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Post by iolana on Aug 3, 2010 15:23:27 GMT -5
[[In the process of redoing ALL of my bios, which is why some of them are still spare.]] [[Please don't post in my charrie thread, mmkayz? :3 ]]
At a glance:
Tanneth
Twitch
Iolana
Emmel
Sandfoot
Seaford
Dwimbolt------- - - - - - - - ------- Name: Tanneth Torry Turcotte Nicknames, aliases: Tanners, TannThread(s): What if you met..., Other RP; not in plot arc. Species: Hare Gender: Female Age: 21 seasons Alignment: Good \\ Not in overarching plot, or she'd be at [Salamandastron] Occupation: Training to be recruited as a runner for the Long Patrol, the lowest rung on the military ladder; otherwise, does the odd jobs with other hares not on Patrol (mending and sewing, tending gardens, cleaning, and all that other stuff the books never really mention.) (....she hates it.) Appearance: She is neither incredibly beautiful nor horrendously ugly. She's noticably pudgy but not overly obese (ergo the "training" to be a runner). Not short, but can hardly be considered "lanky" like most hares. No notable scars or markings. Brown eyes. Brown fur, very dark on her back with black running down her spine and throughout her fur; fades to a lighter, creamier brown at her stomach and throat. Possessions: Aside from her clothing, not much; living at Salamandastron, Tanneth shares most things with her family or otherbeasts. Personality: Overall, she's a cheerful individual who thinks she's in love with the Patrol and is actually devoted to food. She is very, very rarely, if ever, depressed and isn't the type to feel sorry for herself, though she may shift blame around a bit. Tanneth, like the vast majority of Long Patrollers in the books, does not like vermin. This does not mean she would kill a baby stoat if she found one abandoned; she wouldn't raise it, either. She wouldn't shoot a vermin in the back unless in battle. Vermin are vermin to Tanneth, no matter how friendly or "good" they may be in actuality. Good traits- Boisterous - Cheerful - Friendly - Reasonably intelligent - Brave - Passionate - Forgiving Bad traits- Lazier than she'd like to admit - Reckless - Gluttonous - Excessive - Hot-tempered - Doesn't always think before jumping in - Quick to judge others Abilities / Strengths: As stated, Tanneth is proficient at sewing and darning, and planting and cultivating the mountain gardens and groves. (She is not an expert an either.) She can use a stave and sling with moderate success, and has a very limited knowledge in the use of a rapier. Weaknesses / Shortfalls: Like all hares, Tanneth can run and put on impressive bursts of speed; however, she is slower than her peers and cannot keep up a sprint for very long. Along with this low endurance, she also has low eye-footpaw coordination, though she is not outright clumsy. And, of course, she is a mighty eater and devotes more time and thought to food than any sane beast ought. As implied above, Tanneth is not much of a fighter. Relationships: Parents: Pvt. Callaghan-Turcotte and Drill Sgt. B. Turcotte Grandfather: Col. Callaghan Friends: A few, all patrollers but for one, an elderly harewife who spends most of her time in the sick bay. Enemies: None, or no outright rivals to speak of. Coworkers: Other beasts, old, retired, or off-duty for one reason or another, that also spend time washing, mending, and the like. Other / Creator comments: Sgt. Turcotte isn't her real father. GASP! A little drama and mystery never hurt anybeast. xD History / Background
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Tanneth wants to join the Long Patrol. She had to drop out/was kicked out of ("bootcamp?" "...."Long Patrol school?") once because she couldn't take the heat, and is trying to get in shape/amend her personality to have a go at it again. When not doing that, she finds herself stuck with old and/or retired harewives/veterans, doing the menial daily chores of the mountain. It is increasingly difficult for her to watch her peers and younger hares join up and pass her by. Yes, I'm still working on this. >.>
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She didn't understand. Not really.
Attn.: Private Tannoreth T. Turcotte, Dune Squad, female, 16 seasons:
Tanneth sat on the edge of her assigned bunk in the barracks, alone but for the small piece of parchment she held in her paw. She gazed through it, still as stone, thinking -- trying to work something out. It didn't seem fair. But then, she'd known better all along, really. If you don't have what it takes, you simply don't have what it takes. There are plenty of creatures that don't have what it takes -- it's what makes the Long Patrol so strong, so unique, so... so impossible.
It is our regret to inform you of your change in military status...
