Post by Dantin 'n' Kade on Jan 16, 2008 19:49:21 GMT -5
Name Dantin
Age 16
Species Mouse
Gender Male
Rank: Warrior
Appearance
Dantin is not terribly tall but taller than most mice. His fur is mostly a orange red color although he has splotches of black all over. He usually wears an orange red tunic that matches his fur with his battle sword strapped across his back with the hilt coming over his right shoulder so he can draw it easily. When he leaves the fort for any length of time, he usually exchanges his orange-red tunic for his travle tunic that he always has at the ready; it is dusty brown and well worn but still very servicable and has hidden pockets to keep extra vittles and weapons.
Bio
Dantin comes from the north shores where him and his parents made a meager living. Although they didn't have a much, they lived happily. His parents where once warriors and they are the ones that had taught him the ways of the warrior. Many times, they where attacked by vermin but they had always driven them away. When he was about 12 season old, they where attacked for, what seemed, the thousandth time that season, they had driven them off easily enough but his mother had taken a nasty wound to the head. Even so, Dantin's father was positive that she'd be just fine after they treated her. She was out for almost three whole days before she woke. She seemed scared, like she didn't know where she was or who they where and she kept complaining that it was very cold. Because of this, his dad had him go gather some wood for a fire. They didn't own a proper axe but he figured his sword would work just as well seeing as how thats what he always used. When he got back, he found his mother screaming at his father; they had been having some arguement but he didn't know what about. She still had her dagger in her belt from the fight and the next thing he knew she had run him through and was repeatedly stabbing his dead body. Dantin let out a shriek and ran toward them. When she heard the shriek, his mother turned in his direction, she was foaming at the mouth and charged him with the dagger in her outstretched paw. He knew he wouldn't be able to bring himself to kill his own mother so he ran. He ran even though he had lost her, he ran long and hard as if he was trying to run away from the memory of what he had just seen. For awhile he just wondered around the country side untill one day, he came upon the site of a huge fort. He didn't have any idea of what it was but he didn't get close for many days, he scouted it out until he was sure that it was friendly. This is the day that he finally came to the fort.
Age 16
Species Mouse
Gender Male
Rank: Warrior
Appearance
Dantin is not terribly tall but taller than most mice. His fur is mostly a orange red color although he has splotches of black all over. He usually wears an orange red tunic that matches his fur with his battle sword strapped across his back with the hilt coming over his right shoulder so he can draw it easily. When he leaves the fort for any length of time, he usually exchanges his orange-red tunic for his travle tunic that he always has at the ready; it is dusty brown and well worn but still very servicable and has hidden pockets to keep extra vittles and weapons.
Bio
Dantin comes from the north shores where him and his parents made a meager living. Although they didn't have a much, they lived happily. His parents where once warriors and they are the ones that had taught him the ways of the warrior. Many times, they where attacked by vermin but they had always driven them away. When he was about 12 season old, they where attacked for, what seemed, the thousandth time that season, they had driven them off easily enough but his mother had taken a nasty wound to the head. Even so, Dantin's father was positive that she'd be just fine after they treated her. She was out for almost three whole days before she woke. She seemed scared, like she didn't know where she was or who they where and she kept complaining that it was very cold. Because of this, his dad had him go gather some wood for a fire. They didn't own a proper axe but he figured his sword would work just as well seeing as how thats what he always used. When he got back, he found his mother screaming at his father; they had been having some arguement but he didn't know what about. She still had her dagger in her belt from the fight and the next thing he knew she had run him through and was repeatedly stabbing his dead body. Dantin let out a shriek and ran toward them. When she heard the shriek, his mother turned in his direction, she was foaming at the mouth and charged him with the dagger in her outstretched paw. He knew he wouldn't be able to bring himself to kill his own mother so he ran. He ran even though he had lost her, he ran long and hard as if he was trying to run away from the memory of what he had just seen. For awhile he just wondered around the country side untill one day, he came upon the site of a huge fort. He didn't have any idea of what it was but he didn't get close for many days, he scouted it out until he was sure that it was friendly. This is the day that he finally came to the fort.