Post by Runtool on Aug 19, 2012 15:35:22 GMT -5
Name:Felixius
Picture/physical appearance:Ginger fur with a hint of black and sports a pair of half moon spectacles and a standard brown habit.
Age: Around late fourtys early fifties I guess?
Species:wildcat
Personality:Quite timid but is very fierce when his beloved Abbey is under an Assult or a form of siege.
Likes: Walks,sandwiches and recording
Dislikes: broccoli,meat and getting wet.
Plans: to be a co recorder
History: his close relative Ferlius and Felixius used to range far and wide, until the day of the bog... It was a fine day when it happened. The two travellers had unwittingly blundered into a marsh when being pursued by a score of swamp vermin. His cousin managed to escape the horrible bog but Felixius wasn't so lucky, he sank right to the bottom...
Sample Post: Felixius enjoyed his role which he had taken up for 10 seasons, since his cousin the Abbot was always busy with his important duties Felixius had taken up the position of co-recorder. Re-adjusting his half moon spectacles which were perched on the end of his nose he mummered to himself "hmm yes Tim churchmouse... From the time of Matthias the warrior I believe!". One of the dust clots in the stuffy room managed it's way into the co-recorder's nose and made him sneeze,scattering the writings of Tim churchmouse all over the room. "Oh dear!" exclaimed the old wildcat as he slapped a paw to his brow and hurriedly began gathering the papers yellow with age and berating himself at the same time "oh Felixius you old fool, look what you have done now, I should really open a window in here... Nononono! The papers could be blown everywhere! Ooooh!" as he gathered the last of the parchments from the dusty floor he stepped outside and sniffed the air. His eyes snapped open as he thought that was the dreaded smell of a storm! An it wasn't normal it was being cause by something of Immence power "only the lord of hellgates could do that" he said to himself sarcasticly... He didn't know how right he was.
Picture/physical appearance:Ginger fur with a hint of black and sports a pair of half moon spectacles and a standard brown habit.
Age: Around late fourtys early fifties I guess?
Species:wildcat
Personality:Quite timid but is very fierce when his beloved Abbey is under an Assult or a form of siege.
Likes: Walks,sandwiches and recording
Dislikes: broccoli,meat and getting wet.
Plans: to be a co recorder
History: his close relative Ferlius and Felixius used to range far and wide, until the day of the bog... It was a fine day when it happened. The two travellers had unwittingly blundered into a marsh when being pursued by a score of swamp vermin. His cousin managed to escape the horrible bog but Felixius wasn't so lucky, he sank right to the bottom...
Sample Post: Felixius enjoyed his role which he had taken up for 10 seasons, since his cousin the Abbot was always busy with his important duties Felixius had taken up the position of co-recorder. Re-adjusting his half moon spectacles which were perched on the end of his nose he mummered to himself "hmm yes Tim churchmouse... From the time of Matthias the warrior I believe!". One of the dust clots in the stuffy room managed it's way into the co-recorder's nose and made him sneeze,scattering the writings of Tim churchmouse all over the room. "Oh dear!" exclaimed the old wildcat as he slapped a paw to his brow and hurriedly began gathering the papers yellow with age and berating himself at the same time "oh Felixius you old fool, look what you have done now, I should really open a window in here... Nononono! The papers could be blown everywhere! Ooooh!" as he gathered the last of the parchments from the dusty floor he stepped outside and sniffed the air. His eyes snapped open as he thought that was the dreaded smell of a storm! An it wasn't normal it was being cause by something of Immence power "only the lord of hellgates could do that" he said to himself sarcasticly... He didn't know how right he was.
