Post by Lisolette on Jul 27, 2010 2:37:00 GMT -5
Did you know that cordial is a type of wine!?? 
And here I thought that I gave Wacthet a non-alchoholic (spelled wrong. Whatevs.) drink!![/u]
Some jerks were teaching little children how to kill mice and rats, so I stole their piccure...But now that I just told you where it came from, it's probably not stealing...
Dang.
Name: Flylance
Title: Hordebeast
Species: Rat
Age: 28
Family:
Daranna, Mother, Dead
Skewerclaw, Father, Unknown
History: Flylance was born to a rat tribe that was disfunctional and evil. Murders were of the norm, and death was practically routine. Nobeast was to have ties to any rats, even mates. His father left his mother to fend for themselves in their blood-thirsty tribe when he was only one, and he was forced to leave his mother at the age of three. But unlike the other ratbabes of his tribe, he loved his mother deeply, and as did she. So before the tribe Chieftain sent soldiers to carry Flylance away from her, she told him that they shall meet every midnight from now on.
And so, every midnight, he and his mother met to continue their mother-son relationship. Nobeast was to seperate them.
Until he was six.
Every rat in his tribe at the age of five years were assigned to learn how to use any weapon. Any of those weapons they excelled at were determined and they were assigned to the Master or Mistress of the weapons. Flylance, even though his name said otherwise, was keen with the long dagger, and was terrible at any spears that came into his paw. That was when Flylance learned that the world was a funny place, and he should join the Earth in its cracking of jokes and yarns and anecdotes.
Flylance was given two long daggers and assigned to the Master of Knives and Daggers, a slimy rat called Bloodfeast. He was evil, and tatoos and scars from past battles covered his body. It was obvious that, until Flylance was thirteen, when he would be able to leave the eyes of his assigned mentor, that his years as an apprentice in his tribe was going to be long and painful.
Bloodfeast seemed to be everywhere, until midnight finally donned. Flylance was unable to meet with his mother for the past six months since he was assigned to Bloodfeast, and the Master of Knives and Daggers always seemed to be watching him, where ever he went. But tonight, Bloodfeast was finally gone, and Flylance ducked and weaved to his mother, called Daranna. They embraced, "'Bout time I saw ye." She whispered in his ear.
"Sorry." He whispered back.
They chatted for awhile, until Daranna asked him who he was assigned to, "Bloodfeast." Flylance said bitterly, hating every inch of his mentor, for he was often subjected to Bloodfeasts beatings.
Daranna gasped, "Bloodfeast!? You mean my Skewerclaw!?"
"Ye were nay allowed to say that name ever again, maid." Came a voice from the bushes. Bloodfeast stepped out.
Flylance gasped, but Daranna was pleased as punch to see him, "Skewerclaw! It's been so long!"
Bloodfeast, also known as Skewerclaw, let out a growl, "You are not to say that name, fool! Just as you are not to meet with this welp here." He spat at Flylance.
Daranna gasped, "How could you say that about your own son!?"
Flylance looked at her with wide eyes, "What!?"
Daranna nodded, "Aye. Skewerclaw, or Bloodfeast as our stupid leaders want him to be called, is your father, deary."
Something passed through Bloodfeasts eye. Something that made Flylance shudder, "Yes..." He said, "Now, why don't we all have a big hug?"
Daranna smiled widely, but Flylance wasn't to sure. He pulled on her paw, "I think we need to go-quickly!" Daranna frowned at him, until a throwing knife protruded out of Flylances arm. They turned to Bloodfeast in alarm. He had thrown it-and he was pulling out more.
"RUN, FLYLANCE, RUN!" Daranna screamed, shoving Flylance forward. Flylance ran as fast his legs could carry him, certain that his mother would kill Bloodfeast, and his troubles would end.
But they got worse instead.
When day replaced dawn, Battlefeast came into camp with his mothers head in his claws. Surprisingly, Battlefeast said nothing about the incident to anybeast, but he did treat Flylance much, much crueler.
Flylance learned as he grew that after they have left a child, the parents will take on a new names. Flylance wondered why his mother never did that, for as long as he had known her his mothers real name was Daranna.
Flylance never married anybeast in his tribe, and every passing year his grieving for his mothers death grew and grew. So at the age of nineteen, Flylance snuck into his mentors tent and stabbed in the chest with one of his long daggers. His father was dead. His mentor was dead. His nemesis was dead. And one less murderer had left the world to rot in Hellsgates.
After the death of Skewerclaw, alias Bloodfeast, Flylance quickly left his tribe. When he was twenty-one, he met a ferretmaid, the cruelest, the wickedest ferret to ever become a corsair on the high seas, and he joined her crow after showing her his immense talent with the long dagger.
Flylance never realized it, but the reason why he joined her crew was becuase his mothers death and killing his father had corrupted his heart. But unlike others who had an evil soul in his or her body, Flylance was a rather jolly, and was the most upbeat person on Raeoki the Pluckers crew.
Clothing: A brown tunic and tattered brown pants with matching boots. He has a green belt where he carries his long daggers. Flylance has a torn right ear-tip with a battle between his tribe and a Woodlanders tribe. Around his wrist is a gold bracelet that he stole from a body he killed a day ago from the present. Also on that day he recieved a scar behind his right ear.
Scars: A torn ear and a scar behind it.
Favourite Drink: Seaweed Ale
Favourite Food: Robin meat
Weapons: Two long daggers.
Personality: Flylance seems jolly and nonchalant, almost never getting angry or sad. But in the midst of battle he is a flurry of brown, only forming when he puases to kill and slay. Flylance is not the loyalest rat in the world, so be careful, Warlords!
Goal: Become the funniest rat in the world!
