Post by Terg Broadsword on Feb 5, 2010 17:14:31 GMT -5
Character Name: Dobhran
Gender: Male
Species: river otter
Age: 17
Rank: Warrior
Weapons: 18 inch knife, small wood cutting axe, otter javelin pointed at either end.
Physical Description:
as otter go he is quite large for his age, with chocolate brown fur and a coal black chin stripe. Lareg grey eyes which look and feel like ice. He is scar free acept from one which is around 2 inches long and on his left forpaw. He wears a simple ash coloured tunic and a leather belt around his waist which is tight to his body. A red hood envelopes his head and flows down to his lover back, his knife is in a sheath atached to the back of his belt and his axe danglis loosely dangles from a cord tied round the belt. His javelin goes through a loop on his tunic but more often than not he uses it as a walking stick.
Personality:
Dobhran is a relativly calm otter, with a good sence of humor and a tatent for entertaining his fellow woodlanders with songs, jokes or the ocasional prank. He is mercyful and yet destructive in battle, he is sometimes reluctant to fight and prefers to talk to creaturs instead of slaying them. He can normally be found wandering the grounds and walltops chatting to many different beasts. Although he dose enjoy being alone. He gives out advice as willingly as he takes it and will stand by his friends no matter what.
History:
Dobhran grew up on the river moss with his parents and younger brother. He lived a carefree and happy life offten helping his father chop wood (with his axe) or playing with his brother and other woodlanders. When he was 9 sesons old he recived his knife from his father which he had recived from his father before him. He spent many happy hours training with the knife and soon mastered it. However one faitful day his father ventured away with his uncle and a few other riverdogs to put a stop to vermin activity at the end of the river. As soon as he realised where his father had gone Dobhran grabed his tunic, sheathed his knife, strapped on his belt, took a bag full of vitals and 'borrowed' his father spare javelin and went after his father. He shearch form many sesons haveing all kinds of adventurs along the way and meeting many friendly and not so friendly creatures along the way. After many sesons of shearching he finally turned up at the gate of Otter fort.
Gender: Male
Species: river otter
Age: 17
Rank: Warrior
Weapons: 18 inch knife, small wood cutting axe, otter javelin pointed at either end.
Physical Description:
as otter go he is quite large for his age, with chocolate brown fur and a coal black chin stripe. Lareg grey eyes which look and feel like ice. He is scar free acept from one which is around 2 inches long and on his left forpaw. He wears a simple ash coloured tunic and a leather belt around his waist which is tight to his body. A red hood envelopes his head and flows down to his lover back, his knife is in a sheath atached to the back of his belt and his axe danglis loosely dangles from a cord tied round the belt. His javelin goes through a loop on his tunic but more often than not he uses it as a walking stick.
Personality:
Dobhran is a relativly calm otter, with a good sence of humor and a tatent for entertaining his fellow woodlanders with songs, jokes or the ocasional prank. He is mercyful and yet destructive in battle, he is sometimes reluctant to fight and prefers to talk to creaturs instead of slaying them. He can normally be found wandering the grounds and walltops chatting to many different beasts. Although he dose enjoy being alone. He gives out advice as willingly as he takes it and will stand by his friends no matter what.
History:
Dobhran grew up on the river moss with his parents and younger brother. He lived a carefree and happy life offten helping his father chop wood (with his axe) or playing with his brother and other woodlanders. When he was 9 sesons old he recived his knife from his father which he had recived from his father before him. He spent many happy hours training with the knife and soon mastered it. However one faitful day his father ventured away with his uncle and a few other riverdogs to put a stop to vermin activity at the end of the river. As soon as he realised where his father had gone Dobhran grabed his tunic, sheathed his knife, strapped on his belt, took a bag full of vitals and 'borrowed' his father spare javelin and went after his father. He shearch form many sesons haveing all kinds of adventurs along the way and meeting many friendly and not so friendly creatures along the way. After many sesons of shearching he finally turned up at the gate of Otter fort.