Post by Warfang on Jun 15, 2011 17:34:31 GMT -5
Name: Augustine Zar
*Alias: Austin, Zar
Gender: Male
Age: 18 seasons
Species: Ferret
Occupation: Wanderer
Possessions
Personality:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
History:
Relationships:
*Alias: Austin, Zar
Gender: Male
Age: 18 seasons
Species: Ferret
Occupation: Wanderer
Physical Appearance: For living by himself in the woods for five years, he's actually pretty dashing. He has charming features and a light brown fur tone. From his forehead to his muzzle he wears an egg-white-like color, save for the chocolaty brown that masks his eyes and cheeks. His nose is a paleish orange-pink and his eyes are moss green with speckles of golden dappling them. His forearms and legs darken to a pitch black color, but the tips of his fingers and claws are creamy white. His tail is atramentous as well. He has a very slender face with stout, round ears. The tips of his ears are pale along with the forehead spots right above his eyes, hidden in his furry mask. He's lanky but tough, with a strong composure and muscular arms. His tail is rather long, though, with a pale tip.
Attire: Having outgrown the soggy clothes he'd worn as a youngling when he was first river-swept, he'd cleverly combined all his early attire to make himself some raggy shorts. They're dark brown in color, draped across his waist and ending just above his knees. Accompanying his shorts is a self made belt, confined from some ivy and lichen. Spawning from his belt is a single shoulder-strap to support his belt and decrease the chances of it just slipping off. Between his hip and his belt is a small, wooden dagger, carved from a sturdy tree trunk. He has a notch in his left ear, but besides this he seems rather unmaimed.
Possessions
Between his hip and his belt is a small, wooden dagger, carved from a sturdy trunk of a cedar tree. It's about 6 inches long and rather simple design-wise.
Personality:
Austin can come off as a bit of a brute at first sight, but his first tactic of survival is scaring off predators. He has a cold look in his eyes and just overall doesn't look very inviting. He has a short temper when it comes to otherbeasts and is even worse when it comes to Dibbuns. He's remarkably patient when he's tracking or hunting, though, and he can get pretty egotistical.
He has poor social skills because the last actual, friendly conversation he had with his family was way back before he'd been swept ashore. Recent verbal exchanges have only been aggressive, molding Zar's personality into more of his species' descent.
Strengths:
Austin has superb close-combat skills after practicing fighting skills in the wild and defending himself from beasts who look down upon his species. He's fit and swift at dodging attacks, and is fairly good at hunting. Augustine is also a reliable tracker whether it's food or beast.
Weaknesses:
Augustine is a complete social outcast. He mutters when he speaks, which is rare itself. He has a bitter temperament and is constantly in a foul mood. Despite his showy attitude, Austin hates killing. He's fine with food, but when it comes to challengers he's fine with just scaring them off. To put it best; his bark is worse than his bite.
He's rather naive, too, despite his constant paranoia. He's only paranoid of other creatures, but since he was never taught by any advisers about what to eat and what not to wipe your tail on, he simply sticks to trusting his gut, which has resulted in a few awkward situations...
He has a desperate fear of water. Ever since he was washed away he's decided that water's for drinking and nothing more. Even rain and thunderstorms shake the brave wanderer to his very skin.
He also fears anything metal. After witnessing the pain that the real dagger can bring upon others, he shakes in the fear of it. Anything high-tech-like that isn't simple weaponry or clothing made of leaves or wood will intimidate him.
History:
Austin grew up in a tiny tribe consisting only of his family in the pit of Mossflower Woods. Being the eldest of his siblings, he was destined to become the next Chieftain.
He'd strut around with pride and wouldn't let anybeast forget for a single heartbeat of his future occupation. But alas, when Austin was only 10 years of age, a terrible windstorm blew away his family's huts and appurtenances. Dark waters engulfed his riverside family. Swept away, Augustine lost sight of his clan. He doesn't know if any of his kin still remain breathing and has solemnly given up rummaging through the woodland for signs of his descent. Instead, he's settled himself in a quarry close to a lake. There he fishes vittles; his favorite meal.
His first year of solitary depended completely on luck. Spoiled rotten amongst his tribe, Augustine had to patiently depend for his instincts to kick in. A few months of the vulgar solitude and he'd already taught himself how to hunt and fight. Now after 8 seasons of surviving on his own accord, he feels that he's impassible; that no otherbeast is superior. Obviously, this is incorrect, but after living in his little world for so long, he was bound to grow bumptious of his expertise.
He never knew where he was; he was completely foreign to Mossflower and the places surrounding it. It was complete luck that he was able to find an old, hollow tree, where he made his burrow. For the next three seasons, he had to make his own remedies for his cuts, surviving off the memories of what his parents had applied to his cuts and scrapes when he was just a babe. This vital information served him well, til he got into a run in with a vermin hating mouse. The psychotic mouse sneaked up on him when Austin was fishing and stabbed the unsuspecting ferret in his back.
Zar had to fight off the mangy, fuzz-brained rodent and escaped with just a whisk of his life after being defeated. That's when he started his fighting lessons. He tried to make his wooden dagger more lethal so it was not only for cutting the stems of plants for berries and fruit, but for what could essentially be fatal wounds during self defense. He worked on his camouflage and tries to blend in with the forest as best as he can, always keeping his wits about him so that nothing like that sneak-attack could ever happen again.
Relationships:
Having focused so hard on living these past years, he can hardly remember a whisker about his family. He hasn't really spoken to anyone since his involuntary departure.
(If anyone wants to make him a little sister or brother, though, that would be interesting.)
