Post by Silas on Mar 20, 2007 20:53:24 GMT -5
Name: Reimus Rheiuven
Gender/Species: Male squirrel
Age (In human comparison): 32 years
Physical Appearance: Reimus is a capable, athletic squirrel, like so many others within his clan on the Island. He stands slightly taller than most, some say with an air of leadership. His eyes, as the eyes of those before him, are a deep blue, characteristic to practically everybody on the Island. (They always have deep colors, not just deep blue ones...) On his forehead is a scar, grown over with fur. He recieved this injury, along with an arrow wound to hs left paw, from roving corsairs. The arrow that pierced his paw is out, obviously, but sometimes he can't help it when his paw twitches uncontrollably. His stature is suprisingly humble, despite his position on the Island. Wears a white tunic, overlaid with a cloak, colored an olive green. Reimus also wears the traditional one-handed sword, but with an ornate sheath, the outside laid out in intricate patterns of leaves criss-crossing down to the point of the sheath.
Weapons/Personal Items: Is the holder of a long and shortbow, a bigger-than-average quiver of arrows, a small shield, his travel pack, and other various items, all of which are stored within his house on the Island. Also owns the village, but is reluctant to take ownership, saying "I would not dream of taking this beautiful village away from my people."
Occupation: Is leader of a Clan of squirrels on the Isle of Serenity, they so affectionately call.
History: Reimus was born and lived his whole life at the Isle of Serenity with his Clan, until vermin plagued the waters, seeking the riches of the new-found land, which was ripe in fruit and soil. He managed, with the clan's help, to fight off numerous attacks, becoming expert warriors as well as craftsbeasts in the process. However, now Reimus fears that the next attack will be the village's last.
Relations: Knows practically everyone in the small village, basically, being a friendly character.
Personality: Is mostly easygoing, thoughtful, but underspoken. In recent years, these traits gave way to constant worry, stress, and a short temper.
Gender/Species: Male squirrel
Age (In human comparison): 32 years
Physical Appearance: Reimus is a capable, athletic squirrel, like so many others within his clan on the Island. He stands slightly taller than most, some say with an air of leadership. His eyes, as the eyes of those before him, are a deep blue, characteristic to practically everybody on the Island. (They always have deep colors, not just deep blue ones...) On his forehead is a scar, grown over with fur. He recieved this injury, along with an arrow wound to hs left paw, from roving corsairs. The arrow that pierced his paw is out, obviously, but sometimes he can't help it when his paw twitches uncontrollably. His stature is suprisingly humble, despite his position on the Island. Wears a white tunic, overlaid with a cloak, colored an olive green. Reimus also wears the traditional one-handed sword, but with an ornate sheath, the outside laid out in intricate patterns of leaves criss-crossing down to the point of the sheath.
Weapons/Personal Items: Is the holder of a long and shortbow, a bigger-than-average quiver of arrows, a small shield, his travel pack, and other various items, all of which are stored within his house on the Island. Also owns the village, but is reluctant to take ownership, saying "I would not dream of taking this beautiful village away from my people."
Occupation: Is leader of a Clan of squirrels on the Isle of Serenity, they so affectionately call.
History: Reimus was born and lived his whole life at the Isle of Serenity with his Clan, until vermin plagued the waters, seeking the riches of the new-found land, which was ripe in fruit and soil. He managed, with the clan's help, to fight off numerous attacks, becoming expert warriors as well as craftsbeasts in the process. However, now Reimus fears that the next attack will be the village's last.
Relations: Knows practically everyone in the small village, basically, being a friendly character.
Personality: Is mostly easygoing, thoughtful, but underspoken. In recent years, these traits gave way to constant worry, stress, and a short temper.