Extra Information: No, no one was teaching little children how to kill rats.
But it was a pest-control site!
And here I thought that I gave Wacthet a non-alchoholic (spelled wrong. Whatevs.) drink!![/u]Some jerks were teaching little children how to kill mice and rats, so I stole their piccure...But now that I just told you where it came from, it's probably not stealing...
Dang.
Name: Flylance
Title: Hordebeast
Species: Rat
Age: 28
Family:
Daranna, Mother, Dead
Skewerclaw, Father, Unknown
History: Flylance was born to a rat tribe that was disfunctional and evil. Murders were of the norm, and death was practically routine. Nobeast was to have ties to any rats, even mates. His father left his mother to fend for themselves in their blood-thirsty tribe when he was only one, and he was forced to leave his mother at the age of three. But unlike the other ratbabes of his tribe, he loved his mother deeply, and as did she. So before the tribe Chieftain sent soldiers to carry Flylance away from her, she told him that they shall meet every midnight from now on.
And so, every midnight, he and his mother met to continue their mother-son relationship. Nobeast was to seperate them.
Until he was six.
Every rat in his tribe at the age of five years were assigned to learn how to use any weapon. Any of those weapons they excelled at were determined and they were assigned to the Master or Mistress of the weapons. Flylance, even though his name said otherwise, was keen with the long dagger, and was terrible at any spears that came into his paw. That was when Flylance learned that the world was a funny place, and he should join the Earth in its cracking of jokes and yarns and anecdotes.
Flylance was given two long daggers and assigned to the Master of Knives and Daggers, a slimy rat called Bloodfeast. He was evil, and tatoos and scars from past battles covered his body. It was obvious that, until Flylance was thirteen, when he would be able to leave the eyes of his assigned mentor, that his years as an apprentice in his tribe was going to be long and painful.
Bloodfeast seemed to be everywhere, until midnight finally donned. Flylance was unable to meet with his mother for the past six months since he was assigned to Bloodfeast, and the Master of Knives and Daggers always seemed to be watching him, where ever he went. But tonight, Bloodfeast was finally gone, and Flylance ducked and weaved to his mother, called Daranna. They embraced, "'Bout time I saw ye." She whispered in his ear.
"Sorry." He whispered back.
They chatted for awhile, until Daranna asked him who he was assigned to, "Bloodfeast." Flylance said bitterly, hating every inch of his mentor, for he was often subjected to Bloodfeasts beatings.
Daranna gasped, "Bloodfeast!? You mean my Skewerclaw!?"
"Ye were nay allowed to say that name ever again, maid." Came a voice from the bushes. Bloodfeast stepped out.
Flylance gasped, but Daranna was pleased as punch to see him, "Skewerclaw! It's been so long!"
Bloodfeast, also known as Skewerclaw, let out a growl, "You are not to say that name, fool! Just as you are not to meet with this welp here." He spat at Flylance.
Daranna gasped, "How could you say that about your own son!?"
Flylance looked at her with wide eyes, "What!?"
Daranna nodded, "Aye. Skewerclaw, or Bloodfeast as our stupid leaders want him to be called, is your father, deary."
Something passed through Bloodfeasts eye. Something that made Flylance shudder, "Yes..." He said, "Now, why don't we all have a big hug?"
Daranna smiled widely, but Flylance wasn't to sure. He pulled on her paw, "I think we need to go-quickly!" Daranna frowned at him, until a throwing knife protruded out of Flylances arm. They turned to Bloodfeast in alarm. He had thrown it-and he was pulling out more.
"RUN, FLYLANCE, RUN!" Daranna screamed, shoving Flylance forward. Flylance ran as fast his legs could carry him, certain that his mother would kill Bloodfeast, and his troubles would end.
But they got worse instead.
When day replaced dawn, Battlefeast came into camp with his mothers head in his claws. Surprisingly, Battlefeast said nothing about the incident to anybeast, but he did treat Flylance much, much crueler.
Flylance learned as he grew that after they have left a child, the parents will take on a new names. Flylance wondered why his mother never did that, for as long as he had known her his mothers real name was Daranna.
Flylance never married anybeast in his tribe, and every passing year his grieving for his mothers death grew and grew. So at the age of nineteen, Flylance snuck into his mentors tent and stabbed in the chest with one of his long daggers. His father was dead. His mentor was dead. His nemesis was dead. And one less murderer had left the world to rot in Hellsgates.
After the death of Skewerclaw, alias Bloodfeast, Flylance quickly left his tribe. When he was twenty-one, he met a ferretmaid, the cruelest, the wickedest ferret to ever become a corsair on the high seas, and he joined her crow after showing her his immense talent with the long dagger.
Flylance never realized it, but the reason why he joined her crew was becuase his mothers death and killing his father had corrupted his heart. But unlike others who had an evil soul in his or her body, Flylance was a rather jolly, and was the most upbeat person on Raeoki the Pluckers crew.
Clothing: A brown tunic and tattered brown pants with matching boots. He has a green belt where he carries his long daggers. Flylance has a torn right ear-tip with a battle between his tribe and a Woodlanders tribe. Around his wrist is a gold bracelet that he stole from a body he killed a day ago from the present. Also on that day he recieved a scar behind his right ear.
Scars: A torn ear and a scar behind it.
Favourite Drink: Seaweed Ale
Favourite Food: Robin meat
Weapons: Two long daggers.
Personality: Flylance seems jolly and nonchalant, almost never getting angry or sad. But in the midst of battle he is a flurry of brown, only forming when he puases to kill and slay. Flylance is not the loyalest rat in the world, so be careful, Warlords!
Goal: Become the funniest rat in the world!
Extra Information: No, no one was teaching little children how to kill rats.
But it was a pest-control site!