Post by Keira Blacktalon on Jul 14, 2010 18:29:22 GMT -5
~~ Vesla Garnette of the Crimsonblood[/b] ~~
Name: Vesla Garnette of the Crimsonblood
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Species: Stoat
Alignment: Neutral/Evil
Size: Average
Build: Lithe/Average
Job/Title: Captain of the Crimson Noble, admiral of a corsair fleet 6 ships strong, self-proclaimed "Lord of Mossflower"
Physical Description/Gear: Vesla is a handsome creature who looks several seasons younger than he is. Striking in appearance, the creature is covered by a very soft crème-colored fur which pales to white at his belly and under his tail. Velvetted paws with mahogany colored claws are well manicured and always kept clean.
Vesla is not overly tall but neither is he short, average is the word to describe him though he is a limber creature capable of extreme agility. Always dressed in the best clothing, his common apparel consists of a royal blue turban along with a light brown jerkin crafted of fox hide and studded lightly with bronze iron, the reddish fur is still visible on the inside of the jerkin as a royal blue sash wraps round his neck, a part of his turban’s tail. Cuffed breeches of a sandy tan sit round his waist, reinforced by hide underneath the flowing material, belted underneath a blue sash to match his other apparel.
His curved shamshir slides into the waist sash without scabbard, and tucked into the opposite side is a dangerous-looking triangle-shaped katar. Bracers of hardened otter leather sit round his wrists and forearms, studded with a shined bronze that's polished into rounds. An earring is visible in his left ear (it's the only one visible outside his turban), one simple gold hoop earring. Gold rings encrusted with certain jewels ring his fingers, a silver ornament sits at the base of his tail, and a necklace of pure gold with a large blue sapphire rings his neck in silent splendor. Even those who don’t know who he is assume he is a noble or of royalty, and that’s something Vesla takes pride in, but his eyes are what earn him his true respect.
Fiery like a garnet stone, his cherry-colored eyes are both frightening and alluring all at once. Mesmerizingly handsome and strangely deep, they give one the feeling that he can look directly into your soul, telling lies from fact with nothing more than a mere glance. As a result, he’s hardly ever lied to or betrayed. And for those who take the chance…it’s their blood which makes the Crimson Noble it’s odd shade of burgundy.
Personality: Cold, contemplating and lordly, these words describe Vesla to a fault. Prideful, aristocratic and intelligent, he is not a creature to be trifled with. He is serious with all matters of business and expects the very best for himself. He is a beast who expects to be catered and respected, as any lord or noble should, for his is a blood with a proud heritage.
Intelligent and conniving, and yet polite and gentlebeast-like at every turn, he is a creature whom will shake your paw one night and then slip a dagger between your ribs when it most suits him. But don’t blame the creature, large royal families are those with the darkest secrets and the worst rivalries, having survived the danger of his brethren, he is now sole heir to his throne. A throne he has now created for himself in Mossflower. It’s not that he can’t be trusted, it’s just that he should never be underestimated. And he can have allies, it’s just that…he must be the king, the leader, the one and only in utter control. To share a throne is the share power and respect, something he refuses to do to this day.
Background: Vesla was one of a stoat brood some seven siblings strong. With two brothers and four sisters to contend with, his was a life doomed to be full of struggles and bloodshed.
Born upon the sands of Turelle, a medium-sized island located far across the Eastern Sea, there his family ruled with iron paws and an air of nobility. Respected and feared, the Garnette family was steeped in history and proud lineage; aunts, uncles and cousins ranging from all manner of clans and families, Vesla and his siblings from a clan known as the Crimsonblood.
Since he was born into the ruling family, rivalries and fights amongst themselves were imminent. The Garnette armies ranged in size and race, but the Crimsonbloods favored bilge rats who were large, strong and dependable. An army of rats 1,000 strong belonged to his father and mother, all other armies paling in comparison, but should there be a coup, trouble could brew.
Vesla observed the instability as he grew and learned alongside his witty siblings. He was taught, like his siblings, by the court scholar Archeretis, a wise old white-tailed sea eagle who had traveled far and wide, amassed many a great tale and knowledge and was found half-dead on the shores of Turelle. Thankful for saving his life, he dedicated his life to the royal family, charged from that point on to teach the kits of reading, writing and lore for all the realms he had visited.
He was a fountain of knowledge, now gray in his seasons, and greatly respected in the Garnette courts. Vesla loved him especially, and learned much from the creature.
Too did Vesla learn to love his personal guard, Gahn. He was a grizzled bilge rat, taller than the stoat by more than a head, a giant even in rat standards with charcoal gray fur and dark brown eyes that resembled mahogany. His left eye was white with injury, a slashing scar visible upon his head and face from a bout with a wildcat, but the rat was no less perceptive or able in combat. He taught his young master all he knew of the sword, spear and katar, even teaching the creature to use bow and arrow should the need ever arise. He was a fine teacher and Vesla was a fine student, they both got along rather well and each learned to trust each other immensely.
