Post by Swing on Jan 31, 2009 11:08:58 GMT -5
Name: Kerlverren Gravspakz, a.k.a Kerlve or "Cavvy".
Gender: Female
Age: about 34-38 years old.
Species: Mole.
Occupation: Cavvy a mole living in the Abbey--she's happy to help out with anything and especially enjoys assiting the mole crew, the otters, and the hares. Anything she can do about the Abbey gets done.
Physical Appearance: Short and slightly round, Cavvy looks much like the generic mole figure. Her fur is slightly thicker, her digging claws are almost always encrusted in either dirt or some form of food (if she's been helping in the kitchen). Her black eyes always seem to have a twinkle in them, and she is constantly smiling at life. An inch or so shorter than some moles, she doesn't particularly care about her height. On her feet are either typical Abbey sandals (Almost always too big for her paws) or else she goes barefoot. She enjoys wearing mutual colors, such as brown or faded green or navy blue, and is never seen without a bright yellow sash that greatly contrasts with almost everything she wears. Said sash stretches from her left shoulder to her waist, where she re-doubled it over itself several times to make sure it does not slip off, and is easily recognized from the opposite of Great Hall by it's bright, garish exploding-sunshine color. Tied to the sash is always a small sack--enough to hold a few large pawfuls of some sort of snack--made of soft, sturdy material that might stretch slightly to hold more than it's usual capacity. And indeed, inside this sack is some snack, usually a different one everyday. A few cookies, a scone or two, loads of hotroot powder (yes, she eats the powder), carrots, fruits, anything that'll fit will some time or other be in that bag for her to munch on all day. She dislikes wearing skirts and as such hardly ever does, preferring short trousers (even though they reach her feet). She carries no weapons, but will brandish her fearsome stew sthingy is any Dibbun is getting rowdy.
Possessions The variety of neutral colored clothes she has, her exploding-sunshine colored sash, her little snack-sack, her fearsome sthingy, and several different pairs of gloves and mittens are what Cavvy contents herself with. Everything else she could possibly need she finds in the Abbey. You might say she ownsa part of that, too, but thw question would be which part.
Personality:Bouncy and full of energy, she manages to appear outwardly calm and content most of the time. Howver, anyone with any sense would see the infalliable amount of energy behind her calm-ness when she begins the ardurous tasks of cleaning up after a feast, or rounding up the dibbuns after said feast, or dancing with the others or buzzing around the Abbey in general. She has a very broad mind but incredible immovable morals, and has a strangely innocent line of thought--she can be shocked easily by things others wouldn't blink at, or fail to catch the menacing meaning in a threat. Stern as a badger-mom sometimes with Dibbuns, she can be a stickler for rules or not care quite as much, according to how she views it lined up with her hard-as-rock morals. She loves having a good time and dancing and festivals in general, and fails to feel any effect of weariness until her head hits the pillow.
Strengths:A good gardener, lovely bee-raiser (she hates the term bee KEEPER), creative cook, and like all moles she has a good head on her shoulders (even if she's a bit eccentric most of the time).
Weaknesses:While well-known around the Abbey, she can be slightly over-bearing sometimes.Overbearing and over-zealous. Much taken with her own ideas, there can be no getting through to her when she sets off on a new project (and then forgets about the next week).
History:Born on some unnamed, snowy, mountaintop in the lands where her name might not seem quite as odd, her gray-furred mother backpacked her to Redwall, her only gaol to die peacfully there. She accomplished her goal, but barely--the mother died peacfully on the soft Abbey grass after she entered the gates, smiling contentedly, but as the Abbey beasts were lifting her up to move her aside and dig a grave later, infant Cavvy crawled out the semi-open gates and wandered into Mossflower. A nomadic squrieel staying temporarily at the Abbey had beeni n the fringe of woods and saw her wander in to the foliage. Retreiving her safely and bringing her back to the Abbey, there was a brief funeral while little Cavvy wondered why everyone looked so sad.
Later in her life (always at the Abbey) she gained a penchant for adventure after spending a short amount of time on teh River Moss with the shrews and otters and meeting a few hares. Upon returning to the Abbey, she made it her self-sworn duty to always do whatever she was capable of before some other beast had too. Always curious, she might finish duties half-way if she becomes absorbedi na travelrs tale or a new card-trick or taught by dibbuns a new song and dance. She prides herself on constantly kepeing the abbey looking it's best--but for the one incident involving the tomoato sauce left on the biler too long, she has plenty of right to the claim as well.
Relationships:Hares (lots of 'em).
Shrews (tons of 'em).
Otters (scores of 'em).
Moles (armies of 'em).
Everyone who migth ever live in the Abbey for more than two days (whether they want to know her or not).
Other ...I have no idea why I made her name so...un-moleish? Well, that was kind of my intention--make a mole with an odd name (for a mole). The name "Kerlverren" I just sorta came up with, then decided to shorten it to Kerlve/Kelve, and then I made it even simpler by giving her th nickname 'Cavvy', which is how I think fellow moles would pronounce it. XD Her last name, 'Gravspakz' is something both foriegn and made up--the word 'Grav' is Danish for 'grave', or 'dig'. (I thought it was fitting for a mole? ^^"). the 'spakz' thing is because I was looking up different languages and how they say the word 'spark'. I couldn't find anything that appealed to my image of her, so I just made it sound like she came down from Boston--'sparks' prounounced as 'spa' (as in, a place where girl go for facials and mud baths) '-kz', like the word 'kiss' with a 'z' sound instead of an 's'. Kerlverren Gravspakz.
