Post by Brek Larks on Aug 29, 2012 21:50:20 GMT -5
((I suppose this is where I apply?))
Name: Edgric Oakstead
Picture/Physical appearance: Grey squirrel with a darker hue. He stands of an average height for a male squirrel. Often dressed in a green vest, and dark brown trousers. On his head is placed a small, cavalier like hat with a plumed feather. His feetpaws are bare or wrapped in winter months. He may also often sport a dark green cloak, for colder or wetter days. His whiskers are well kept along with his groomed mustache and gotee.
Age: 26
Species: Squirrel
Personality: Edgric is a roguish, daring squirrel who believes a good spirit can always keep you about. He almost always is talking in a fast pace though "it could hardly match a hare" if you were to ask him! Edgric has always had a sense for adventure, though his hot headedness may sometimes get him into a pickle his "silver tongue" can't help him in. He is often a loner, enjoying exploration than settlement. Yet he enjoys the company of other beasts when he has it, and if you get him going it may take a mouthful of nuts to have him stop talking.
Likes: Adventure, nuts, his flute, and that particular look in a femme's eyes in response to a warm smile or compliment. He tends to over do the last.
Dislikes: Stenches, fish, and chores.
Plans: (No plans yet, I will see where this bucko takes me
)
History: Edgric was born and raised in Mossflower. His parents brought him up in an old oak tree that had been in his mother's family for three generations, along with his two sisters. Never liking the idea of settling down in one tree when there were infinite others to explore, Edgric left home when he came of age.
After leaving home, he soon joined a band of traveling minstrels who explored the land of Mossflower and beyond. While creating beautiful songs to describe the wonders they had seen. From a member of the band, Hollen, Edgric learned the art of flute playing. And soon he would join the other minstrels in their performances.
But as of late, Edgric has once again chosen the life of a wanderer. Leaving with a long and heartfelt departure he took leave of Hollen and the others, and set off yet again into the wild to explore the land. Taking only with him the clothes on his back, his bow in his quiver, and is flute on his lips.
Sample Post: A squirrel ran through the forests of Mossflower, hardly a care in the world. Hardly, for on his tail was a band of angry weasels who's breakfast he had just stolen. "Come now gents!" He shouted back to the weasels as he darted through the woods, "is this any way to treat your guest?"
Their "guest" was none other than Edgric Oakstead. Dashing fluter and daring rogue. His flute playing was fabled, or at least in his own mind, as the greatest music in all the land. And what matched it was his words, though not the beast singer he could pull his tail out of a corner with a flick of his tongue and speak his way out of many foul situations. Though many times his "smooth talk" would turn south and lead him to trouble. Just like it was now.
Not too long ago Edgric had waltzed right into the weasel camp, sat right in their ranks eating and passing around stories with them like an old mate. But one misplaced vermin joke and he was stuffing what food he was offered in his cheeks and dashing away from the weasels who swore to gut him like a swine.
"What a great start today!" Esgric said cheerfully as he climbed up the nearest tree. His claws dug quickly into the bark, pulling his agile body high above the ground. By the time the weasels reached the tree he was already resting on a branch laughing as each vermin tried to climb up after him as he tossed nut and twig down at them. "Well I hate to eat and run, chaps! But I must be going! Tata now, good fellows!"
Edgric leaped from branch to branch and tree to tree. Evading the weasels far faster above where he could hide from their reach. After a few minutes he was sure he had lost them. He found a nice crook in a branch to rest in. Letting his filled tummy relax, he pulled out his flute and began to play a merry tune. It had been a good morning indeed.
((Well, that's my first woodlander character for you! You'll have to forgive me I've only RP'd as vermin on the VI and honestly don't know too much about the Redwall universe. Hope this is ok.))
Name: Edgric Oakstead
Picture/Physical appearance: Grey squirrel with a darker hue. He stands of an average height for a male squirrel. Often dressed in a green vest, and dark brown trousers. On his head is placed a small, cavalier like hat with a plumed feather. His feetpaws are bare or wrapped in winter months. He may also often sport a dark green cloak, for colder or wetter days. His whiskers are well kept along with his groomed mustache and gotee.
Age: 26
Species: Squirrel
Personality: Edgric is a roguish, daring squirrel who believes a good spirit can always keep you about. He almost always is talking in a fast pace though "it could hardly match a hare" if you were to ask him! Edgric has always had a sense for adventure, though his hot headedness may sometimes get him into a pickle his "silver tongue" can't help him in. He is often a loner, enjoying exploration than settlement. Yet he enjoys the company of other beasts when he has it, and if you get him going it may take a mouthful of nuts to have him stop talking.
Likes: Adventure, nuts, his flute, and that particular look in a femme's eyes in response to a warm smile or compliment. He tends to over do the last.
Dislikes: Stenches, fish, and chores.
Plans: (No plans yet, I will see where this bucko takes me
)History: Edgric was born and raised in Mossflower. His parents brought him up in an old oak tree that had been in his mother's family for three generations, along with his two sisters. Never liking the idea of settling down in one tree when there were infinite others to explore, Edgric left home when he came of age.
After leaving home, he soon joined a band of traveling minstrels who explored the land of Mossflower and beyond. While creating beautiful songs to describe the wonders they had seen. From a member of the band, Hollen, Edgric learned the art of flute playing. And soon he would join the other minstrels in their performances.
But as of late, Edgric has once again chosen the life of a wanderer. Leaving with a long and heartfelt departure he took leave of Hollen and the others, and set off yet again into the wild to explore the land. Taking only with him the clothes on his back, his bow in his quiver, and is flute on his lips.
Sample Post: A squirrel ran through the forests of Mossflower, hardly a care in the world. Hardly, for on his tail was a band of angry weasels who's breakfast he had just stolen. "Come now gents!" He shouted back to the weasels as he darted through the woods, "is this any way to treat your guest?"
Their "guest" was none other than Edgric Oakstead. Dashing fluter and daring rogue. His flute playing was fabled, or at least in his own mind, as the greatest music in all the land. And what matched it was his words, though not the beast singer he could pull his tail out of a corner with a flick of his tongue and speak his way out of many foul situations. Though many times his "smooth talk" would turn south and lead him to trouble. Just like it was now.
Not too long ago Edgric had waltzed right into the weasel camp, sat right in their ranks eating and passing around stories with them like an old mate. But one misplaced vermin joke and he was stuffing what food he was offered in his cheeks and dashing away from the weasels who swore to gut him like a swine.
"What a great start today!" Esgric said cheerfully as he climbed up the nearest tree. His claws dug quickly into the bark, pulling his agile body high above the ground. By the time the weasels reached the tree he was already resting on a branch laughing as each vermin tried to climb up after him as he tossed nut and twig down at them. "Well I hate to eat and run, chaps! But I must be going! Tata now, good fellows!"
Edgric leaped from branch to branch and tree to tree. Evading the weasels far faster above where he could hide from their reach. After a few minutes he was sure he had lost them. He found a nice crook in a branch to rest in. Letting his filled tummy relax, he pulled out his flute and began to play a merry tune. It had been a good morning indeed.
((Well, that's my first woodlander character for you! You'll have to forgive me I've only RP'd as vermin on the VI and honestly don't know too much about the Redwall universe. Hope this is ok.))