It proved to be one of many strengths the young stoat would need to succeed in his family. The siblings constantly fought, speaking nicely enough to one another, only to plot behind each other’s backs. Two were dead before Vesla was even aware, one sister and one brother killed each, leaving him with only four more siblings to contend with.
He spread rumors amongst the ranks, gathered chosen regiments of bilge rats to his cause and planned a take-over. He set his siblings and parents upon each other with distrust, and even spread paralyzing rumors to his distant aunts and uncles.
Soon the entire kingdom was on edge, and all that was needed to light the fire was one, tiny spark.
It came in the form of an innocent movement. Vesla’s brother Karan planned to move his regiment of rat guards to a new location, hoping to keep himself out of the coming conflict. But his innocent plan sparked the war that would end the Garnette line and the royalty of Turelle.
It was exactly what Vesla wanted.
The stoat figured, if he couldn’t have the throne (and he somehow knew he’d be usurped by his own elder brother whom he knew he could not overpower alone), then nobeast could. With a child’s selfishness he saw to it their beautiful palace burned to the ground, the families dead or dying, forced to flee from their paradise home in the jungle due to the actions they themselves put into action. The clashing of the clans was far more fierce than anybeast could have guessed, and it left Turelle in ruin and wreathed in flame. All because of one, young stoat who refused to let his brother win.
He was 26 when he departed that night with Archeretis and Gahn at his side. They stood by the young master’s decision, seeing him as the lesser of two evils. Along with a fleet of ships and an army comprised mostly of rats with the odd ferret and weasel mixed in, he was a force to be feared.
He’d spared the docks from harm and loaded the ships weeks before. Now all that was left was to depart and seek fame and fortune elsewhere, along with a new throne.
It was by his eagle aide’s wise words the stoat led his mission. They sailed the sea for many years, Vesla eager to earn a name and reputation among the flotsam and jetsam of the open water. He laid waste to several corsair vessels and otter vessels alike, taking slaves and new soldiers where he could find them. In time those who served him learned to fear his calm, gentlebeastly demeanor, his cruelty and wicked nature hidden within the seemingly sincere shine of those garnet-hued eyes.
In time, when he felt he had enough ships and beasts to command, Vesla made a trip to round Mossflower continent, a place he learned of due to the wise words of his eagle aide. Archeretis spoke of a great Abbey with walls of red, a grand stone fortress and the perfect place to rule. Vesla’s eyes twinkled with delight at the prospect, and instantly set a course for Redwall.
He beached his vessels south and west of Mossflower woods, keeping clear of a mountain the eagle warned about, full of warrior hares and frightening creatures called badgers. Vesla wanted no part and so hid his ships as best he could and took to his paws for Redwall. His army, 660 beasts strong, was a frightening sight to behold. Most of their numbers were loyal rat guards from Turelle, and the odd island ferret and weasel as well, the remaining 160 were corsair conscripts Vesla gathered to his cause. Skilled with blade and sailing, he respected them for their ability, though sometimes their brusque nature could try his patience. They knew nothing of how to treat a lord and would soon need to learn.
It took Vesla 20 months to finally breach the Abbey’s walls. The lay of land did not aid him, unused to fighting on land or in woodlands without palm of mire. He lost nearly a hundred creatures but eventually came out the victor, forcing the Redwall survivors to surrender or die.
They chose to surrender. But not before dispatching three runners that none of Vesla’s army had noticed.
So, with a calm grin, Vesla was awarded his prize, as were those who served him. Redwall was a wondrous place, a place he soon renamed Crimsonblood Castle. His beasts were quick to work on repairs, rally their new slaves and make the large Abbey into something they could live in happily. They began building barracks outside the walls, fortifications, guard towers and slave quarters. In time the place would truly be worthy of the name Crimsonblood Castle, but for now, it was naught but a work in progress.
But Vesla would see to its completion, and in time, even the woodlanders would come to accept him as their new Lord.
Or they’d die for their own foolishness.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
- Quick on his paws, extremely dexterous
- Talented swordsbeast and warrior
- Extremely well-learned, intelligent
- Regal appearance and calm voice often bear positive results
Weaknesses:
- Strength for dexterity, faster than he is strong, can be over-powered
- Pride and vanity rule his decisions, it can force him into making foolish ones
- Jealous, paranoid, he MUST be the only king and even minor rumors can make him cautious
- Would be lost without his aide, Archeretis, the bird has been with Vesla since his infancy, the stoat turns to him for all matters large or small, he is his salvation, and if lost…who knows how he’d fare
- Personal guard, Gahn makes Vesla confident, if he were slain it might serve to dampen to the stoat’s confidence greatly, but it would also earn his wrath
Name: Vesla Garnette of the Crimsonblood
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Species: Stoat
Alignment: Neutral/Evil
Size: Average
Build: Lithe/Average
Job/Title: Captain of the Crimson Noble, admiral of a corsair fleet 6 ships strong, self-proclaimed "Lord of Mossflower"
Physical Description/Gear: Vesla is a handsome creature who looks several seasons younger than he is. Striking in appearance, the creature is covered by a very soft crème-colored fur which pales to white at his belly and under his tail. Velvetted paws with mahogany colored claws are well manicured and always kept clean.