It had started out alright... the training, that is. She had joined a score of other hares her age, including two of her dearest friends since dibbunhood. They'd all done terribly the first few days, but once they'd all gotten the drills and marching down, it wasn't so bad. Well, except for Tanneth. She'd never been one for hearty excersize, and the long, daily drill sessions had been brutal. It did not help that her assigned drill instructor was also her own father, and he in turn seemed to think it prudent to be harsher on her than any of the other recruits.
Tanneth thought that was the case, anyway. He was a pretty strict creature to begin with.
...As you no doubt well know, it is understood among all those who wish to join the Long Patrol formally that certain physical, mental, and moral standards must be strictly adhered to at all times...
Tanneth looked up from the letter, blinking rapidly at the rows of bunks across from her; a window near the door was open, letting in a dry, salty draft that stirred her whiskers and irritated her eyes. She wondered how much of a paw her parents had in it. Her father did not seem to think anybeast was good enough for the Patrol, and her mother, upon hearing her daughter had an interest in close-range combat, objected vehemently. The Lady Turcotte had never been one for any kind of fight that didn't include bows. But supposing they had conspired to this end, what would it matter? What could she do about it?
In a way, if the haremaid was honest with herself, this was a relief. The unique sense of comraderie shared between soldiers as well as the rapier lessons had been well worth the experience, to be sure; but there was more to it than that -- much more -- and she didn't enjoy that part. Never had, and probably never would.
A sharp rap on the door caused Tanneth to start, and she jumped to her feet as it opened and a smart-looking officer marched in. He didn't look at the lone haremaid in the room, but addressed the wall in front of him in true military fashion.
"Private Turcotte, marm, h'are ye ready to vacate the premises?"
"Er... yes, I suppose..."
"Then y're t'follow me. Come along." He turned on his heel, never once looking at her, and after a a brief moment of hesitation the length of a heartbeat, Tanneth followed. She clenched her fist, crumpling the letter she'd been reading and rereading and committing to memory, and before marching out the door, she flung it as hard as she could out the open window. Then she left the barracks, once and for all, unsure as to whether or not she'd be coming back.
...You have been found wanting in one or more of these areas, therefore we do hereby inform you of your eviction from the Long Patrol. You may make one more attempt at joining our regiment at a time of your choosing.
Signed,
Patrol General, Regimental Commander, and Drill Instructor in charge to all new recruits
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Post by iolana on Aug 4, 2010 8:13:38 GMT -5
Name: Twitch Nicknames, aliases: That is his nickname. Birth name? Mystery.Thread(s): Not being roleplayed at this time. Species: Ferret Gender: Male Age: 25 or so Alignment: Horde \\ Evil Occupation: Vermin foot soldier Appearance: Ragged, thin, battle-scarred Possessions: He carries a broken dagger and a crooked arrow, both of which make surprisingly useful weapons for him when the need arises. He also has a motley, ever-changing collection of shiny things that other creatures take from him at various times and to which he is always adding. Personality: Lovable oaf. Really, there's no other way to say it. :'D As simple as he is, Twitch is perfectly capable of taking care of himself, in a basic sort of way. He doesn't mean harm unless he can think of a reason or somebeast bullies him into doing something, which is often. He's a little simple to have a proper grasp of 'good' or 'bad,' but he's most likely to find himself with the baddies. Twitch is a bully magnet, and he'll probably meet his end on the blade of a Long Patroller, being used as a shield for some vermin officer. Or he'll lose his horde for good and simply wander Mossflower for the rest of his life. Who knows? And what's more, who cares? It's just Twitch. Good traitsBad traitsAbilities / Strengths: Weaknesses / Shortfalls: Relationships: Other / Creator comments: History / Background
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Post by iolana on Aug 4, 2010 8:18:41 GMT -5
Name: Iolana (ee oh LAH nah) Nicknames, aliases: Lana, LolaThread(s): Martin's Chosens (Other RP) Species: Mouse Gender: Female Age: 18 seasons Alignment: Good \\ Redwall Occupation: Assistant gardner Appearance: nondescript Possessions: here Personality: here Good traits-cheerful -not lazy -adventurous -thinks things through Bad traits-holds grudges -can't make spur-of-the-moment decisions (to good effect) -coward Abilities / Strengths: Can use a sling, mostly for sport, with varying degrees of success. Early riser. Weaknesses / Shortfalls: Relationships: All her friends at Redwall Other / Creator comments: History / Background
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This new format is just making it harder on meh. D:
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Post by iolana on Aug 4, 2010 8:23:09 GMT -5
