Stanwick's Full Profile
Sept 29, 2021 17:15:12 GMT -5
Post by justcog on Sept 29, 2021 17:15:12 GMT -5
Name: Stanwick the Repentant (Or his old name: Floki Avardsson)
Species: Good Ferret
Gender: Male
Dibbun Weapon: Wooden Sword
Adult Weapon: One-handed swords (especially his father's Ulfberht sword) paired with a shield, and two-handed swords
Appearance: Stanwick is a taller individual, even when compared to others of his kind. While not exactly towering over most others, he does tend to stand at least a head taller than most! Save for badgers. As for his build, he's a warrior after all, or used to be. With year's passed fighting and raiding, he has grown to have a muscular, albeit slim, body. In his older days, he used to don the garb of northern beasts; chainmail haubarks with intimidating helmets. Beneath that he would wear basic tunics, nothing to boast about. In the present day however, he's usually seen in a more humble garb. Wearing only a green tunic and brown pants, he's often mistaken as a peasant or citizen.
Personality: Stanwick and Floki are two very different individuals, or at least they appear to be at first glance. One might easily get them confused, but hopefully this will clear up any possible confusion
Floki was (and to some extent still is) a VERY prideful individual. Bold and brash, he thought he could take on the entire world in his younger years. He was confident, smug, and equally as infuriating to his peers. With an air of determination that even some leaders lacked, Floki was sure he was destined for great things. Being a fine warrior only boosted his ego of course; while not flawless or untouchable by any means, he was by far one of the most talented individuals within his clan. While serviceable in ranged combat, the melee was where he truly shined. Be it with polearms, axes, or swords, the ferret was a gifted individual. Not to mention he would often play dirty to win; the ferret could never live with himself if her ever lost! It was some years later when he was finally given the opportunity to explore and raid the world, and this very voyage was the great turning point in young Floki's life.
Like many others of the weasel family, Floki tended to aim for things that were MUCH bigger than himself! Such a habit would not disappear during his adventures either; his first few raids were child's play; defenseless villages, small keeps, things of that sort. However, the ferret quickly grew bored of such things and sought out for a bigger challenge. Venturing south, it didn't take long for him to discover Mossflower woods, or the large red Abbey within it. Yes, THAT was what he must conquer! However, such a goal would lead to his first ever crushing defeat
Beaten not by the abbey, but by shrews, this was the birth of Stanwick. Thinking himself to have been a near invincible warrior, the ferret had quickly charged into battle against the shrews, only to soon be wounded and knocked unconscious. When he awoke, he was in the very abbey he had sworn to conquer. However, he was not kept as a prisoner. Instead, he was treated to as a patient, his wounds healed and his mind opened to life within the abbey. A life of calm, peace loving individuals, those willing to turn the other cheeks for nearly anyone, including himself. While perhaps a beast from the north, he was not above such behavior, and in fact even sought after it. It was not an easy process, and is still ongoing, but over the course of a little under a year, the ferret of the north had come to take the abbey as his home. As a method to both repent for what he had originally plan to do, and to truly allow himself to become one with the abbey life, Floki took on a new name; Stanwick.
History: Most of this can be seen in the personality, but here we go-
Floki Avardsson was born in the wintery north, amongst others of his clan and kin. While not exactly well known south of the border, his clan was notorious for raiding various villages, keeps, and other clans. It only made sense that Floki would be influenced by such behavior. In his dibbun years, he took heavily after his father; confident, strong, a true warrior! Though Young Floki didn't stop there, he didn't JUST want to be like his father. No, he wanted to be better than him! Call it family competition, or an obsession with being the best, but even as a toddler Floki would train with his wooden sword. Of course, it was mostly games with the other dibbuns, but that didn't stop him from winning most of the time. Years passed, and Floki only grew stronger with time. As soon as he was a young teenager, he took his father's sword, training and sparring with it whenever he got the chance.
It didn't take long for Floki to prove himself as one of the most competent warriors within his clan, and in fact was amongst the youngest to prove one's self in the clan's history. Some even dared to call him the prodigy of their time. It seemed like all was going well for the young ferret, and and once he was finally allowed to go on his first raid. Of course, it was on one of the previously mentioned villages; small, defenseless... easy. Floki got no enjoyment or sense of accomplishment from the adventure. Although perhaps the next would make him feel some pride in his work! Or maybe the next one... it was then Floki knew that this would go nowhere. These places served no purpose, provided no challenge. He had seen all he needed to, surly there were other places to go! And that there were.
It didn't take long for the ferret to discover the Mossflower woods, nor the Abbey within them. Finally, something new! High walls, clearly this place must be full of warriors! Or so he thought. However, he never got to see within the abbey, at least not as a warrior. Water shrews had seen his boat land in one of their streams, and when he returned to it? He was ambushed. Despite his best efforts, he was only one ferret. When he awoke, he was met with the sight of a study ceiling above him and a comfortable bed beneath him; the abbey's hospital. He should have been dead, left to rot in the woods! But no, these individuals took him in without a second's thought and nursed him back to health. Such hospitality, such... desire to help. It brought a great sense of admiration to the ferret's mind. As he recovered, he would learn to grow more and more about the abbey and its people.
After a few months, Floki was admitted into the abbey under the pretense that he must renounce his old ways. After all, he couldn't return home and admit he had lost a battle! So, with the choosing of a new name and the doffing of his arms and armor, Stanwick would become a new member of the abbey's society. While the blood of a warrior still runs through his veins, he still vows to do his best to provide both himself and others a calm and simple life amongst the Mossflower woods.
