Post by Xendraw on Mar 23, 2008 10:59:58 GMT -5
Name: Xendraw
Gender: Male
Species: Stoat
Age: 72 seasons (Equivalent to 18 years)
Description: Trained in the ways of war and a skilled tracker. Tan fur with small specks of darker brown throughout. His eyes are a light blue. He wears loose clothes as he does not like clothing pressed against his fur.
He wields a medium sized sword which is at his side at all times. He also carries a sling for long ranged fire. His weapons never leave his side as he wanders. Speaks in vermin dialect from being raised with them.
Personality: Though raised by a vermin clan, he does not feel the same urge to kill that they do. He is trained with weaponry and not afraid to attack if necessary. He refuses to kill a living beast unless that beast threatens to kill him. He is easy to get along with until something he cares for is threatened.
Background: He was raised by a vermin clan until he was old enough to go into battle with them. When he refused to kill a defenseless mouse, he was driven out of the clan. He managed to get a hold of a sling and a sword before leaving the camp. He has roved the land ever since. With no beast to call family, he has gotten lonely in his wanderings and talks to himself frequently. He has wandered into Mossflower Wood without knowing.
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Gender: Male
Species: Stoat
Age: 72 seasons (Equivalent to 18 years)
Description: Trained in the ways of war and a skilled tracker. Tan fur with small specks of darker brown throughout. His eyes are a light blue. He wears loose clothes as he does not like clothing pressed against his fur.
He wields a medium sized sword which is at his side at all times. He also carries a sling for long ranged fire. His weapons never leave his side as he wanders. Speaks in vermin dialect from being raised with them.
Personality: Though raised by a vermin clan, he does not feel the same urge to kill that they do. He is trained with weaponry and not afraid to attack if necessary. He refuses to kill a living beast unless that beast threatens to kill him. He is easy to get along with until something he cares for is threatened.
Background: He was raised by a vermin clan until he was old enough to go into battle with them. When he refused to kill a defenseless mouse, he was driven out of the clan. He managed to get a hold of a sling and a sword before leaving the camp. He has roved the land ever since. With no beast to call family, he has gotten lonely in his wanderings and talks to himself frequently. He has wandered into Mossflower Wood without knowing.
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