Name: Emmel Nicknames, aliases: Em, Emmy, MelThread(s): What Is This?! (Other RP) Species: Rabbit Gender: Male Age: 18 Alignment: Good \\ Redwall Occupation: Runner from Redwall to Salamandastron. Before that it was probably candle-lighter or something equally overlooked and unimportant. Spent his time studying to be an assistant in the infirmary. Appearance: Typical brown rabbit.... young-faced, brown eyes, average height for his age and species. One scar running across his back, from right shoulder blade across left ribcage. Possessions: here` Personality: like most rabbits, Emmel is a little twitchy and prone to either move constantly and hop around, or hold very, very still and simply watch the events happening around him. He can be a little depressed at times, but for the most part he is a normal Abbey-dweller, happy with the simple life he lives. Good traitsintelligent, gentle, unassuming, hard working, doesn't give up once he starts something, braver than he knows Bad traitsinsecure, holds grudges, anxious, shy, hesitant, does not respond well to stress Abilities / Strengths: Being a rabbit, Emmel is quite a good runner -- not as fast as a hare, naturally, but he can certainly move it when he has need to. He also has a basic knowledge of healing, and can use a shortbow for sport Weaknesses / Shortfalls: Emmel is not a warrior, and considers himself a coward. When there's trouble, his first response is to run away, or watch it to see what happens ...before running away. Relationships: Emmel was born fourth in a large litter of eight bunnies. As far as he knows, all his family are currently deceased. Currently all friends at Redwall. Other / Creator comments: He has a deep, dark, secret ambition to go back and pay the treerats back for what they did to he and his family, and wishes dearly he had the qualities and abilities of Martin the Warrior. But what good is one young rabbit in the face of battle-hardened vermin? History / Background
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Emmel was born in a large warren on the outskirts of Mossflower wood, east and a touch north of the Abbey. He loved his family and the other rabbits in his warren dearly, and began studying to become a warren healer as soon as his parents would let him.
When he was around 9 seasons, the warren was attacked by treerats and several rabbits were cannibalized. Then there was disease -- possibly brought by the rats -- that very nearly killed off all the survivors of the rat attack. The warren was officially destroyed when the rats returned less than a season later, and Emmel managed to escape by running deep into Mossflower wood. It was during this attack when he received the scar across his back.
As far as he knows, he's the only survivor of that terrible spring. He wandered aimlessly for most of the following summer, wounded and helplessly depressed, until he came upon the Abbey. He was accepted there as a trainee brother in the order, and has since done his best to put his past behind him and look toward the future. He wanted to become an infirmary helper to continue his training as a healer, but when the Abbey was attacked, the Abbot/Abbess managed to get him and two others away with the orders to find help, and quickly.
Emmel was sent to Salamandastron, and he is running due west and then south along the coastline to find it and hopefully bring help before all is lost...
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Post by iolana on Aug 4, 2010 8:31:40 GMT -5
Name: Sandfoot Seascut-Livesey, III Nicknames, aliases: Sand, SandyThread(s): Not being played at this time Species: Hare Gender: Male Age: 17 Alignment: Good \\ Salamandastron Occupation: Cadet in the Long Patrol Appearance: Sand-colored, tall, lanky, and long ears like the majority of hares; has green eyes, a narrow face, and his throat, neck, and belly are a lighter brown; tailscut is fluffy and white all over. He has no scars or markings worth noting. He typically wears a red Long Patrol uniform, belted over the shoulder, with weapons; when not on duty, a short, light green tunic. Possessions: Throwing knives and a light rapier; as well as his clothing, and his grandfather's old campaign hat, which he never wears and hopes nobeast will ever see him with. He also has sheaths for his weapons which he never uses. Personality: As is typical of hares, Sandfoot is gluttonous, gallant and brave; as is atypical of hares, he doesn't talk much and tends to keep to himself. While he isn't outright antisocial, Sandfoot won't go out of his way to be talkative without good reason, and he can come off as prickly because of it. Nevertheless, he's a good beast, dedicated to his life in the Long Patrol, and quite a bit more cheerful than creatures who don't know him give him credit for. Good traits- loyal - brave - thinks things through - responds well to stress - dedicated/hard-working - picks things up quickly/fast learner - trustworthy/can keep a secret very well Bad traits- reserved - gluttonous - dislikes "pointless" things (e.g., jogging for fun) - opinionated - can overthink things and end up doing nothing - critical - vindictive Abilities / Strengths: Weaknesses / Shortfalls: Relationships: ...a lot... Other / Creator comments: History / Background
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Sandfoot grew up southeast of Salamandastron at a small homestead his parents moved to and set up before he was born. They wished to raise their family to be peaceable, but Sandfoot followed after his father and grandfather and set out for Salamandastron as soon as his parents would let him. He enlisted as a cadet shortly after his seventeenth season, and currently resides there with the other hares of the Long Patrol.