Species: Good Ferret
Gender: Male
Dibbun Weapon: Wooden Sword
Adult Weapon: One-handed swords (especially his father's Ulfberht sword) paired with a shield, and two-handed swords
Appearance: Stanwick is a taller individual, even when compared to others of his kind. While not exactly towering over most others, he does tend to stand at least a head taller than most! Save for badgers. As for his build, he's a warrior after all, or used to be. With year's passed fighting and raiding, he has grown to have a muscular, albeit slim, body. In his older days, he used to don the garb of northern beasts; chainmail haubarks with intimidating helmets. Beneath that he would wear basic tunics, nothing to boast about. In the present day however, he's usually seen in a more humble garb. Wearing only a green tunic and brown pants, he's often mistaken as a peasant or citizen.
Personality: Stanwick and Floki are two very different individuals, or at least they appear to be at first glance. One might easily get them confused, but hopefully this will clear up any possible confusion
Floki was (and to some extent still is) a VERY prideful individual. Bold and brash, he thought he could take on the entire world in his younger years. He was confident, smug, and equally as infuriating to his peers. With an air of determination that even some leaders lacked, Floki was sure he was destined for great things. Being a fine warrior only boosted his ego of course; while not flawless or untouchable by any means, he was by far one of the most talented individuals within his clan. While serviceable in ranged combat, the melee was where he truly shined. Be it with polearms, axes, or swords, the ferret was a gifted individual. Not to mention he would often play dirty to win; the ferret could never live with himself if her ever lost! It was some years later when he was finally given the opportunity to explore and raid the world, and this very voyage was the great turning point in young Floki's life.
Like many others of the weasel family, Floki tended to aim for things that were MUCH bigger than himself! Such a habit would not disappear during his adventures either; his first few raids were child's play; defenseless villages, small keeps, things of that sort. However, the ferret quickly grew bored of such things and sought out for a bigger challenge. Venturing south, it didn't take long for him to discover Mossflower woods, or the large red Abbey within it. Yes, THAT was what he must conquer! However, such a goal would lead to his first ever crushing defeat
Beaten not by the abbey, but by shrews, this was the birth of Stanwick. Thinking himself to have been a near invincible warrior, the ferret had quickly charged into battle against the shrews, only to soon be wounded and knocked unconscious. When he awoke, he was in the very abbey he had sworn to conquer. However, he was not kept as a prisoner. Instead, he was treated to as a patient, his wounds healed and his mind opened to life within the abbey. A life of calm, peace loving individuals, those willing to turn the other cheeks for nearly anyone, including himself. While perhaps a beast from the north, he was not above such behavior, and in fact even sought after it. It was not an easy process, and is still ongoing, but over the course of a little under a year, the ferret of the north had come to take the abbey as his home. As a method to both repent for what he had originally plan to do, and to truly allow himself to become one with the abbey life, Floki took on a new name; Stanwick.
History: Most of this can be seen in the personality, but here we go-
Floki Avardsson was born in the wintery north, amongst others of his clan and kin. While not exactly well known south of the border, his clan was notorious for raiding various villages, keeps, and other clans. It only made sense that Floki would be influenced by such behavior. In his dibbun years, he took heavily after his father; confident, strong, a true warrior! Though Young Floki didn't stop there, he didn't JUST want to be like his father. No, he wanted to be better than him! Call it family competition, or an obsession with being the best, but even as a toddler Floki would train with his wooden sword. Of course, it was mostly games with the other dibbuns, but that didn't stop him from winning most of the time. Years passed, and Floki only grew stronger with time. As soon as he was a young teenager, he took his father's sword, training and sparring with it whenever he got the chance.
It didn't take long for Floki to prove himself as one of the most competent warriors within his clan, and in fact was amongst the youngest to prove one's self in the clan's history. Some even dared to call him the prodigy of their time. It seemed like all was going well for the young ferret, and and once he was finally allowed to go on his first raid. Of course, it was on one of the previously mentioned villages; small, defenseless... easy. Floki got no enjoyment or sense of accomplishment from the adventure. Although perhaps the next would make him feel some pride in his work! Or maybe the next one... it was then Floki knew that this would go nowhere. These places served no purpose, provided no challenge. He had seen all he needed to, surly there were other places to go! And that there were.
It didn't take long for the ferret to discover the Mossflower woods, nor the Abbey within them. Finally, something new! High walls, clearly this place must be full of warriors! Or so he thought. However, he never got to see within the abbey, at least not as a warrior. Water shrews had seen his boat land in one of their streams, and when he returned to it? He was ambushed. Despite his best efforts, he was only one ferret. When he awoke, he was met with the sight of a study ceiling above him and a comfortable bed beneath him; the abbey's hospital. He should have been dead, left to rot in the woods! But no, these individuals took him in without a second's thought and nursed him back to health. Such hospitality, such... desire to help. It brought a great sense of admiration to the ferret's mind. As he recovered, he would learn to grow more and more about the abbey and its people.
After a few months, Floki was admitted into the abbey under the pretense that he must renounce his old ways. After all, he couldn't return home and admit he had lost a battle! So, with the choosing of a new name and the doffing of his arms and armor, Stanwick would become a new member of the abbey's society. While the blood of a warrior still runs through his veins, he still vows to do his best to provide both himself and others a calm and simple life amongst the Mossflower woods.