Post by Blackbeak Silvertalon on Oct 4, 2008 17:05:12 GMT -5
(Hehe. If nobody minds, I'm going to steal my favorite video game character's name.)
Name: Midna
Nickname/Aliases: N/A
Species: Black Fox
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Occupation: Wanderer
Alignment: Neutral
Personality: Cynical; tends to be nicer to a creature when she has their trust or trusts them. She can be insulting, aggressive; pretty much whatver she feels is appropriate at that time. She can be friend or foe, depends on the other creature and whether she is feeling nice that day.
Appearance: Sleek solid black fox without a drop of any other color on her. Coarse black whiskers with black eyes like the depths of an abyss shine out into light or darkness. A huge, bushy tail without so much as a streak of white. Thin, muscled arms with long pointed claws, and ivory white spike-sharp teeth grazed with yellow. Long wiry back legs built for jumping and a moist black nose. Midna blends in perfectly with night, without use of a cloak or cover of trees. A strange smell of pine and juniper hangs around her, blending her deeper into nature. She carries a scimitar with a black blade and black jet-stone in the handle.
Possessions:
Scimitar- Black-bladed scimitar with a black jetstone in the handle.
Strengths:
Agile- Swift and silent predator. She prefers to lurk in the background rather than fight.
Weaknessess:
Bows- Midna can't fire a bow to save her life, and its just as well she's a reasonable sword fighter.
Light- Midna hates being out in light, where her black fur easily stands out.
History: Born on the night of the full moon, Midna was gifted with a black pelt to hide from her enemies and a dark nature that remained a secret to allbeasts. The night she turned fifteen was another night of the full moon, and abandoning the hut upon the coast she had come to know so well, she escaped into the night.
With another natural gift of slyness, like any other normal fox, she was like a night shadow or a cloud-swift, silent, and when she needed to be, deadly. A natural hunter with a personality like a hungry wolf. She killed for food, not for the pleasure of it. And it so happened one day she came upon the famous Redwall Abbey. She was still wary of other creatures, so she let it be. Now she lives by Redwall Abbey in Mossflower Woods.
Name: Midna
Nickname/Aliases: N/A
Species: Black Fox
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Occupation: Wanderer
Alignment: Neutral
Personality: Cynical; tends to be nicer to a creature when she has their trust or trusts them. She can be insulting, aggressive; pretty much whatver she feels is appropriate at that time. She can be friend or foe, depends on the other creature and whether she is feeling nice that day.
Appearance: Sleek solid black fox without a drop of any other color on her. Coarse black whiskers with black eyes like the depths of an abyss shine out into light or darkness. A huge, bushy tail without so much as a streak of white. Thin, muscled arms with long pointed claws, and ivory white spike-sharp teeth grazed with yellow. Long wiry back legs built for jumping and a moist black nose. Midna blends in perfectly with night, without use of a cloak or cover of trees. A strange smell of pine and juniper hangs around her, blending her deeper into nature. She carries a scimitar with a black blade and black jet-stone in the handle.
Possessions:
Scimitar- Black-bladed scimitar with a black jetstone in the handle.
Strengths:
Agile- Swift and silent predator. She prefers to lurk in the background rather than fight.
Weaknessess:
Bows- Midna can't fire a bow to save her life, and its just as well she's a reasonable sword fighter.
Light- Midna hates being out in light, where her black fur easily stands out.
History: Born on the night of the full moon, Midna was gifted with a black pelt to hide from her enemies and a dark nature that remained a secret to allbeasts. The night she turned fifteen was another night of the full moon, and abandoning the hut upon the coast she had come to know so well, she escaped into the night.
With another natural gift of slyness, like any other normal fox, she was like a night shadow or a cloud-swift, silent, and when she needed to be, deadly. A natural hunter with a personality like a hungry wolf. She killed for food, not for the pleasure of it. And it so happened one day she came upon the famous Redwall Abbey. She was still wary of other creatures, so she let it be. Now she lives by Redwall Abbey in Mossflower Woods.
