Post by Swing on Jan 16, 2009 18:21:41 GMT -5
Name: Matecol Maximillian Nzinus Ruffian Riffraff, a.k.a Matey (no, seriously)
Nicknames/Aliases: Either Matecol or Matey, depending on which mind frame he's in.
Gender: Male
Age: about...21-ish?
Species: Stoat
Occupation: First mate/second in command and [while at sea] bosun for Tataroo Raketail.
Physical Appearance:
Nicknames/Aliases: Either Matecol or Matey, depending on which mind frame he's in.
Gender: Male
Age: about...21-ish?
Species: Stoat
Occupation: First mate/second in command and [while at sea] bosun for Tataroo Raketail.
Physical Appearance:
General--In general, Matey is an abnormally tall stoat, standing nearly a head and a half higher than his captain, Tataroo. His fur is pale creamy white, with pale brown running along his sides. His eyes are an ice blue set in somewhat heavy-looking brows. His forehead can appear highly domed or scrunched and wrinkled depending on what effect he wants to give. His tail is more thickly furred than the rest of him, and he keeps his claws trimmed short.Possessions:
Attire--Typical corsair rags with a strange flair about them--possibly because he waears them loose and his shirt acts as a trenchcoat, swishing about his knees as he walks and giving him a general lopsided appearence. He occasionaly wears a gaudy, tattered hat that was stolen from an otter, and he wears on him a heavy black belt that sags on his slim frame. The hat, when not worn, is stuffed into one of his pockets in his trench-shirt. The only weapons he ever appears to have on him are a worn-out sling and a pocketful of perfectly round stones, and a triplet of rather flimsy-looking throwing knives. In reality his preferred weapon is his belt, which has more perfectly rounded pebbles studded on the inside--he uses it as a flexible club, but not as a whip.
His trenchcoat-like shirt (which is pretty much always left open to expose his chest), his raggedy trousers that just barely reach his foot paws, his heavy black belt that sags but never falls off, the neglected sailor's hat that's only on his head if he's feeling jaunty, the trio of flimsy throwing daggers he almost never uses, and the worn-out sling he stole from a hare. The bag full of pebbles is generally used as ready replacements in the event that one of the stones embedded in the belt should crack.Personality:
Matey's mood and general outlook on life swings like a pendulum. He is at one moment a jaunty, slightly typical corsair with a lust for blood, and the next an upright, clipped officer apologizing to his captain in cold, emotionless tones for being an imbecile. Easily becoming open-hearted and sympathetic or shrewd and calculating, he stands for no-nonsense among the crew when Tataroo is present, and has been known to squash any sign of mutiny with merciless, freezing force. He has a rather quick-moving ace of thought and is by no means a fool, unless he happens to be acting as one. The one thing htat never changes in his personality is what might make him laugh--generally, the idea of violence makes him laugh, because Matey enjoys violence, no matter that Matecol may think it unessecary. As he is constantly around the crew and not always in Tataroo's presence, Matey has been known to appear more often than Matecol.Strengths:
Being a very verile actor and devising ways to devert a tough situation, both Matey and Matecol have unfailing survival skills. Only questioning 'why' if he thinks defeat may result, he follows orders from Tataroo to the letter and is tight-lipped with secrets. One of his favorite quotes has always been, "Ours not to question why, Ours but to do and die. ...So stop yer snivelin' and get movin'."Weaknesses:
His swinging moral attitude may result in unrest among the crew--if Matey were to let slip a sarcastic comment about leaving the sea for the woodlands, and the crew were to think it acceptable to do likewise, Matecol would not be pleased. Although as good a secret-keeper as any stoat (and better), Matey has a tendancy to hint and gossip. Matecol can be severly unfair in a trial for mutiny, and has on occasions killed the crew member he was flogging. Either way he doesn't seem to understand the imbalance his mood swings can cause among the crew and sometimes causes bigger problems than ones he solves.History/Background:
From nearly as far north as his captain, Matecol was born and bred for hard living. Although spending most of his life among the dense forests at teh bottom of a mountain and on the mountain itself, he took to the sea easily when Tataroo brought him on board the Bloodpool. He doesn't particulalrly seem to mind that most of his tribe was slaughtered by Tataroo's crew--in fact, should any of the crewbeasts tentatively bring the subject up, Matecol couldn't care less.Relationships:
His lopsided tendancies may have originated when, as he was scaling a tree to plunder bird eggs from a nest, the mother brid swooped down on him and knocked him out of the branches. Needless to say, he landed on his head. The branch he had fallen from wasn't so terribly high up, but high enough to knock one or two screws loose. For a day of two afterwards, he seemed completely dazed and fogged, not really aware of life going on around him. Soon, though, his head cleared up, and he was just as boistrous, jaunty, and crude as ever. No one noticed any change in his personality until two of the older juveniles in the tribe started arguing and brawling over who's sword was a better weapon--Matecol stepped in and settled the argument with two swift blows from his belt. He remained cold, effeicent, and calculating for several hours after that before reverting to the personality of Matey again. Word began to spread that ,"It were the bump on 'is noggin', yew ken betcher last meal on that!" that had caused this.
When the crew of the Bloodpool raided his tribe, Matecol didn't loose any time on picking a side--he turned on the tribesbeast nearest to him and put his belt to good use. Any crewbeast thick enough to attack him anyway was also introduced to a fatal headache. When the battle was over and Matecol could be found scraping the dried blood off his belt, Tataroo approached him, stood imperially, and tossed Matecol the bandanna that had been worn by his previous first mate without a word. Matecol used it to meticulously shine and clean his belt before tossing it into the celbratory fire started by the crew. When the Bloodpool disembarked, Matey was on it, spinning the wheel lazily as they drifted out to sea.
- -His captain, Tataroo Raketail
- -A rather rowdy crew of stoats who happily do as he says
- -Mapel and Oaklea Wildrun, enemies who are of annoyance to his captain
- -Some very irritatingly persistent river shrews
- -Slootca, the oracle ermine
-If ya' haven't guessed by now, Matey is very slightly schizophrenic, and it influences his twitchy moods and frame of mind.
-Really his changing personality has nothing to do with a mental disorder, aside from being very very very slightly off his rocker.
-That aside, he can be as sane as he wants to be, if he wants to be.
