Post by Jim Grim on Sept 29, 2008 11:24:09 GMT -5
Name: Reddal the Hunter
Age: 18 seasons
Species: Hare
Weapons: Small bow and skinning knife.
Appearance: Dark, almost black far, with rings of white around the eyes. He wears a torn, sleeveless jerkin, dyed crimson, with green trimmings, these colours now faded after long seasons traveling. His left ear is torn at the tip, though he will not speak about why this is.
History: The hare does not speak about his past much, although it is known that he came from a land far away, hence the lack of the quaint 'salamandastron' hare accent. It can also be assumed that he was caught up in a war or battle of some kind, though he will not speak about it.
Bio: Reddal, or just Red for short, though quiet, is known for his good humor and likability for the most part, though some mistrust him for his strange habit of eating meat, a rarity among hares, which many consider unnatural. This fact, coupled with his uncanny accuracy with the bow, have earned him the title Hunter.
Though generally a pleasant, mild mannered beast, in battle a change overcomes him. He laughs out loud as he fires arrow after arrow into his foes with terrible accuracy.
Age: 18 seasons
Species: Hare
Weapons: Small bow and skinning knife.
Appearance: Dark, almost black far, with rings of white around the eyes. He wears a torn, sleeveless jerkin, dyed crimson, with green trimmings, these colours now faded after long seasons traveling. His left ear is torn at the tip, though he will not speak about why this is.
History: The hare does not speak about his past much, although it is known that he came from a land far away, hence the lack of the quaint 'salamandastron' hare accent. It can also be assumed that he was caught up in a war or battle of some kind, though he will not speak about it.
Bio: Reddal, or just Red for short, though quiet, is known for his good humor and likability for the most part, though some mistrust him for his strange habit of eating meat, a rarity among hares, which many consider unnatural. This fact, coupled with his uncanny accuracy with the bow, have earned him the title Hunter.
Though generally a pleasant, mild mannered beast, in battle a change overcomes him. He laughs out loud as he fires arrow after arrow into his foes with terrible accuracy.
