Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Mar 19, 2008 17:19:03 GMT -5
Name: Wayra Swiftdraw
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Squirrel
Occupation: Wanderer
Personality: Wayra has changed a lot in his travles. The kindness and cheeriness still there, but now taking second place to some other emotions. Sarcasm, among them, he's gotten a sharp tounge throught his days roaming the land. There's almost a sense of sullenness hangs about him, having thought deeply about his parents while alone.
Discription: Wayra still has the rough, coarse fur, and calm brown eyes, and the same scar on his left cheek. He wears a dulled green tunic, and faded, rust colored, loose fitting pants. The cloak draped around his shoulders is a sand color, and of a very thin material, used to time in Mossflower and those surounding areas, only. The longbow is still slung over his shoulder, and the quiver still hangs behind his waist on the belt. The scar on his cheek is still there, but even more hidden now with the growth of fur.
History: He lived in a hut deep in Mossflower Wood when he was a babe. The hut was attacked by a small vermin band one day in winter, his mother hid him under the planks of the wood hut. After the attack he found his mother and was saying, "Wake up... wake up.." He cried himself to sleep that night. He woke up covered in snow, he shook the cold flakes off of him, and stood up, seaching around. He never found his fathers body for some reason, though, and the tracks were covered from recent snowfall. He spent another night there before heading west, sorrowfully leaving behind the body of his mother. Luckily for him, he was heading towards Redwall Abbey, it took him three days and four nights to eventually get there. When he arrived at the gates he collapsed, tired from exhaustion, and cold. He lay there for an hour, before finally passing out. The next morning a few dibbuns were playing on the wall with a mousemaid when one saw him laying face down in the snow. In her babe voice the dibbun shouted "Luk muvver abbes! itsa likkle squrle in the snow." She turned around and saw Wayra a few minutes later he was on a stretcher, heading for the infirmary. He regained his senses a few days later in a big redstone room with lots of beds. They questioned him about the things that happened to him, and what lead him here. Unfortunately, the only thing he knew was his name because he remembered his father yelling to his Mother "Hide Wayra! Hide Him!" He had later left Redwall Abbey to wander the world, usually stopping by Redwall whenever he passes, and that is a lot. His recent travels have caused him to think on himself, and his parents, and why he wondered so. He knew it wasn't because he liked it, in fact, he hated it sometimes. Comming to realise he wandered because he wanted to find some reason, some purpose, in his life. He wanders now, searching for a reason to settle down and just live, and some resolution for his parents death. Not vengence, just to shed some light on it, and feel better about it all.
OOC: Because it had to be done...
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Squirrel
Occupation: Wanderer
Personality: Wayra has changed a lot in his travles. The kindness and cheeriness still there, but now taking second place to some other emotions. Sarcasm, among them, he's gotten a sharp tounge throught his days roaming the land. There's almost a sense of sullenness hangs about him, having thought deeply about his parents while alone.
Discription: Wayra still has the rough, coarse fur, and calm brown eyes, and the same scar on his left cheek. He wears a dulled green tunic, and faded, rust colored, loose fitting pants. The cloak draped around his shoulders is a sand color, and of a very thin material, used to time in Mossflower and those surounding areas, only. The longbow is still slung over his shoulder, and the quiver still hangs behind his waist on the belt. The scar on his cheek is still there, but even more hidden now with the growth of fur.
History: He lived in a hut deep in Mossflower Wood when he was a babe. The hut was attacked by a small vermin band one day in winter, his mother hid him under the planks of the wood hut. After the attack he found his mother and was saying, "Wake up... wake up.." He cried himself to sleep that night. He woke up covered in snow, he shook the cold flakes off of him, and stood up, seaching around. He never found his fathers body for some reason, though, and the tracks were covered from recent snowfall. He spent another night there before heading west, sorrowfully leaving behind the body of his mother. Luckily for him, he was heading towards Redwall Abbey, it took him three days and four nights to eventually get there. When he arrived at the gates he collapsed, tired from exhaustion, and cold. He lay there for an hour, before finally passing out. The next morning a few dibbuns were playing on the wall with a mousemaid when one saw him laying face down in the snow. In her babe voice the dibbun shouted "Luk muvver abbes! itsa likkle squrle in the snow." She turned around and saw Wayra a few minutes later he was on a stretcher, heading for the infirmary. He regained his senses a few days later in a big redstone room with lots of beds. They questioned him about the things that happened to him, and what lead him here. Unfortunately, the only thing he knew was his name because he remembered his father yelling to his Mother "Hide Wayra! Hide Him!" He had later left Redwall Abbey to wander the world, usually stopping by Redwall whenever he passes, and that is a lot. His recent travels have caused him to think on himself, and his parents, and why he wondered so. He knew it wasn't because he liked it, in fact, he hated it sometimes. Comming to realise he wandered because he wanted to find some reason, some purpose, in his life. He wanders now, searching for a reason to settle down and just live, and some resolution for his parents death. Not vengence, just to shed some light on it, and feel better about it all.
OOC: Because it had to be done...