Post by mite on Apr 13, 2013 17:12:39 GMT -5
Name: Moonlaurel “Laurie” O’Steele
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Species: Northland Hare
Occupation: Wanderer/Mercenary
Physical Appearance:
Tall and athletically slender, Laurie is every inch a warrior-born; layered in visible sinew with a reckless twinkle in her emerald eyes. Her pelt is a mottled mess of spring tans and grays dappled with winter white and a faded auburn line which runs from the top of her head to the base of her tailscut. With broad, calloused paws and a scarred frame, it’s not difficult for beasts to see she’s led a hard life; though one wouldn’t guess it by the friendly smile she greets everybeast with.
Laurie often dresses and travels light, carrying naught but a satchel and often gallivanting in nothing but a light, Northland mantle homespun of green, gold and red snowcotton. She’ll normally wear a sleeveless tunic underneath with a belt for her dirk, draping the mantle over her shoulder like a cloak; its brooch a solid bronze ring. Tattoo bands ring her oft naked biceps, bangles of seasoned leather, carved wood and stone ringing each wrist, the same sigils depicted in both. She carries a marvelous weapon, a single-bladed Northland axe with a sloping handle and wicked edge. It gleams with the cold fire of midwinter, its haft carved of a strange, red-hued hardwood, polished with age and paw-wear.
Lesser known to other beasts is the ornamented silver dirk in her belt beneath the flowing mantle. She sees no reason to give everything away at a glance.
Possessions:
- Northland axe
- Small satchel: flint, water flask, minor first aid supplies/minor rations
- Dirk
- Jewelry
Personality:
If Laurie is anything, it’s easy to get along with and definitely likeable. The haremaid had little trouble, pretty much since birth, making friends and being the life of events around her. Garrulous, witty, intelligent, fearless and full of love for her friends and family, Laurie was often spoken of highly and was well expected to lead her own band of warriors when she came of age. It never seemed to go to her head though, the young hare had always been down-to-earth with a head for logic and common sense.
Not much has changed since her departure from her homelands up north, and if left at that that is certainly what she’d have everybeast believe. But she’s changed slightly since then, become a little colder, a little more distant, just a little…less willing to forgive.
And though it shows itself very infrequently, her anger is like nothing else in existence. Though she suffers no Bloodwrath, the hare can sometimes lose herself to a warrior thrall which her people called the “Madness of the March Hare.”
Strengths:
- Talented warrior – she’s good with her axe and dirk, but ain’t too shabby with her paws when she needs to be
- Athlete – strong-lunged and hardy
- Intelligent – she has brains and brawn, though maybe not necessarily the wisdom to tell the difference…
Weaknesses:
- Chronic Headaches – the wound to her head has left her with headaches which come and go based on a number of factors, she often can’t foretell when they’ll happen and some can be so debilitating that she can’t even move
- Aching Battle Scars – a nomadic life on the road and the rage which fuels her quiet hunt has earned her a fair share of wounds and scars, some are more severe than others and ache with the intensity of severe arthritis when aggravated or over-used
- Madness of the March Hare – not dissimilar to Bloodwrath, the major difference being clanhares caught in the Madness are well aware of their actions and decisions, there is no fog to cloud their eyes and judgment. It is their own hatred and warrior spirit which drives them to do…sometimes, very reckless, perilous and oft-times…fatal things. Sometimes things work out alright, but generally…there’s always a cost, a consequence. The madness of the March hare was often spoken of in both fear and reverence, for no warrior could ever match such a fury, but then…what beast would truly want to after seeing the destruction it wreaks?
History:
Born in the cool of the Northlands, Laurie’s clan were known as the Axepaw, a fairly small community and culture that inhabited the rolling green hills far beyond Salamandastron and the Northern Caves. The daughter of Faunblade and Tergy O’Steele, from day one the leveret was a warrior-born; her father’s pride and joy as, even as a babe, the tiny creature clawed and bit out viciously, eager for combat. The broad-chested, One-Eyed Tergy could only smile and laugh, toasting to the champion who would grow to carry on his family name.
And a champion she would surely be, excelling even at a young age at the more physical labors and pursuits. Like most of her clan’s maids, she was outgoing, fearless and longed for adventure, often outdoing her male counterparts. The close-knit clan, tied together by marriages and offspring, spent most of their days roaming their lands and ridding them of vermin whom seemed to come out of the Far North quite regularly. As such they grew as a warrior clan with a strong sense of pride in what they did and what it signified. Laurie was no different from her clanmates, she wanted to grow and fight and drink and celebrate life as her people did; and so she did.
Until tragedy struck.
Vermin attack was by no means rare, and if anything it was something which happened quite frequently in the harsh Northlands. The Axepaw, like the other neighboring clans, were well aware and fought not only for their protection, but to help keep the vermin forces from reaching more supple southlands. It was a noble endeavor, and worked for many generations.
