Sorrel A M Profile
Jan 24, 2014 22:18:16 GMT -5
Post by Sorrel on Jan 24, 2014 22:18:16 GMT -5
Name: Sorrel Aya Mirroc
Species: Mouse
Gender: Female
Dibbun Weapon: Small Bow and Arrows
Adult Weapon: Sorrel's main weapons are the dual long swords that she wears strapped across here back, aside from these she also keeps a sling and small daggers tucked behind her belt and inside her wrist guards. She is also well versed in the use of the spear and the bow, but prefers close combat.
Appearance: Sorrel is chestnut furred with slightly lighter patches across the back of her head, above her nose and on her ear tips. Her Adult form is just over medium height with a slight build, long tail, and defiant hazel eyes, with what she lacks in strength she made up for by her skill, agility and speed. Dibbun Sorrel is rather tiny, with over sized ears that she grew into as she progresses into adulthood. The most noticeable of grown Sorrel's scars runs across the base of her left ear beginning just above her forehead and ending at the base of her skull. She also carries partial scarring from a scald across across her upper back from her times as a dibbun, when she accidentally knocked a pan of boiling water down on top of her in the kitchens.
Adult Sorrel wears a medium length, wide skirted tunic (to allow freedom of movement)with a strong double belt, and stiff bark cloth wrist guards. Her love for long warm scarves and heavy is unabashedly displayed during the winter and autumn seasons and it is not uncommon for her to be found wearing thick scarves during spring or summer, an improvement on her younger dibbun self, who, if she could have gotten away with it, would have worn her warm winter trappings constantly, whatever the weather.
Personality: At first glance Dibbun Sorrel can seem proud and clingy but when you get to know her you soon come to see that pride is a shoddy attempt to hide her shy, vunerable and slightly clumsy nature, She is fiercely loyal and take allot of what is said to her to heart. Never the less she is a rascal with a mutinous streak a mile wide, with a love for all thing mischief and mayhem. She has a great fear of deep water/ being under water and has been known to bite during bath-time.
Adult Sorrel is more mature and collected with only small streak of the old clumsiness. She is kind and thoughtful, and as always fiercely loyal. At times Sorrel can be dangerously reckless and stubborn she resents admitting she is wrong. Her mischievous streak also prevails and more often than once has she been caught helping DAB members to escape bath time, once a DAB member, always a DAB member. Although she can now swim, the thought of deep water makes her queasy, and she is hesitant to enter water that she doesn't know the depth or, or shrew boat because shrews seem to have a thing for rapids.
History: Sorrel was initially found toddling around the woodland as an infant, with no one to claim the mouse baby the otters who had found her had taken her back to their Holt where she lived with them like one of their own otter kits. The young Sorrel could not swim, but she was content to muck about on the banks away from the water. Then one day she had saw something flash bright in the water, curiosity overcoming her she crept to the edge of the bank to get a better look. Unbeknownst to the young dibbun or her carers recent floodwater had washed away much of the supporting silt leaving the ground close to the edge unstable. The bank gave way under her and she fell into the river where she panicked and began thrashing around, this caused her to drift further from the bank into deeper water. She was quickly rescued but the damage was done, the little mouse was terrified of the water. the otters despaired, their Holt was in the middle of the river and little sorrel would scream and kick any time any of the tried to carry her across, they decided the best thing to do would be to take her to live in Redwall Abbey away from their river. The young Mouse thrived under the care of Abbey,and eventually joined DAB , often returning to the otters where she learned to swim (abetted a not very well) and fight. Approaching her fifteenth season she became more and more restless, wondering further and further from the abbey and her friends and for longer periods of time, often dissapearing for several seasons at a time only to return with out warning late at night with tales of adventures and battles. Sorrel died relatively young in battle.
Sample RP:
**Sorrel tugged irritably at the thin scarf encircling her neck, fanning her face with the worn dish cloth in her paw, it just wasn't fair! of all the day to get dragged down in to the cramped sweltering kitchen, it just had to be the first day of spring didn't it? She was cut of mid thought by a light cuff to her ear, wiping her head round she scowled dangerously at the offender.**
Ha ha, well aren't you the little storm cloud today, maybe if you stopped brooding you might just mange to finish those dishes sometime this season.
** The small friar tutted, his eyes crinkling up at the corners in a smile as he moved off through the kitchen, humming a tune that sounded vaguely like 'Here Comes the Rain Again'. Scanning the room Sorrel suddenly realized that no one was looking in her direction and, glancing in the other direction, she noted that she was very close to the open window. Discarding the damp cloth on the pile of yet to be dried dishes, she scampered over to the window and scrambled laboriously over the sill, landing with a muffled bump on the soft grass outside.
She had begun making her way stealthily thought the bushes towards the strawberry patch with the intention of stuffing her face regardless of whether or not the berries were ripe, when she heard the distinct sound of young voices from the direction of the pond. Keeping her distance from the waters edge she shuffled up, squinting against the bright sunlight.**
How' ya get outa tidyin' and stuff?
