Post by Abbot Feralius on Jun 3, 2012 15:00:43 GMT -5
Name: Abbot Feralius
Picture/Physical appearance: Abbot Feralius is a tawny-brown wildcat. He walks upright and wears a dark green habit. He also wears spectacles that rest on his nose. His eyes are a yellow colour and his stripes are a brownish shade of black. He also carries a dagger in his pocket at all times. Just in case.
Age: About late forties-early fifties I would imagine.
Species: Wildcat
Personality: Feralius is generally a kind, helpful cat. As any abbot should be. He is wise and Redwallers often come to him for advice. He is very easy to annoy though, (which some of the cheekyer abbeybeasts often take to their advantage.)
At times he can be quite seclusive, often hiding away in his study for hours at a time. Although he always elects a second in command whenever he is gone. He dubs as the abbey recorder, and takes his writing very seriously. When his abbey is threatened, he becomes quite angry, and will defend Redwall and it's inhabitants with his life.
Likes: Reading, Writing, Honeycakes, Autumn (his favourite season!), Redwall, Strolls through Mossflower and shrimp and hotroot soup.
Dislikes: Fish (the animals not the food,), Vermin, Cold days, Dibbuns pulling his whiskers and tail.
Plans: N/A
Other: Nothing really.
History: Feralius's ancestors are the Greeneyes family of Wildcats, he is directly linked to Gingivere, although his family path have stayed Wildcat, rather than interbreed with domestic cats, as his distant cousin Squire Julian's predecessors had.
His family line had moved across the seas. To distant lands to the east. He sailed back when he was old enough to go on his own to find out a bit more of his ancestry in Mossflower. He arrived on the eastern coast and travelled up the river moss where he came across Redwall.
When he first arrived at the abbey, everybeast was scared of him because of his appearance. But they soon grew to like him. He stayed at the abbey for many seasons as Recorder.
Then one day, an adder got into Redwall. Feralius was the only one to witness it because it was night and he was the only one up. He chased the snake but it was faster than him and it made it to the abbots chamber. The adder bit the abbot but Feralius killed it straight afterwards. He then rushed the bitten mouse to the infirmary. Where he hastily treated him himself. The mouse survived thanks to his medical attention, but he was unfit to rule as Abbot after the snake bite. Three days later, he named Feralius the new abbot. (Despite the cats protests about how only mice, squirrels, voles and the like could be Abbey leaders.) The old mouse died the same day.
Since then Feralius has been a good Abbot and is now making preparations for his five-seasons jubilee feast.
Sample Post: Abbot Feralius stood on the west wall, sniffing the air of the cold Mossflower night. His striped ears perked up at a slight sound. A nightingale. He listened to the birds song for a while, casually humming along to the birds tune. Soon, the bird was within sight. Attracted by the sound the bird was now on the rampart next to him.The wildcat outstreched his paw. Beckoning the nightingale to sit there. He cocked his head to one side and the bird did the same.
"Hello little friend!" he spoke in a calm quite voice. "How are you this fine night?"
The bird chattered back in a manner they often do. "Kee! Kee! Verminworms! Lotta verminworm! Makee camp in Mossyflower! Abbycat go teachum lesson!"
Abbot Feralius's face turned stern. "Lead the way friend!" moments later , he appeared at the gate. "Just going out for a stroll gatekeeper!" he called to the old squirrel. Not wanting to concern him about anything.
Soon, he and the bird were hiding in the bushes close to the vermin. From here Feralius could see into the camp from the firelight. He sighed with relief. There was only two rats, a weasel, and a stoat there! This wasn't going to be hard at all! He turned to the nightingale. "Come on quick! You must do excatly as I say!"
The vermin were relaxed, everything had been going perfect for them! They had succeeded on raiding a few small cottages, and with their new found confidence. Believed they could counquer the abbey . "Well mates! Tommorow we go to Redwall! Everybeast up for it?" Yelled the big stoat.
There came a loud chorus of "Aye capnn!" but then one of the rats began to stammer. "D-d-d-don't look now chief b-b-b- u-u"
The stoat growled. "Well? What is it?" then the remaining rat and the weasel ran away screaming. The rat looked like he wanted to say something but then he too ran away!
The stoat growled. "Idiots..." then he turned around to see what the fuss was about. His jaw fell open. On the rock face behind him. There was a silhouette of a huge bird. Illuminated by some unknown light, and a deep booming voice rang out. "I AM ARGULOR! RULER OF MOSSFLOWER! NAUGHT CAN STOP ME! EVERYBEAST IS PREY TO ARGULOR! KKKRRRAAAAAAAA!" then the stoat to, turned and ran.
Back in the bush, Feralius and the bird were shaking with laughter. The wildcat had used a lantern to illuminate the nightingales shadow. Giving the impression of an eagle, and he himself had used a hollow log, to project his voice. Feralius wiped a tear from his eye. It paid to know your history!