Vesla is not overly tall but neither is he short, average is the word to describe him though he is a limber creature capable of extreme agility. Always dressed in the best clothing, his common apparel consists of a royal blue turban along with a light brown jerkin crafted of fox hide and studded lightly with bronze iron, the reddish fur is still visible on the inside of the jerkin as a royal blue sash wraps round his neck, a part of his turban’s tail. Cuffed breeches of a sandy tan sit round his waist, reinforced by hide underneath the flowing material, belted underneath a blue sash to match his other apparel.
His curved shamshir slides into the waist sash without scabbard, and tucked into the opposite side is a dangerous-looking triangle-shaped katar. Bracers of hardened otter leather sit round his wrists and forearms, studded with a shined bronze that's polished into rounds. An earring is visible in his left ear (it's the only one visible outside his turban), one simple gold hoop earring. Gold rings encrusted with certain jewels ring his fingers, a silver ornament sits at the base of his tail, and a necklace of pure gold with a large blue sapphire rings his neck in silent splendor. Even those who don’t know who he is assume he is a noble or of royalty, and that’s something Vesla takes pride in, but his eyes are what earn him his true respect.
Fiery like a garnet stone, his cherry-colored eyes are both frightening and alluring all at once. Mesmerizingly handsome and strangely deep, they give one the feeling that he can look directly into your soul, telling lies from fact with nothing more than a mere glance. As a result, he’s hardly ever lied to or betrayed. And for those who take the chance…it’s their blood which makes the Crimson Noble it’s odd shade of burgundy.
Personality: Cold, contemplating and lordly, these words describe Vesla to a fault. Prideful, aristocratic and intelligent, he is not a creature to be trifled with. He is serious with all matters of business and expects the very best for himself. He is a beast who expects to be catered and respected, as any lord or noble should, for his is a blood with a proud heritage.
Intelligent and conniving, and yet polite and gentlebeast-like at every turn, he is a creature whom will shake your paw one night and then slip a dagger between your ribs when it most suits him. But don’t blame the creature, large royal families are those with the darkest secrets and the worst rivalries, having survived the danger of his brethren, he is now sole heir to his throne. A throne he has now created for himself in Mossflower. It’s not that he can’t be trusted, it’s just that he should never be underestimated. And he can have allies, it’s just that…he must be the king, the leader, the one and only in utter control. To share a throne is the share power and respect, something he refuses to do to this day.
Background: Vesla was one of a stoat brood some seven siblings strong. With two brothers and four sisters to contend with, his was a life doomed to be full of struggles and bloodshed.
Born upon the sands of Turelle, a medium-sized island located far across the Eastern Sea, there his family ruled with iron paws and an air of nobility. Respected and feared, the Garnette family was steeped in history and proud lineage; aunts, uncles and cousins ranging from all manner of clans and families, Vesla and his siblings from a clan known as the Crimsonblood.
Since he was born into the ruling family, rivalries and fights amongst themselves were imminent. The Garnette armies ranged in size and race, but the Crimsonbloods favored bilge rats who were large, strong and dependable. An army of rats 1,000 strong belonged to his father and mother, all other armies paling in comparison, but should there be a coup, trouble could brew.
Vesla observed the instability as he grew and learned alongside his witty siblings. He was taught, like his siblings, by the court scholar Archeretis, a wise old white-tailed sea eagle who had traveled far and wide, amassed many a great tale and knowledge and was found half-dead on the shores of Turelle. Thankful for saving his life, he dedicated his life to the royal family, charged from that point on to teach the kits of reading, writing and lore for all the realms he had visited.
He was a fountain of knowledge, now gray in his seasons, and greatly respected in the Garnette courts. Vesla loved him especially, and learned much from the creature.
Too did Vesla learn to love his personal guard, Gahn. He was a grizzled bilge rat, taller than the stoat by more than a head, a giant even in rat standards with charcoal gray fur and dark brown eyes that resembled mahogany. His left eye was white with injury, a slashing scar visible upon his head and face from a bout with a wildcat, but the rat was no less perceptive or able in combat. He taught his young master all he knew of the sword, spear and katar, even teaching the creature to use bow and arrow should the need ever arise. He was a fine teacher and Vesla was a fine student, they both got along rather well and each learned to trust each other immensely.
