Post by Kaspiyan on May 13, 2013 23:23:06 GMT -5
Name: Risky
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Species: Stoat
Occupation: Mercenary
Physical Appearance: Moderate height for a stoat with flashing green eyes. No notable defects with the exception of three fingers missing from his left paw. Brown coat with white underbelly, he's usually dressed in drab olive green clothing. Typically a tunic with a heavy travellers cloak.
Possessions: Clothing asides, he has a pack with some rations, a mug, a canteen, and a light hammock. He carries a out-of-place beautiful basket-hilt claymore which he treats as his own offspring. He also carries a long dagger.
Personality: Risky is smart. Risky is charismatic. Risky has some depth to him, possessing a rather sophisticated personality that many beasts lack, a personality that can borderline on scholarly. Risky is also a risk-taker, namely with his silver-tongued speech. While not a complete wizard of words, his speaking his backed up by his charismatic and overly charming presentation. He has few friends, but he is fiercely loyal to them. Anyone else though, he exploits as he wishes; using his charm and words to benefit himself. This makes him difficult to be around, but he considers the art of manipulation to be a game to him. Of course, the game has consequences -in name, the three missing fingers on his left paw.
Strengths: Charismatic, manipulative, daring, a skilled swordsbeast, and intelligent.
Weaknesses: Manipulative, risk-taking, over-confident, crippled in his left paw.
History: Risky was born far on the north coast to the ex-first mate of a pirate vessel who'd been crippled and marooned when the captain grew suspicious he was planning to overthrow him (he was). His father attained the position though through flattery and charm, traits which passed on to Risky -traits he practised on his father and mother. Life on the coast was tough and hard, but there were a fair number of travellers passing through -many of them refugees fleeing from the north and its barbaric warlords- so Risky and his family got quite a bit of exposure to the world outside their world.
When Risky was sixteen, a contingent of mercenaries passed through, led by an old hare called Stopper. They stayed during the winter, all ten of them, until the weather was safe enough for travel. Enamoured with the hares fireside tales of battles and plunder in far-off lands, Risky became enraptured with the mercenary life. Mixed with the natural restlessness of youngbeasts, he became determined to set out and become a warrior of fortune himself. Unbeknownst to his folks, Stopper agreed to take him along -having grown rather affectionate of the enthusiastic, charming young stoat. As the winter died, they prepared. And when it died, they left during the dead of night.
Risky spent much of his time serving as the servant of the other fighters. Stopper excluded, he never grew fond of any of the mercenaries and practised his silvered tongue on them to success -although it also led to many bruises on him as well. Stopper trained him to use a sword, enforcing a good fighter into the young stoat. When he was 17 and 18, he participated in several battles, and got some of the loot. Years passed, and Stopper suddenly died of hypothermia after falling into icy water. Disheartened, the mercenaries split up a few days after, bunching up and going their separate ways, leaving Risky to his fate. So, taking Stoppers basket-hilt claymore with him, Risky set off down south for warmer lands and new fortunes.
There he spent many years among various hordes and smaller bands. He was a foot soldier, a captain, an adviser, even a spy. He practised his speechcraft, learning how to read beasts quickly and spin their personality to his advantage, crafting themselves against them. Often enough he attained limited success, major success even. However, one attempt in particular was over his head. The warlord didn't fly into a rage or simply kick him away. He had Risky restrained and with his own treasured claymore he sliced three left-pawed fingers off the screaming stoat, then cast him outside to the wilds. Risky survived, managed to get by with one sword-paw, and swore vengeance deep in his heart.
The next years were dismal. His luck waned, he found his lot too often with low vermin, scum of the earth cheap raiders and bandits. It was with such a band under a Fox called Deadskull that he found himself in the very botched attack of a mercenary group called the Catspaws. Within seconds the attack was a route and Deathskull and his followers slaughtered. Using every skill in his possession, even then Risky just managed to evade death; catching the attention of Kaspiyan, the feral cat leader of the band. He was recruited, and quickly advanced due to his excellence as a fighter and intuitive thinking, and due to his relationship with Kaspiyan, who was deeply glad to have another sophisticated creature to commune with. Risky became Kaspiyans captain, and quite well respected by the mercenaries that he commands.
