Post by BoxingHare on Aug 17, 2012 3:11:41 GMT -5
Name: Foremole Dru
Age: Older adult
Appearance: Lighter coloured fur than most moles
Species: Mole (duh)
Gender: Male
Personality: A rock of good sense, Dru is quite logical and is looked to for guidance. He can have a laugh quite easily, though is by no means perfect, his goodness sometimes gets in the way, and he's accidentally gotten some moles killed by refusing to leave without one. He believes that there's some good in everybeast, even vermin.
Likes: Ease, 'helping' in the cellars
Dislikes: Heights, boats, water, slackers
History: Dru was born at the abbey, growing up a normal life. He often dreamed of adventure as a young'n, though never got any.
He earned the title foremole, and assisted in digging and such, though there was a cave-in where some of his moles were caught and killed, because he had refused to leave one behind. He blamed himself, and self-exiled himself from the abbey. He was later found and was convinced to return to the abbey.
Sample Post: The ground shook and dust fell from the ceiling. "Get eeselves doon! Cave-in!" Dru ordered and the moles flattened themselves against the wall, where it should be strongest. The ceiling came crashing down. Thankfully, most of the moles weren't hurt, "Everybeast all roight?" There was a chorus of ayes, and one nay.
"Oi gots stuck, zurr foremoler." One of the molecrew said, behind a large rock.
"Zurr, ee cave moight be a-falling doon zoon."
"We bain't leavin' till Furrdell is oot, sturt diggin' 'round ee bowlder." The molecrew tugged their snouts and started scrapping away the earth from the bottom of the boulder, hoping for it to roll and leave a space large enough for Furrdell to get out.
"Zurr, ee urth is a-shakin' again!"
Dru snorted in frustration, they were so close! He did something he was going to regret for seasons, "We're almos' thurr. We kin all get oot aloive. Keep diggin'!" The mole looked worried, then nodded.
"Ee bowlder is movin'!" The molecrew cheered. The boulder slipped into the depression they had made, the sudden lack of support proved too much for the ceiling, it collapsed, burying many of the molecrew, including Furrdell.
Back in the sunlight, Dru sat down and sobbed, "Et's moi fault! Moi fault thet they bes dead!"
"Et wurn't yurr fault, zurr."
Dru sighed, at Redwall he would be marked as an outcast, "'Ead to ee abbey. He stood up and headed in the opposite direction. Furrdell and the others, dead because of him.
Age: Older adult
Appearance: Lighter coloured fur than most moles
Species: Mole (duh)
Gender: Male
Personality: A rock of good sense, Dru is quite logical and is looked to for guidance. He can have a laugh quite easily, though is by no means perfect, his goodness sometimes gets in the way, and he's accidentally gotten some moles killed by refusing to leave without one. He believes that there's some good in everybeast, even vermin.
Likes: Ease, 'helping' in the cellars
Dislikes: Heights, boats, water, slackers
History: Dru was born at the abbey, growing up a normal life. He often dreamed of adventure as a young'n, though never got any.
He earned the title foremole, and assisted in digging and such, though there was a cave-in where some of his moles were caught and killed, because he had refused to leave one behind. He blamed himself, and self-exiled himself from the abbey. He was later found and was convinced to return to the abbey.
Sample Post: The ground shook and dust fell from the ceiling. "Get eeselves doon! Cave-in!" Dru ordered and the moles flattened themselves against the wall, where it should be strongest. The ceiling came crashing down. Thankfully, most of the moles weren't hurt, "Everybeast all roight?" There was a chorus of ayes, and one nay.
"Oi gots stuck, zurr foremoler." One of the molecrew said, behind a large rock.
"Zurr, ee cave moight be a-falling doon zoon."
"We bain't leavin' till Furrdell is oot, sturt diggin' 'round ee bowlder." The molecrew tugged their snouts and started scrapping away the earth from the bottom of the boulder, hoping for it to roll and leave a space large enough for Furrdell to get out.
"Zurr, ee urth is a-shakin' again!"
Dru snorted in frustration, they were so close! He did something he was going to regret for seasons, "We're almos' thurr. We kin all get oot aloive. Keep diggin'!" The mole looked worried, then nodded.
"Ee bowlder is movin'!" The molecrew cheered. The boulder slipped into the depression they had made, the sudden lack of support proved too much for the ceiling, it collapsed, burying many of the molecrew, including Furrdell.
Back in the sunlight, Dru sat down and sobbed, "Et's moi fault! Moi fault thet they bes dead!"
"Et wurn't yurr fault, zurr."
Dru sighed, at Redwall he would be marked as an outcast, "'Ead to ee abbey. He stood up and headed in the opposite direction. Furrdell and the others, dead because of him.
