Post by Rosebud on Mar 10, 2011 20:00:45 GMT -5
Name: Rosebud Eastwind
Nicknames/Aliases: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 11 years (44 seasons)
Species: Wood Mouse
Occupation: Redwall Champion, Carpenter, Warrior Maid
Physical Appearance:
Note--When I say 11 years, I mean Human years. Her "real" age is 44 seasons, or as I like to call them, "Yearsons"
Nicknames/Aliases: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 11 years (44 seasons)
Species: Wood Mouse
Occupation: Redwall Champion, Carpenter, Warrior Maid
Physical Appearance:
General--Possessions:
Rosebud's fur is a delicate gray-brown, with an underbelly that's a light tan. Her build is quite sturdy, but not fat or plump, rather, it's well muscled. She has a narrower and longer face than most, and is almost always smiling. Her bright green eyes are framed by her large, sensitive ears. The years of fighting, rowing, and working in her wood shop have left her with rougher hands than most.
Attire--
Once upon a time she wore a simple tunic with a thick leather apron over it, but now that she's an abbey dweller, she has replaced her rough clothes with a soft, deep green habit that is almost always covered with a thin layer of sawdust and wood shavings from some whittling or carving project. Her habit is girdled by a rough hemp rope dyed red to remind her of her family and friends, who were killed or captured during a coastal raid many years ago.
Rosebud always caries two knives for whittling and other needs, and a small whetstone to sharpen the knives with. She also owns several saws, but keeps them in the cellars.Personality:
Rosebud is a happy soul, grateful to have found a place of peace. She's rather quirky and tends to talk to inanimate objects, but carries a deep hatred for vermin. Her years of carpentry has given her a love of trees and a deep patience that keeps her from doing anything hastily. She loves the abbey's dibbuns and usually has a candied chestnut or two in her pocket to give to them.Strengths:
Her patience. She could wait forever and it wouldn't bother her a bit.Weaknesses:
Her dexterity. Rosebud has incredibly nimble paws, and can carve, whittle, or repair anything you wish.
Mushroom and leek pasties. She'd do almost anything for one, she likes them so much. The cook must be extra vigilant when baking and cooling them, or he's liable to find there's several missing before supper.History/Background:
Sea sickness. Sometimes she thinks she should have been born a mole, she hates riding on water so much. Even the scent of salt water makes her queasy.
Rosebud Eastwind was born to Oakblade and Chrysanthemum Eastwind on a small island just off the northeast coast. The small settlement on the island was a tight-nit group of strong-minded mice and voles who made their living farming, trading, and fighting off corsairs. Oakblade taught Rosebud everything he knew about carpentry from a young age, and taught her swordplay as soon as she could lift a blade. It was vital that everyone on the island who was strong enough could fight, otherwise they would be overrun by pirates and sea vermin. It was a hard life, but a satisfying one. Unfortunately, when Rosebud was only 11 seasons old, her father was killed in a raid, and she and her mother had to take over his job as master carpenter and take care the constant stream of repairs needed because of the coastal raids and everyday wear and tear.Relationships:
Even this was not to last, though, and just after an extremely harsh winter several seasons after she lost her father, the entire settlement was laid to waste by the joint effort of two corsair vessels, and the islanders were forced into slavery, down in the dark hulls of the ships to serve as oarslaves. Whipped and starved, the islanders soon lost hope of ever escaping the confines of the ship, and one by one died, until Rosebud was the only one left. She would have met her death as well, if the steer-rat hadn't run afoul on a hidden reef during a storm. The ship's hull was breached in a spectacular manner, and in the chaos Rosebud and several other slaves were swept from the ship as they were bailing for their lives. The shemouse woke on a strange shore, half dead and delirious. She wandered the beach, confused and starved, until she was found by the lone sea otter, Oneear Wavedog. Nursed back to health by the friendly sea dog, she eventually was strong enough for travel. Thanking the otter for his help, she wandered west until she found Redwall Abbey, along with the peace she so badly needed.
- Oakblade Eastwind, father. Deceased.
- Chrysanthemum Eastwind, mother. Deceased.
- Surestrike Watervole, best friend. Deceased.
- Oneear Wavedog, friendly sea otter. Alive
Note--When I say 11 years, I mean Human years. Her "real" age is 44 seasons, or as I like to call them, "Yearsons"