Sandfoot's family consists of himself and his parents, and aunt that lives on the mountain with him, a younger brother, and two young cousins, also living at the mountain. He has formed several lasting friendships where he is and respects his Patrol superiors immensely. Not so much his elders. He also has a close female friend that still lives in Mossflower with her family, and Sandfoot looks forward to visiting her whenever he can.
He was not always such a quiet, reserved beast, but as he grew up, he seemed to grow out of being so garrulous. Nonetheless, Sandfoot is not anti-social even though he may come off as such, and he doesn't mince words. Furthermore, he's openly opinionated, and if he hears something he doesn't like (or really, really loves) he won't hesitate to spit out exactly what he thinks about it. He is also vindictive, and can hold a grudge like you wouldn't believe; he tends to be quite forgiving, however, once he's had his revenge.
He hasn't fought in any real battles yet, and though he trains hard, Sandfoot is a little nervous about what his first encounter with a foebeast will entail. He spends his time training, eating, thinking about his dibbunhood lady friend, playing with his mountain friends, or on assignments.
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More copypasteage. <3
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Post by iolana on Aug 4, 2010 8:45:48 GMT -5
Name: Montebuck Wendell deAdin Seaford Nicknames, aliases: Adin (pronounced ah-don), Seaford, Wendy (sister only, or he'll punch you. =3 ), SargeThread(s): Not being played at this time Species: Hare Gender: Male Age: 21 seasons Alignment: Good \\ Salamandastron Occupation: Drill Instructor in the Long Patrol Appearance: Pic by the fabulous and talented nikki x3 Sandy brown, tall, elegant, fit, blue eyes. Visible scars include one across his left paw and another along his left cheek. Possessions: Saber, Personality: In a nutshell: the drill sergeant of every recruit's worst nightmares. Seaford is strict, controlling, and a tad old-fashioned. He does not tolerate disobedience, and has a reputation as being one of the "harder" officers on the mountain. He is softer on the inside more than he would ever admit, and genuinely appreciates kindness and hope when he sees it in otherbeasts. For all his lack of smiles, vague looks and rigid discipline, Seaford is actually quite a cheerful individual, and always looks for the good in others. Seaford's goals in life are to improve himself and the Patrol. He wants to make sure the creatures under him are good, disciplined, and well-equipped for the life of a warrior; he is occassionally thwarted in these romantic ideals whenever a young recruit and his buddies get the idea to pull a prank on another platoon, however. Good traitsBad traitsAbilities / Strengths: -Good commander and soldier -Quick on his paws -Excellent saberbeast -Loyal -Good strategist Weaknesses / Shortfalls: -Turns creatures off with his old-fashioned strictness -Can't stand disobedience/"bossy" -Gluttonous -His older sister -He can be a little vain at times, believe it or not -A liiiitle vindictive, but he wouldn't go too far with any notion of revenge Relationships: He has two older sisters, one of which is an assistant in the Salamandastron sick bay, and the other of which left home to go adventuring, and three younger sisters. There is a lot of pressure on Seaford to marry and continue the family line. His sisters were never held in much regard, being female, but nonetheless he has a close relationship with the one at the mountain with him. He does not share this relationship with his other sisters or parents. Other / Creator comments: He's left-pawed, fights with a saber, and knows how to box (though not to the extent of some others). Definitely a bachelor; his one and only true love is the Patrol. Seaford is a strategist, and prefers to plan what he's doing before he does it -- be it going to battle or going to breakfast -- but he can, of course, make the split-second decisions all officers must be able to make. History / Background
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Seaford is the last son of an old family of hares that, at one time, were a part of Salamandastron, but left several generations back. They live northwest of Mossflower, not quite at the borderlands; they are not mountain hares. They consider themselves above all others. Nonetheless, they still regard the Long Patrol as an honorable way to live. As a young one, his only ambition was to join the Long Patrol, and he got his wish at the age of 15; he is now at the rank of drill sergeant, with the responsibilities of training the newest recruits to the Patrol. He loves it. He has fought honorably in several campaigns, and is quite happy with his life.