Until a vermin army sweeping past laid absolute waste to the proud lands and their creatures.
The Axepaw hadn’t expected so large a force and were easily crushed by a wildcat and his snow-furred horde. The hares were so few to the daunting army that they hardly lingered, offering swift death and destruction to the clan’s homes and dwellings before quickly moving through; taking only what they could grab along the way. This left what had once been an expansive settlement in ruin, half-aflame and smoking with huts and sod-houses demolished and broken. The corpses of slain Axepaw hares littered the scene in a grotesque array.
Those that survived were likely to never return.
Laurie was one of those few, struck down by a flail at the first of the attack, knocked out cold in the home she was trying to defend. She was lucky enough to never hear the screams of her family and siblings as they were cut down, unconscious on the floor, trod over by a dozen white-furred paws that sought to finish the grizzly job.
It was the smell of burning fur which awoke her. In a daze she rose in the smoldering haze of her home to view the decimation the army had laid out. Nothing was left. For hours she picked through the corpses, looking for survivors. But she found none…and was forced to begin laying her people to rest.
It took her the better part of a day to finish the task, the desolate scene still awash with blood as her paws carried her south, away from the sight. She took what she could salvage, a satchel and some food, chunk of flint, a water flask and her father’s axe. She was beyond surprised when she found it, protected by the hare’s slain body when he’d fallen defending his family. The final tears streaked across the young haremaid’s face as she laid tiny white flowers across her family’s graves and departed, never to return.
That was ten years ago, and ten years has done little to cover the hurt. Few would know it though by the hare’s jovial conduct and often joking-demeanor. But those that know better, well…know better.
But those beasts are few and far between, Laurie hasn’t uttered a true word about herself since leaving the Northlands. It’s always a new story about a new place with outrageously tall tales and boasts nobeast but she ever witnessed. Creatures assume she’s just a tale-teller, an entertainer, or a pathological liar; but that’s far from the truth.
Triggs, her constant companion, seems to be the only creature that can see right through the ruse; but the pair seem to have a silent understanding. If he doesn’t ask her, she won’t ask him.
This arrangement has gone on since the day they began traveling together.
Relationships:
None that she knows of anymore.
Surviving Axepaw/clan hares are open to be adopted.
She travels with a young sea otter called Triggs (profile soon to come).
Alingment: Neutral/Good
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Species: Northland Hare
Occupation: Wanderer/Mercenary
Physical Appearance:
Tall and athletically slender, Laurie is every inch a warrior-born; layered in visible sinew with a reckless twinkle in her emerald eyes. Her pelt is a mottled mess of spring tans and grays dappled with winter white and a faded auburn line which runs from the top of her head to the base of her tailscut. With broad, calloused paws and a scarred frame, it’s not difficult for beasts to see she’s led a hard life; though one wouldn’t guess it by the friendly smile she greets everybeast with.
Laurie often dresses and travels light, carrying naught but a satchel and often gallivanting in nothing but a light, Northland mantle homespun of green, gold and red snowcotton. She’ll normally wear a sleeveless tunic underneath with a belt for her dirk, draping the mantle over her shoulder like a cloak; its brooch a solid bronze ring. Tattoo bands ring her oft naked biceps, bangles of seasoned leather, carved wood and stone ringing each wrist, the same sigils depicted in both. She carries a marvelous weapon, a single-bladed Northland axe with a sloping handle and wicked edge. It gleams with the cold fire of midwinter, its haft carved of a strange, red-hued hardwood, polished with age and paw-wear.
Lesser known to other beasts is the ornamented silver dirk in her belt beneath the flowing mantle. She sees no reason to give everything away at a glance.
Possessions:
- Northland axe
- Small satchel: flint, water flask, minor first aid supplies/minor rations
- Dirk
- Jewelry
Personality:
If Laurie is anything, it’s easy to get along with and definitely likeable. The haremaid had little trouble, pretty much since birth, making friends and being the life of events around her. Garrulous, witty, intelligent, fearless and full of love for her friends and family, Laurie was often spoken of highly and was well expected to lead her own band of warriors when she came of age. It never seemed to go to her head though, the young hare had always been down-to-earth with a head for logic and common sense.
Not much has changed since her departure from her homelands up north, and if left at that that is certainly what she’d have everybeast believe. But she’s changed slightly since then, become a little colder, a little more distant, just a little…less willing to forgive.
And though it shows itself very infrequently, her anger is like nothing else in existence. Though she suffers no Bloodwrath, the hare can sometimes lose herself to a warrior thrall which her people called the “Madness of the March Hare.”
