Scront Weteal

[Sigurd]

Seeing how there's a post drought im making him out o' boredom

Name: Scront Weteal
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Weasel
Occupation: Weaselthief

Description:
Physical:
Scront has jet black fur, darker than night itself. His eyes are blue green, not turquoise or aqua, blue green. His body is small, but sinewy. His height is 5'2 in redwall. His left paw has three fingers. His pinky, and the one next to it fell of in a battle. His tail is small, too.

Clothes:
Scront has one tunic, a light brown one. He wears a simple waistsash, which he stores his knife in. He wears a scarlet red bandanna on his head. He wears those sandles with straps at the back so that he can sprint.

Possessions:
Including the item under Clothes he carries a long bladed knife, with a longer handle, wrapped in soft leather. The long handle allows him to wield it like a sword. The handle is studded by a, stolen, diamond. He carries a small, really small, leather pouch on his neck, which he keeps coins and trinkets he stole in. He also keeps some flint in his waistsash, to start fires.

Personality:
Scront is a carefree kleptomaniac, who can "weasel" his way out of anything, well most things, at least. He favorite quite is "A knife has a thousand uses a sword will never know". He can make friends, and lose them, easily. He always looks for the brighter side.

Strengths:
Scront can fight, climb, pick locks, etc with his knife.To him, a dagger is like a swiss-army knife . He is a fluent lier. He is fast. He is friendly.

Weaknesses:
No one likes a thief, resorting to the loss of many friends. He can't swim very good. He steals from people you do not want to mess with, alot, warlords, adders, and more creatures. Scront randomly has flashbacks, making him faint, sometimes even in the middle of battle. He is quite flirty, one of those guys you meet at a bar, who quickly takes an interest in a woman who might just walk in, but like any bar going flirt, he is very unsuccessful.

History:
Scront was born to Burly Weteal and his second wife, Anna Weteal. Burly, who had been married before Anna, 38, while his wife was 20. Burly was large, and burly, of course. Anna was small and fragile. While Scront was a small weasel, he wasn't that weak, though, still, not that strong. But he had speed and skill he wouldn't know about for ten more years.

M.O.M was on the lose in the Northlands, only a couple miles away from the Weteal. Though he wouldn't reach them till Scront was eight. M stood for Monsieur, O stood for Omar, and the final M stood for Mukgran. Thus M.O.M. M.O.M was a feared french weasel warlord, who carried the feared, SkullDancer. The knife was just a longer knife, with M.O.M's old chief's shrunken skull where with a pommelstone should be.

Scront was eight now. His father and mother were farmers. Then a messenger of the north came. M.O.M was on his way south. Burly joined the retaliation army, and marched off to fight M.O.M and his horde. News came one week later. The retaliation army was wiped out, No survivors. Burly was dead. M.O.M invaded Scront's village over the next year, making all children train to fight as soon as the as the horde was ready. The rest were slain. Scront's tutor, or trainer, was a knife fighter. His favorite quote was "A knife has a thousand uses a sword will never know". Scront followed his wisdom, in the art of Knife fighting. The old tutor, MacGill, an old ferret, died of illness on Scront's tenth birthday. The horde moblilized. Scront was forced into line, for five months, where they ransacked villages. Being a mere solider, he was given little food. So he stole from the captains.

Here we must go five years into the future. Scront, fifteen. Scront had finally been caught stealing food, by a lieutenant. M.O.M, who had no tolerance, asked to see him. The ferret was to slay him. As soon as Scront entered his tent, he lunged. Scront had the swiftness of a thief and dodged most hits. Finally, M.O.M hit, cutting off two fingers. Crying out in pain, Scront, kicked his stomach, hard. M.O.M who was fifty by now recovered very slowly, and was in pain quickly. Dropping the knife, he clutched his stomach. Scront lunged for it, and stabbed him. M.O.M died, as soon as the Knife touched his throat, out of fear, the fear of a real enemy. Scront became Warlord, out of tradition of killing the last. Though Scront had no real ambition to be one. As soon as his paw healed, he retired, freeing all the creatures under his command. His fingers would never grow back, but the bleeding stopped. Removing the skull from his new knife, Scront replaced it with a stolen diamond. Thus began his journeys as a weasel thief.

Scront wandered through Mossflower for two years. He was now seventeen. He met an old stoat, who took him in. He got into alot of trouble, but she always cared for him. When he was eighteen, she grew ill. He left, in search of money for a cure, returning every two months. And now he's nineteen.

Relationships:
Burly Weteal (Father): Deaseced
Anna Weteal (mother): Deceased
M.O.M (former warlord): Deceased
Macgill (Former Tutor): Deceased
Tooby (Old stoat, who cared for him): Living; ill

[Ashstripe]

French? Eh? Wot? *Looks around*

Try to remember the world we're in mate =]. There's no real 'nationalities' in the traditional sense of the word.

Other than that, a few errors in spelling and what have you - it's fairly good. Certainly approvable.

So why not?

Approved. If my count is correct, you've just hit the character limit.

[Ashstripe]

Okay then, personality weaknesses.

He can be an arrogant sort of fellow, certainly if he's reckless enough to steal from adders, warlords and all that; he must think himself a cut above the rest.

He could be an oblivious sort of thief, slow-witted and hard pressed to realise the constant danger he's in; his plans are simultaneously the most stupidest and insane concoctions that somehow work out in the end.

He could have a short temper; the moment something goes wrong, he goes wrong with it.

He could be a womaniser, believing himself to be a lovable rogue character, god's gift to women.

A Kleptomaniac is a good and easy one; he compulsively steals, not because he needs to or for any moral or halfway decent reasons like that; just because he can.

That includes stealing plates.

There that's more than enough, you could take your pick, or call Ash an idiot and take your own ideas.

[Rocky]

Well, sorry to interfere, Ash, but Sigurd wanted someone to check his bio again. If you don't like my opinions and such just thwack me and delete this post.

BIO:

Scront can climb with a knife? Can you clear that up for us? Cause I know of a way you can climb with a knife but I'm not exactly sure if my way is what you mean, you know?

Now this one isn't a problem, but: "He is fast for such a small guy." Small guys tend to be the faster people of the bunch. Just take out the "for such a small guy." part.

Then you have: Scront can fight, climb, pick locks, etc with his knife; What is the 'etc.' ? Add all his strengths in there, then add some more weaknessess. Just use what Ash said for weaknessess then add the rest of those strengths.

Otherwise the bio is good, and should be accepted after you make these little changes.

[Sigurd]

1 he climbs by stabbing into a tree grabbing foothold, stabbing and so on.

2 theres a reason why i didn't say everything, its to keep people in suspense, also im not typing a thousand uses.

3 and i took away for the little guy.

4 Ash!!!!! reaprove him, aghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

[Ashstripe]

Whoa, let's not have a flame war.

1. Great! Could you add that in?

2. You could describe it better, without typing out a thousand uses. Instead of settling with etc or listing it off one by one; try something like; "To him, a dagger is a swiss-army knife." or something like that. You use a simile, a simile relies on imagery, images say a thousand words.

My logic is flawless =P.

3. *Shrugs* That's all dependant on how you word it, I kind of get what you mean.

4. ^^; Rocky picked up my mistakes and now we're correcting them; bear with us, this is mostly my fault. He's just trying to help you make your Bio - as you say, one of the greatest you've ever made.

That's half of what LoRA is about, improvement.

Of course, this whole ordeal shows you the average attention-span of a young-adult male - doing his final few assignment's until 11pm every night - has.

[Sigurd]

i added the army knife thing but ect, actually sounds right where it is, take it away, it kind of ruins that. well in my point of perspection.