Post by Jim Grim on Jan 14, 2008 16:57:52 GMT -5
Name: Henrak Trueflight
Species: Squirrel
Age. If he was a human he would be in his mid twenties.
Weapons: A longbow, strung across his back, and a short-sword, thrust through his belt.
Appearance/personality: A red squirrel of average height and muscular build. He ties a headband half over his eyes, which are a fiery red hue. He wears rags made out of a greenish cloth, loose fitting allowing easy movement, but little protection against attack. He is a serious creature of few words, and this is reflected in his face.
History: Henrak was born into a peaceful village with few real fighters. Not that there was any need for them, the village was isolated and well hidden. But despite his peaceful existence, Henrak was never satisfied. From an early age, he yearned to roam. One fateful night, when everyone else was asleep, Henrak sneaked out of his parent's house, and, taking only some supplies, a short-sword which was one of the only weapons in the village, and a bow which he had made himself, he left, swinging off through the trees, not glancing back once. He has never visited the place since.
Species: Squirrel
Age. If he was a human he would be in his mid twenties.
Weapons: A longbow, strung across his back, and a short-sword, thrust through his belt.
Appearance/personality: A red squirrel of average height and muscular build. He ties a headband half over his eyes, which are a fiery red hue. He wears rags made out of a greenish cloth, loose fitting allowing easy movement, but little protection against attack. He is a serious creature of few words, and this is reflected in his face.
History: Henrak was born into a peaceful village with few real fighters. Not that there was any need for them, the village was isolated and well hidden. But despite his peaceful existence, Henrak was never satisfied. From an early age, he yearned to roam. One fateful night, when everyone else was asleep, Henrak sneaked out of his parent's house, and, taking only some supplies, a short-sword which was one of the only weapons in the village, and a bow which he had made himself, he left, swinging off through the trees, not glancing back once. He has never visited the place since.