Relationships: Close friends with Kaspiyan urr Syyre.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Species: Stoat
Occupation: Mercenary
Physical Appearance: Moderate height for a stoat with flashing green eyes. No notable defects with the exception of three fingers missing from his left paw. Brown coat with white underbelly, he's usually dressed in drab olive green clothing. Typically a tunic with a heavy travellers cloak.
Possessions: Clothing asides, he has a pack with some rations, a mug, a canteen, and a light hammock. He carries a out-of-place beautiful basket-hilt claymore which he treats as his own offspring. He also carries a long dagger.
Personality: Risky is smart. Risky is charismatic. Risky has some depth to him, possessing a rather sophisticated personality that many beasts lack, a personality that can borderline on scholarly. Risky is also a risk-taker, namely with his silver-tongued speech. While not a complete wizard of words, his speaking his backed up by his charismatic and overly charming presentation. He has few friends, but he is fiercely loyal to them. Anyone else though, he exploits as he wishes; using his charm and words to benefit himself. This makes him difficult to be around, but he considers the art of manipulation to be a game to him. Of course, the game has consequences -in name, the three missing fingers on his left paw.
Strengths: Charismatic, manipulative, daring, a skilled swordsbeast, and intelligent.
Weaknesses: Manipulative, risk-taking, over-confident, crippled in his left paw.
History: Risky was born far on the north coast to the ex-first mate of a pirate vessel who'd been crippled and marooned when the captain grew suspicious he was planning to overthrow him (he was). His father attained the position though through flattery and charm, traits which passed on to Risky -traits he practised on his father and mother. Life on the coast was tough and hard, but there were a fair number of travellers passing through -many of them refugees fleeing from the north and its barbaric warlords- so Risky and his family got quite a bit of exposure to the world outside their world.
When Risky was sixteen, a contingent of mercenaries passed through, led by an old hare called Stopper. They stayed during the winter, all ten of them, until the weather was safe enough for travel. Enamoured with the hares fireside tales of battles and plunder in far-off lands, Risky became enraptured with the mercenary life. Mixed with the natural restlessness of youngbeasts, he became determined to set out and become a warrior of fortune himself. Unbeknownst to his folks, Stopper agreed to take him along -having grown rather affectionate of the enthusiastic, charming young stoat. As the winter died, they prepared. And when it died, they left during the dead of night.
Risky spent much of his time serving as the servant of the other fighters. Stopper excluded, he never grew fond of any of the mercenaries and practised his silvered tongue on them to success -although it also led to many bruises on him as well. Stopper trained him to use a sword, enforcing a good fighter into the young stoat. When he was 17 and 18, he participated in several battles, and got some of the loot. Years passed, and Stopper suddenly died of hypothermia after falling into icy water. Disheartened, the mercenaries split up a few days after, bunching up and going their separate ways, leaving Risky to his fate. So, taking Stoppers basket-hilt claymore with him, Risky set off down south for warmer lands and new fortunes.
There he spent many years among various hordes and smaller bands. He was a foot soldier, a captain, an adviser, even a spy. He practised his speechcraft, learning how to read beasts quickly and spin their personality to his advantage, crafting themselves against them. Often enough he attained limited success, major success even. However, one attempt in particular was over his head. The warlord didn't fly into a rage or simply kick him away. He had Risky restrained and with his own treasured claymore he sliced three left-pawed fingers off the screaming stoat, then cast him outside to the wilds. Risky survived, managed to get by with one sword-paw, and swore vengeance deep in his heart.
The next years were dismal. His luck waned, he found his lot too often with low vermin, scum of the earth cheap raiders and bandits. It was with such a band under a Fox called Deadskull that he found himself in the very botched attack of a mercenary group called the Catspaws. Within seconds the attack was a route and Deathskull and his followers slaughtered. Using every skill in his possession, even then Risky just managed to evade death; catching the attention of Kaspiyan, the feral cat leader of the band. He was recruited, and quickly advanced due to his excellence as a fighter and intuitive thinking, and due to his relationship with Kaspiyan, who was deeply glad to have another sophisticated creature to commune with. Risky became Kaspiyans captain, and quite well respected by the mercenaries that he commands.
Relationships: Close friends with Kaspiyan urr Syyre.
