(Any other relevant information you would like to add? Omit this if you have nothing else to say.)