Strengths:
- Talented warrior – she’s good with her axe and dirk, but ain’t too shabby with her paws when she needs to be
- Athlete – strong-lunged and hardy
- Intelligent – she has brains and brawn, though maybe not necessarily the wisdom to tell the difference…
Weaknesses:
- Chronic Headaches – the wound to her head has left her with headaches which come and go based on a number of factors, she often can’t foretell when they’ll happen and some can be so debilitating that she can’t even move
- Aching Battle Scars – a nomadic life on the road and the rage which fuels her quiet hunt has earned her a fair share of wounds and scars, some are more severe than others and ache with the intensity of severe arthritis when aggravated or over-used
- Madness of the March Hare – not dissimilar to Bloodwrath, the major difference being clanhares caught in the Madness are well aware of their actions and decisions, there is no fog to cloud their eyes and judgment. It is their own hatred and warrior spirit which drives them to do…sometimes, very reckless, perilous and oft-times…fatal things. Sometimes things work out alright, but generally…there’s always a cost, a consequence. The madness of the March hare was often spoken of in both fear and reverence, for no warrior could ever match such a fury, but then…what beast would truly want to after seeing the destruction it wreaks?
History:
Born in the cool of the Northlands, Laurie’s clan were known as the Axepaw, a fairly small community and culture that inhabited the rolling green hills far beyond Salamandastron and the Northern Caves. The daughter of Faunblade and Tergy O’Steele, from day one the leveret was a warrior-born; her father’s pride and joy as, even as a babe, the tiny creature clawed and bit out viciously, eager for combat. The broad-chested, One-Eyed Tergy could only smile and laugh, toasting to the champion who would grow to carry on his family name.
And a champion she would surely be, excelling even at a young age at the more physical labors and pursuits. Like most of her clan’s maids, she was outgoing, fearless and longed for adventure, often outdoing her male counterparts. The close-knit clan, tied together by marriages and offspring, spent most of their days roaming their lands and ridding them of vermin whom seemed to come out of the Far North quite regularly. As such they grew as a warrior clan with a strong sense of pride in what they did and what it signified. Laurie was no different from her clanmates, she wanted to grow and fight and drink and celebrate life as her people did; and so she did.
Until tragedy struck.
Vermin attack was by no means rare, and if anything it was something which happened quite frequently in the harsh Northlands. The Axepaw, like the other neighboring clans, were well aware and fought not only for their protection, but to help keep the vermin forces from reaching more supple southlands. It was a noble endeavor, and worked for many generations.
Until a vermin army sweeping past laid absolute waste to the proud lands and their creatures.
The Axepaw hadn’t expected so large a force and were easily crushed by a wildcat and his snow-furred horde. The hares were so few to the daunting army that they hardly lingered, offering swift death and destruction to the clan’s homes and dwellings before quickly moving through; taking only what they could grab along the way. This left what had once been an expansive settlement in ruin, half-aflame and smoking with huts and sod-houses demolished and broken. The corpses of slain Axepaw hares littered the scene in a grotesque array.
Those that survived were likely to never return.
Laurie was one of those few, struck down by a flail at the first of the attack, knocked out cold in the home she was trying to defend. She was lucky enough to never hear the screams of her family and siblings as they were cut down, unconscious on the floor, trod over by a dozen white-furred paws that sought to finish the grizzly job.
It was the smell of burning fur which awoke her. In a daze she rose in the smoldering haze of her home to view the decimation the army had laid out. Nothing was left. For hours she picked through the corpses, looking for survivors. But she found none…and was forced to begin laying her people to rest.
It took her the better part of a day to finish the task, the desolate scene still awash with blood as her paws carried her south, away from the sight. She took what she could salvage, a satchel and some food, chunk of flint, a water flask and her father’s axe. She was beyond surprised when she found it, protected by the hare’s slain body when he’d fallen defending his family. The final tears streaked across the young haremaid’s face as she laid tiny white flowers across her family’s graves and departed, never to return.
That was ten years ago, and ten years has done little to cover the hurt. Few would know it though by the hare’s jovial conduct and often joking-demeanor. But those that know better, well…know better.
But those beasts are few and far between, Laurie hasn’t uttered a true word about herself since leaving the Northlands. It’s always a new story about a new place with outrageously tall tales and boasts nobeast but she ever witnessed. Creatures assume she’s just a tale-teller, an entertainer, or a pathological liar; but that’s far from the truth.
Triggs, her constant companion, seems to be the only creature that can see right through the ruse; but the pair seem to have a silent understanding. If he doesn’t ask her, she won’t ask him.
This arrangement has gone on since the day they began traveling together.
Relationships:
None that she knows of anymore.
Surviving Axepaw/clan hares are open to be adopted.
She travels with a young sea otter called Triggs (profile soon to come).
Alingment: Neutral/Good
