Post by benon on Feb 22, 2007 21:33:48 GMT -5
Name: Wiffler Greytail
Age: 1 1/2 seasons
Species: squirrel
Appearance: He's a baby squirrel, he has a mini bow and arrows and he carries a small dagger (too large for him) slung across his back and he wears a green tunic and cap that is also too big he is all gray also. He talks like a hedgehog (tell you later) but with a smattering of squirrel thou's and thine's whatever. He can always be seen sucking angrily on his paw, he aslo has a nervous tic, it sounds like a badger's roar.
Background: His back story is fairly lengthy for one of such short seasons. He was born a runt in his tribe, then a band of travelling foxes wiped out his entire tribe, he was kidnapped and was going to be eaten, but then the foxes were massacred by hedgehogs. He traveled with the hog rabble, he learned to curl into a ball and he learned to talk with the hedgehog dialect. Then, the hedgehogs all wandered into a swamp and was captured by freaky reptiles: toads, newts and the like. After a few days in captivity, a grey heron snagged him and carried him off over the swamp and out to the northlands, it died in midflight because it had only eaten lizards and was poisoned. So, the baby squirrel was marooned in a pine forest far in the northlands and swore an oath to rescue the hedgehog rabble that had once been his family. This little squirrel babe has killed more vermin than the average adult male otter. This baby kills with the efficency of any badger lord. He is not feared, because those who would fear him are ALL dead.
He now has a weapon, a vine-and-knife weapon aquired in the Hopelessly Lost thread.
Age: 1 1/2 seasons
Species: squirrel
Appearance: He's a baby squirrel, he has a mini bow and arrows and he carries a small dagger (too large for him) slung across his back and he wears a green tunic and cap that is also too big he is all gray also. He talks like a hedgehog (tell you later) but with a smattering of squirrel thou's and thine's whatever. He can always be seen sucking angrily on his paw, he aslo has a nervous tic, it sounds like a badger's roar.
Background: His back story is fairly lengthy for one of such short seasons. He was born a runt in his tribe, then a band of travelling foxes wiped out his entire tribe, he was kidnapped and was going to be eaten, but then the foxes were massacred by hedgehogs. He traveled with the hog rabble, he learned to curl into a ball and he learned to talk with the hedgehog dialect. Then, the hedgehogs all wandered into a swamp and was captured by freaky reptiles: toads, newts and the like. After a few days in captivity, a grey heron snagged him and carried him off over the swamp and out to the northlands, it died in midflight because it had only eaten lizards and was poisoned. So, the baby squirrel was marooned in a pine forest far in the northlands and swore an oath to rescue the hedgehog rabble that had once been his family. This little squirrel babe has killed more vermin than the average adult male otter. This baby kills with the efficency of any badger lord. He is not feared, because those who would fear him are ALL dead.
He now has a weapon, a vine-and-knife weapon aquired in the Hopelessly Lost thread.