Picture/Physical appearance: Abbot Feralius is a tawny-brown wildcat. He walks upright and wears a dark green habit. He also wears spectacles that rest on his nose. His eyes are a yellow colour and his stripes are a brownish shade of black. He also carries a dagger in his pocket at all times. Just in case.
Age: About late forties-early fifties I would imagine.
Species: Wildcat
Personality: Feralius is generally a kind, helpful cat. As any abbot should be. He is wise and Redwallers often come to him for advice. He is very easy to annoy though, (which some of the cheekyer abbeybeasts often take to their advantage.)
At times he can be quite seclusive, often hiding away in his study for hours at a time. Although he always elects a second in command whenever he is gone. He dubs as the abbey recorder, and takes his writing very seriously. When his abbey is threatened, he becomes quite angry, and will defend Redwall and it's inhabitants with his life.
Likes: Reading, Writing, Honeycakes, Autumn (his favourite season!), Redwall, Strolls through Mossflower and shrimp and hotroot soup.
Dislikes: Fish (the animals not the food,), Vermin, Cold days, Dibbuns pulling his whiskers and tail.
Plans: N/A
Other: Nothing really.
History: Feralius's ancestors are the Greeneyes family of Wildcats, he is directly linked to Gingivere, although his family path have stayed Wildcat, rather than interbreed with domestic cats, as his distant cousin Squire Julian's predecessors had.
His family line had moved across the seas. To distant lands to the east. He sailed back when he was old enough to go on his own to find out a bit more of his ancestry in Mossflower. He arrived on the eastern coast and travelled up the river moss where he came across Redwall.
When he first arrived at the abbey, everybeast was scared of him because of his appearance. But they soon grew to like him. He stayed at the abbey for many seasons as Recorder.
Then one day, an adder got into Redwall. Feralius was the only one to witness it because it was night and he was the only one up. He chased the snake but it was faster than him and it made it to the abbots chamber. The adder bit the abbot but Feralius killed it straight afterwards. He then rushed the bitten mouse to the infirmary. Where he hastily treated him himself. The mouse survived thanks to his medical attention, but he was unfit to rule as Abbot after the snake bite. Three days later, he named Feralius the new abbot. (Despite the cats protests about how only mice, squirrels, voles and the like could be Abbey leaders.) The old mouse died the same day.
Since then Feralius has been a good Abbot and is now making preparations for his five-seasons jubilee feast.
Sample Post: Abbot Feralius stood on the west wall, sniffing the air of the cold Mossflower night. His striped ears perked up at a slight sound. A nightingale. He listened to the birds song for a while, casually humming along to the birds tune. Soon, the bird was within sight. Attracted by the sound the bird was now on the rampart next to him.The wildcat outstreched his paw. Beckoning the nightingale to sit there. He cocked his head to one side and the bird did the same.
"Hello little friend!" he spoke in a calm quite voice. "How are you this fine night?"
The bird chattered back in a manner they often do. "Kee! Kee! Verminworms! Lotta verminworm! Makee camp in Mossyflower! Abbycat go teachum lesson!"
Abbot Feralius's face turned stern. "Lead the way friend!" moments later , he appeared at the gate. "Just going out for a stroll gatekeeper!" he called to the old squirrel. Not wanting to concern him about anything.
Soon, he and the bird were hiding in the bushes close to the vermin. From here Feralius could see into the camp from the firelight. He sighed with relief. There was only two rats, a weasel, and a stoat there! This wasn't going to be hard at all! He turned to the nightingale. "Come on quick! You must do excatly as I say!"
The vermin were relaxed, everything had been going perfect for them! They had succeeded on raiding a few small cottages, and with their new found confidence. Believed they could counquer the abbey . "Well mates! Tommorow we go to Redwall! Everybeast up for it?" Yelled the big stoat.
There came a loud chorus of "Aye capnn!" but then one of the rats began to stammer. "D-d-d-don't look now chief b-b-b- u-u"
The stoat growled. "Well? What is it?" then the remaining rat and the weasel ran away screaming. The rat looked like he wanted to say something but then he too ran away!
The stoat growled. "Idiots..." then he turned around to see what the fuss was about. His jaw fell open. On the rock face behind him. There was a silhouette of a huge bird. Illuminated by some unknown light, and a deep booming voice rang out. "I AM ARGULOR! RULER OF MOSSFLOWER! NAUGHT CAN STOP ME! EVERYBEAST IS PREY TO ARGULOR! KKKRRRAAAAAAAA!" then the stoat to, turned and ran.
Back in the bush, Feralius and the bird were shaking with laughter. The wildcat had used a lantern to illuminate the nightingales shadow. Giving the impression of an eagle, and he himself had used a hollow log, to project his voice. Feralius wiped a tear from his eye. It paid to know your history!