**she asked, plonking down heavily in the grass, poking absent-mindedly at a stray daisy near her paw.**
(yeah yeah she's are mary sue what ever, it's late I'm tired and i don't care)
Species: Mouse
Gender: Female
Dibbun Weapon: Small Bow and Arrows
Adult Weapon: Sorrel's main weapons are the dual long swords that she wears strapped across here back, aside from these she also keeps a sling and small daggers tucked behind her belt and inside her wrist guards. She is also well versed in the use of the spear and the bow, but prefers close combat.
Appearance: Sorrel is chestnut furred with slightly lighter patches across the back of her head, above her nose and on her ear tips. Her Adult form is just over medium height with a slight build, long tail, and defiant hazel eyes, with what she lacks in strength she made up for by her skill, agility and speed. Dibbun Sorrel is rather tiny, with over sized ears that she grew into as she progresses into adulthood. The most noticeable of grown Sorrel's scars runs across the base of her left ear beginning just above her forehead and ending at the base of her skull. She also carries partial scarring from a scald across across her upper back from her times as a dibbun, when she accidentally knocked a pan of boiling water down on top of her in the kitchens.
Adult Sorrel wears a medium length, wide skirted tunic (to allow freedom of movement)with a strong double belt, and stiff bark cloth wrist guards. Her love for long warm scarves and heavy is unabashedly displayed during the winter and autumn seasons and it is not uncommon for her to be found wearing thick scarves during spring or summer, an improvement on her younger dibbun self, who, if she could have gotten away with it, would have worn her warm winter trappings constantly, whatever the weather.
Personality: At first glance Dibbun Sorrel can seem proud and clingy but when you get to know her you soon come to see that pride is a shoddy attempt to hide her shy, vunerable and slightly clumsy nature, She is fiercely loyal and take allot of what is said to her to heart. Never the less she is a rascal with a mutinous streak a mile wide, with a love for all thing mischief and mayhem. She has a great fear of deep water/ being under water and has been known to bite during bath-time.
Adult Sorrel is more mature and collected with only small streak of the old clumsiness. She is kind and thoughtful, and as always fiercely loyal. At times Sorrel can be dangerously reckless and stubborn she resents admitting she is wrong. Her mischievous streak also prevails and more often than once has she been caught helping DAB members to escape bath time, once a DAB member, always a DAB member. Although she can now swim, the thought of deep water makes her queasy, and she is hesitant to enter water that she doesn't know the depth or, or shrew boat because shrews seem to have a thing for rapids.
History: Sorrel was initially found toddling around the woodland as an infant, with no one to claim the mouse baby the otters who had found her had taken her back to their Holt where she lived with them like one of their own otter kits. The young Sorrel could not swim, but she was content to muck about on the banks away from the water. Then one day she had saw something flash bright in the water, curiosity overcoming her she crept to the edge of the bank to get a better look. Unbeknownst to the young dibbun or her carers recent floodwater had washed away much of the supporting silt leaving the ground close to the edge unstable. The bank gave way under her and she fell into the river where she panicked and began thrashing around, this caused her to drift further from the bank into deeper water. She was quickly rescued but the damage was done, the little mouse was terrified of the water. the otters despaired, their Holt was in the middle of the river and little sorrel would scream and kick any time any of the tried to carry her across, they decided the best thing to do would be to take her to live in Redwall Abbey away from their river. The young Mouse thrived under the care of Abbey,and eventually joined DAB , often returning to the otters where she learned to swim (abetted a not very well) and fight. Approaching her fifteenth season she became more and more restless, wondering further and further from the abbey and her friends and for longer periods of time, often dissapearing for several seasons at a time only to return with out warning late at night with tales of adventures and battles. Sorrel died relatively young in battle.
Sample RP:
**Sorrel tugged irritably at the thin scarf encircling her neck, fanning her face with the worn dish cloth in her paw, it just wasn't fair! of all the day to get dragged down in to the cramped sweltering kitchen, it just had to be the first day of spring didn't it? She was cut of mid thought by a light cuff to her ear, wiping her head round she scowled dangerously at the offender.**
Ha ha, well aren't you the little storm cloud today, maybe if you stopped brooding you might just mange to finish those dishes sometime this season.
** The small friar tutted, his eyes crinkling up at the corners in a smile as he moved off through the kitchen, humming a tune that sounded vaguely like 'Here Comes the Rain Again'. Scanning the room Sorrel suddenly realized that no one was looking in her direction and, glancing in the other direction, she noted that she was very close to the open window. Discarding the damp cloth on the pile of yet to be dried dishes, she scampered over to the window and scrambled laboriously over the sill, landing with a muffled bump on the soft grass outside.
She had begun making her way stealthily thought the bushes towards the strawberry patch with the intention of stuffing her face regardless of whether or not the berries were ripe, when she heard the distinct sound of young voices from the direction of the pond. Keeping her distance from the waters edge she shuffled up, squinting against the bright sunlight.**
How' ya get outa tidyin' and stuff?
**she asked, plonking down heavily in the grass, poking absent-mindedly at a stray daisy near her paw.**