Character Sample
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Will they ever learn?! Seargent Seaford of the Long Patrol stood quickly, knocking his chair back, and attempted to address the mess hall of Salamandastron from the officers' table. He barely had time to open his mouth; part of a pastie was flinging bits of gravy and potato in all directions as it flew on a sticky crash course for his head and he was forced to duck to avoid it. He wasn't the only officer hiding under the table, of course -- a young buck, newly promoted to a full officer, was crouching there, too; he gave Seaford an alarmed look upon seeing the drill instructor's expression.
"Y'd think they might've grown out of this-- this-- poppycock!" Seaford growled, unable to find the right word.
It had started small. Supper had barely been served, the hares were being their usual rowdy, hungry selves, and then somebeast got the idea in their thick little head to show what they thought of the food by flinging it at a table across the mess hall. Everything went downhill from there. Now the noise was deafening and food was everywhere.
I'll make them clean it up with their spoons, Seaford vowed silently, viewing the suppertime mutiny from under the safety of the table. Or maybe just their kerchiefs.
"Young uns," a corporal, the same officer that he had startled a moment before, grinned from his place next to the sergeant, "and fools. Y'know, Seaford old lad, y'simply can't win against the confounded fools, wot? And if y'can't beat 'em, then y've got to jolly well join 'em!" Seaford almost managed to get away, but their proximity was just too close. The cheerful corporal grabbed a pawful of -- of something -- and just as cheerfully mashed it in his superior's face before shooting out from the sactuary of the table and bolted across the mess, laughing.
Seaford simply sat where he was for a moment, dumbfounded. Then he roared, "GITCHER TAIL BACK 'ERE, YEW 'ORRIBLE LIDDLE FROGWALLOPPER!" and with that, the saturnine sergeant leapt out from beneath the table and grabbed a gooey pawful of what might have been considered food before bounding after the corporal; he did not stop to realize that he had joined the fray.
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Post by iolana on Aug 20, 2010 17:14:06 GMT -5
Name: Dwimbolt Tiderunner Nicknames, aliases: DwimbyThread(s): Not being played at this time Species: Otter Gender: Male Age: 38 Alignment: Good Occupation: Fighter in the High Queen's regiment on Green Isle. Appearance: Build-wise, Dwimby can be considered average for a fighting otter. He's tall, a trait shared by both parents, as well as athletic and sinewy from training and constant activity. Unlike most otters, however, his fur is a very light shade of brown -- almost yellow in color, but not quite -- with a dark undertone. This shade is constant from head to toe. Half of his right ear is missing from his first battle with a corsair vessel, and he has a small, barely discernable scar across his left shoulder -- another memoir from his corsair battle. His eyes are a very dark blue, almost black, and he holds himself confidently. He'll typically wear a short, dark blue tunic or a green, loose-necked tunic and short, brown trousers when training. He'll dress up for occassions that call for it and he'll likewise dress down for any dirty work that needs to be done. Possessions: His clothing, twin sabers, an old monocle given to him from a visiting long patroller, a doll made by and given to him from his sister, and the various odds and ends bachelor otter warriors are bound to keep. Personality: here Good traits- - - - Bad traits- - - - Abilities / Strengths: - Experienced with his sabers - - - Weaknesses / Shortfalls: - Poor with long-range weaponry, notably slings, much in contrast to many of his otter brethren. - - - Relationships: His mother has long since passed on to Dark Forest, but his father and multiple cousins are alive and well. He has a twin sister whom he adores and still enjoys teasing, despite his growing age. Several friends and coworkers; no rivals or lovers at this time. Other / Creator comments: Dwimby, originally Chepsonek's, written and played by Lana. =3 History / Background
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Born and raised on Green Isle, after a few seasons spent sailing and exploring the high seas, Dwimby chose to become a member of the Rhulain's regiment of otters, sworn to protect the island from invading vermain and attacking corsairs.
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