It proved to be one of many strengths the young stoat would need to succeed in his family. The siblings constantly fought, speaking nicely enough to one another, only to plot behind each other’s backs. Two were dead before Vesla was even aware, one sister and one brother killed each, leaving him with only four more siblings to contend with.
He spread rumors amongst the ranks, gathered chosen regiments of bilge rats to his cause and planned a take-over. He set his siblings and parents upon each other with distrust, and even spread paralyzing rumors to his distant aunts and uncles.
Soon the entire kingdom was on edge, and all that was needed to light the fire was one, tiny spark.
It came in the form of an innocent movement. Vesla’s brother Karan planned to move his regiment of rat guards to a new location, hoping to keep himself out of the coming conflict. But his innocent plan sparked the war that would end the Garnette line and the royalty of Turelle.
It was exactly what Vesla wanted.
The stoat figured, if he couldn’t have the throne (and he somehow knew he’d be usurped by his own elder brother whom he knew he could not overpower alone), then nobeast could. With a child’s selfishness he saw to it their beautiful palace burned to the ground, the families dead or dying, forced to flee from their paradise home in the jungle due to the actions they themselves put into action. The clashing of the clans was far more fierce than anybeast could have guessed, and it left Turelle in ruin and wreathed in flame. All because of one, young stoat who refused to let his brother win.
He was 26 when he departed that night with Archeretis and Gahn at his side. They stood by the young master’s decision, seeing him as the lesser of two evils. Along with a fleet of ships and an army comprised mostly of rats with the odd ferret and weasel mixed in, he was a force to be feared.
He’d spared the docks from harm and loaded the ships weeks before. Now all that was left was to depart and seek fame and fortune elsewhere, along with a new throne.
It was by his eagle aide’s wise words the stoat led his mission. They sailed the sea for many years, Vesla eager to earn a name and reputation among the flotsam and jetsam of the open water. He laid waste to several corsair vessels and otter vessels alike, taking slaves and new soldiers where he could find them. In time those who served him learned to fear his calm, gentlebeastly demeanor, his cruelty and wicked nature hidden within the seemingly sincere shine of those garnet-hued eyes.
In time, when he felt he had enough ships and beasts to command, Vesla made a trip to round Mossflower continent, a place he learned of due to the wise words of his eagle aide. Archeretis spoke of a great Abbey with walls of red, a grand stone fortress and the perfect place to rule. Vesla’s eyes twinkled with delight at the prospect, and instantly set a course for Redwall.
He beached his vessels south and west of Mossflower woods, keeping clear of a mountain the eagle warned about, full of warrior hares and frightening creatures called badgers. Vesla wanted no part and so hid his ships as best he could and took to his paws for Redwall. His army, 660 beasts strong, was a frightening sight to behold. Most of their numbers were loyal rat guards from Turelle, and the odd island ferret and weasel as well, the remaining 160 were corsair conscripts Vesla gathered to his cause. Skilled with blade and sailing, he respected them for their ability, though sometimes their brusque nature could try his patience. They knew nothing of how to treat a lord and would soon need to learn.
It took Vesla 20 months to finally breach the Abbey’s walls. The lay of land did not aid him, unused to fighting on land or in woodlands without palm of mire. He lost nearly a hundred creatures but eventually came out the victor, forcing the Redwall survivors to surrender or die.
They chose to surrender. But not before dispatching three runners that none of Vesla’s army had noticed.
So, with a calm grin, Vesla was awarded his prize, as were those who served him. Redwall was a wondrous place, a place he soon renamed Crimsonblood Castle. His beasts were quick to work on repairs, rally their new slaves and make the large Abbey into something they could live in happily. They began building barracks outside the walls, fortifications, guard towers and slave quarters. In time the place would truly be worthy of the name Crimsonblood Castle, but for now, it was naught but a work in progress.
But Vesla would see to its completion, and in time, even the woodlanders would come to accept him as their new Lord.
Or they’d die for their own foolishness.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
- Quick on his paws, extremely dexterous
- Talented swordsbeast and warrior
- Extremely well-learned, intelligent
- Regal appearance and calm voice often bear positive results
Weaknesses:
- Strength for dexterity, faster than he is strong, can be over-powered
- Pride and vanity rule his decisions, it can force him into making foolish ones
- Jealous, paranoid, he MUST be the only king and even minor rumors can make him cautious
- Would be lost without his aide, Archeretis, the bird has been with Vesla since his infancy, the stoat turns to him for all matters large or small, he is his salvation, and if lost…who knows how he’d fare
- Personal guard, Gahn makes Vesla confident, if he were slain it might serve to dampen to the stoat’s confidence greatly, but it would also earn his wrath
'Cause that was just too freakin' epic for words. Will you be playing any other characters on this board, KB? :3