Post by InkBlot on Apr 6, 2007 18:47:42 GMT -5
Name: Saroyyo
Species: Wolf
Age: 35 seasons
Gender: Male
Occupation: Warrior and Traveler.
Background: Born to unknown parents in the northlands, he was separated from the rest of his family by a horde of tree rats. From then on in his life, after narrowly escaping the rats, he had lived by himself in the forest, living off fruit and plants. When he was able to wield a lightly corroded light saber he had found embedded in the trunk of a mighty sycamore, he made himself quite an artist with it. When his travels brought him to the mighty stronghold of Salamandastron. The hospitable hares inhabiting the place presenting him with two new and infinitely stronger sabers (occasionally dual wielded), complementary with four throwing knives (two on his saber sheaths and one more in each boot). Wolf though he may be, he has good moral values, and whenever he was involved in any sort of battle, he has never sided with any vermin or horde, and has never slayed innocents. He does not, however, know when he has gone too far. A hardened traveler, he continues to roam the land, returning to Redwall Abbey and Salamandastron(where he fences with badger lords) once a year.
Skills: Excellent wielding light sabers and throwing knives, he is also an accomplished healer and very headstrong. A very handy archer, although next to horrible with a sling. His skills in stealth are unequeled, even so by the legendary Marlfoxes.
Physical Appearance: A silvery-gray wolf, a little taller than your average beast. , extremely strong and equally agile. However, these skills are only used against wrongdoers. His gray eyes present warmth to friendlies and coldness to foes. His armpaws sport long, realistic tatoos of foilage, sometimes useful for camoflage. He wears a olive green and brown clothes, except for a black cloak used for night camoflage. He is often seen carrying a hardened, polished ash stave, a bag for provisionsand plunder, and his longbow.
Species: Wolf
Age: 35 seasons
Gender: Male
Occupation: Warrior and Traveler.
Background: Born to unknown parents in the northlands, he was separated from the rest of his family by a horde of tree rats. From then on in his life, after narrowly escaping the rats, he had lived by himself in the forest, living off fruit and plants. When he was able to wield a lightly corroded light saber he had found embedded in the trunk of a mighty sycamore, he made himself quite an artist with it. When his travels brought him to the mighty stronghold of Salamandastron. The hospitable hares inhabiting the place presenting him with two new and infinitely stronger sabers (occasionally dual wielded), complementary with four throwing knives (two on his saber sheaths and one more in each boot). Wolf though he may be, he has good moral values, and whenever he was involved in any sort of battle, he has never sided with any vermin or horde, and has never slayed innocents. He does not, however, know when he has gone too far. A hardened traveler, he continues to roam the land, returning to Redwall Abbey and Salamandastron(where he fences with badger lords) once a year.
Skills: Excellent wielding light sabers and throwing knives, he is also an accomplished healer and very headstrong. A very handy archer, although next to horrible with a sling. His skills in stealth are unequeled, even so by the legendary Marlfoxes.
Physical Appearance: A silvery-gray wolf, a little taller than your average beast. , extremely strong and equally agile. However, these skills are only used against wrongdoers. His gray eyes present warmth to friendlies and coldness to foes. His armpaws sport long, realistic tatoos of foilage, sometimes useful for camoflage. He wears a olive green and brown clothes, except for a black cloak used for night camoflage. He is often seen carrying a hardened, polished ash stave, a bag for provisionsand plunder, and his longbow.