...I think I'll just adress her as Cavvy. ^^"
Gender: Female
Age: about 34-38 years old.
Species: Mole.
Occupation: Cavvy a mole living in the Abbey--she's happy to help out with anything and especially enjoys assiting the mole crew, the otters, and the hares. Anything she can do about the Abbey gets done.
Physical Appearance: Short and slightly round, Cavvy looks much like the generic mole figure. Her fur is slightly thicker, her digging claws are almost always encrusted in either dirt or some form of food (if she's been helping in the kitchen). Her black eyes always seem to have a twinkle in them, and she is constantly smiling at life. An inch or so shorter than some moles, she doesn't particularly care about her height. On her feet are either typical Abbey sandals (Almost always too big for her paws) or else she goes barefoot. She enjoys wearing mutual colors, such as brown or faded green or navy blue, and is never seen without a bright yellow sash that greatly contrasts with almost everything she wears. Said sash stretches from her left shoulder to her waist, where she re-doubled it over itself several times to make sure it does not slip off, and is easily recognized from the opposite of Great Hall by it's bright, garish exploding-sunshine color. Tied to the sash is always a small sack--enough to hold a few large pawfuls of some sort of snack--made of soft, sturdy material that might stretch slightly to hold more than it's usual capacity. And indeed, inside this sack is some snack, usually a different one everyday. A few cookies, a scone or two, loads of hotroot powder (yes, she eats the powder), carrots, fruits, anything that'll fit will some time or other be in that bag for her to munch on all day. She dislikes wearing skirts and as such hardly ever does, preferring short trousers (even though they reach her feet). She carries no weapons, but will brandish her fearsome stew sthingy is any Dibbun is getting rowdy.
Possessions The variety of neutral colored clothes she has, her exploding-sunshine colored sash, her little snack-sack, her fearsome sthingy, and several different pairs of gloves and mittens are what Cavvy contents herself with. Everything else she could possibly need she finds in the Abbey. You might say she ownsa part of that, too, but thw question would be which part.
Personality:Bouncy and full of energy, she manages to appear outwardly calm and content most of the time. Howver, anyone with any sense would see the infalliable amount of energy behind her calm-ness when she begins the ardurous tasks of cleaning up after a feast, or rounding up the dibbuns after said feast, or dancing with the others or buzzing around the Abbey in general. She has a very broad mind but incredible immovable morals, and has a strangely innocent line of thought--she can be shocked easily by things others wouldn't blink at, or fail to catch the menacing meaning in a threat. Stern as a badger-mom sometimes with Dibbuns, she can be a stickler for rules or not care quite as much, according to how she views it lined up with her hard-as-rock morals. She loves having a good time and dancing and festivals in general, and fails to feel any effect of weariness until her head hits the pillow.
Strengths:A good gardener, lovely bee-raiser (she hates the term bee KEEPER), creative cook, and like all moles she has a good head on her shoulders (even if she's a bit eccentric most of the time).
Weaknesses:While well-known around the Abbey, she can be slightly over-bearing sometimes.Overbearing and over-zealous. Much taken with her own ideas, there can be no getting through to her when she sets off on a new project (and then forgets about the next week).
History:Born on some unnamed, snowy, mountaintop in the lands where her name might not seem quite as odd, her gray-furred mother backpacked her to Redwall, her only gaol to die peacfully there. She accomplished her goal, but barely--the mother died peacfully on the soft Abbey grass after she entered the gates, smiling contentedly, but as the Abbey beasts were lifting her up to move her aside and dig a grave later, infant Cavvy crawled out the semi-open gates and wandered into Mossflower. A nomadic squrieel staying temporarily at the Abbey had beeni n the fringe of woods and saw her wander in to the foliage. Retreiving her safely and bringing her back to the Abbey, there was a brief funeral while little Cavvy wondered why everyone looked so sad.
Later in her life (always at the Abbey) she gained a penchant for adventure after spending a short amount of time on teh River Moss with the shrews and otters and meeting a few hares. Upon returning to the Abbey, she made it her self-sworn duty to always do whatever she was capable of before some other beast had too. Always curious, she might finish duties half-way if she becomes absorbedi na travelrs tale or a new card-trick or taught by dibbuns a new song and dance. She prides herself on constantly kepeing the abbey looking it's best--but for the one incident involving the tomoato sauce left on the biler too long, she has plenty of right to the claim as well.
Relationships:Hares (lots of 'em).
Shrews (tons of 'em).
Otters (scores of 'em).
Moles (armies of 'em).
Everyone who migth ever live in the Abbey for more than two days (whether they want to know her or not).
Other ...I have no idea why I made her name so...un-moleish? Well, that was kind of my intention--make a mole with an odd name (for a mole). The name "Kerlverren" I just sorta came up with, then decided to shorten it to Kerlve/Kelve, and then I made it even simpler by giving her th nickname 'Cavvy', which is how I think fellow moles would pronounce it. XD Her last name, 'Gravspakz' is something both foriegn and made up--the word 'Grav' is Danish for 'grave', or 'dig'. (I thought it was fitting for a mole? ^^"). the 'spakz' thing is because I was looking up different languages and how they say the word 'spark'. I couldn't find anything that appealed to my image of her, so I just made it sound like she came down from Boston--'sparks' prounounced as 'spa' (as in, a place where girl go for facials and mud baths) '-kz', like the word 'kiss' with a 'z' sound instead of an 's'. Kerlverren Gravspakz.
...I think I'll just adress her as Cavvy. ^^"
