Chrissarose profile
Jan 9, 2012 18:04:55 GMT -5
Post by Chrissarose on Jan 9, 2012 18:04:55 GMT -5
Name: Chrissarose
Species: Church Mouse
Gender: Female
Dibbun Weapon: Heavy Book
Adult Weapon: None; although she could probably smack somebeast with a book or poke them in the eye with a knitting needle, Chrissarose doesn’t have skill with any sort of “real” weapon.
Appearance: A slightly undersized mouse, Chrissarose has a coat of grey fur, the only anomaly being small white patch on her nose. As she grows into adulthood, the patch gets smaller; when she is an old mouse, it is completely gone, and her coat is entirely sliver-grey. She remains small in stature her entire life, but is not bothered by that fact. As a young one, she wears a Dibbun smock, transitioning to a dress as she grows older, and then wearing a traditional green Redwall habit as an adult.
Personality: Chrissarose tends to be a sensible creature, erring on the side of caution, even as a Dibbun (barring an occasional break of character during a snowball or pillow fight). She thinks things through, and will often see both sides of an argument. A caring creature, Chrissarose usually puts others needs first. As she gets older, though, she can be stern or firm if the situation calls for it. However, she is sometimes prone to moments of vanity or egocentricity, and, as a Dibbun, is often admonished by her elders for being self-centered. This problem lessens as she gets older; though, even as an adult, she sometimes has lapses of thinking egotistically. Despite this, she is still a very caring creature, and often feels empathy for other beasts in need.
History: Born in Redwall, Chrissarose lived in the Abbey her entire life. Her parents, church mice both, came to the Abbey before she was born, having lived in Mossflower before they came. Growing up, Chrissarose exhibited a talent and interest in artwork; this interest lasts her entire life. After reaching adulthood, she left the Abbey two seasons, traveling around Mossflower Wood and drawing what she saw, eventually making it to Salamandastron. However, she returned to Redwall after completing a series of drawings on Mossflower, Salamandastron, and their inhabitants. After returning to the Abbey, she bounced around from job to job, never really finding anything she was truly exceptional at. She has been assistant cook, assistant infirmary sister, assistant recorder, and, somehow, in a strange series of events that nobeast remembers, assistant cellarhog. Finally, she appointed herself the “Do-All Sister,” helping where she is needed, but not really ever having one, permanent job. She is never married, and has no children. At the end of her life, she mainly sat by the fire with her drawing book and sketched, until passing away in her sleep at a very old age.
Roleplay Sample:
*Chrissarose sat on the western rampart, facing east, watching the sun as it tipped over the trees on the edge of Mossflower Wood. It was such a pretty sunrise, painting the eastern sky with pinks and oranges, as the sun prepared to start its daily journey across the sky.
Her drawing book sat open on her lap, a picture of the east ramparts and Mossflower woods scrawled across a two-page spread. Trying to capture the sunrise in charcoal stick had been harder than anticipated, especially since the mousemaid hadn’t quite realized how many colors went into a sunrise, when she had only one to draw it with.
The main Abbey doors opened, and Chrissarose ducked impulsively. She wasn’t supposed to be here; she’d worried about getting caught during the whole planning of the morning excursion, as well as the executing. An otter walked out, one of Skipper’s crew, on his way to the pond for a morning swim. Time to leave.
Slinking down the wallsteps, clutching her drawing book, the mouse made her way back to the Abbey. Maybe she could get back to the dormitories before-*
What’re you doing out so early? You should be in bed yet!
*She froze. The badgermother! Looking up into the badger’s dark eyes, Chrissarose tried to stop a visible quake.*
I weren’t doin’ nuthing, Badgamum, honest! I was jus’ tryin’ ta draw the sunrise. See?
*Chrissarose showed her picture. The badgermum frowned slightly, taking the sketchbook in her giant paws and squinting at the drawing.*
That looks like the ramparts. Have you been on the walltop, miss?
N- no, Badgamum, I was on the lawn an’ dat’s the wall, see?
*After anxiously shifting her weight from foot to foot, Chrissarose snatched the book out of the badgermum’s paws, backing into the Abbey door.*
An’ I’m gonna be late fer brekkist if’n I don’ get back quick, so I’ll be goin’, ‘kay?
*She slid inside the doors and ran through Great Hall, entering Cavern Hole and wiping a paw exaggeratedly over her brow. Dat was too close, she thought. Too close.*
Species: Church Mouse
Gender: Female
Dibbun Weapon: Heavy Book
Adult Weapon: None; although she could probably smack somebeast with a book or poke them in the eye with a knitting needle, Chrissarose doesn’t have skill with any sort of “real” weapon.
Appearance: A slightly undersized mouse, Chrissarose has a coat of grey fur, the only anomaly being small white patch on her nose. As she grows into adulthood, the patch gets smaller; when she is an old mouse, it is completely gone, and her coat is entirely sliver-grey. She remains small in stature her entire life, but is not bothered by that fact. As a young one, she wears a Dibbun smock, transitioning to a dress as she grows older, and then wearing a traditional green Redwall habit as an adult.
Personality: Chrissarose tends to be a sensible creature, erring on the side of caution, even as a Dibbun (barring an occasional break of character during a snowball or pillow fight). She thinks things through, and will often see both sides of an argument. A caring creature, Chrissarose usually puts others needs first. As she gets older, though, she can be stern or firm if the situation calls for it. However, she is sometimes prone to moments of vanity or egocentricity, and, as a Dibbun, is often admonished by her elders for being self-centered. This problem lessens as she gets older; though, even as an adult, she sometimes has lapses of thinking egotistically. Despite this, she is still a very caring creature, and often feels empathy for other beasts in need.
History: Born in Redwall, Chrissarose lived in the Abbey her entire life. Her parents, church mice both, came to the Abbey before she was born, having lived in Mossflower before they came. Growing up, Chrissarose exhibited a talent and interest in artwork; this interest lasts her entire life. After reaching adulthood, she left the Abbey two seasons, traveling around Mossflower Wood and drawing what she saw, eventually making it to Salamandastron. However, she returned to Redwall after completing a series of drawings on Mossflower, Salamandastron, and their inhabitants. After returning to the Abbey, she bounced around from job to job, never really finding anything she was truly exceptional at. She has been assistant cook, assistant infirmary sister, assistant recorder, and, somehow, in a strange series of events that nobeast remembers, assistant cellarhog. Finally, she appointed herself the “Do-All Sister,” helping where she is needed, but not really ever having one, permanent job. She is never married, and has no children. At the end of her life, she mainly sat by the fire with her drawing book and sketched, until passing away in her sleep at a very old age.
Roleplay Sample:
*Chrissarose sat on the western rampart, facing east, watching the sun as it tipped over the trees on the edge of Mossflower Wood. It was such a pretty sunrise, painting the eastern sky with pinks and oranges, as the sun prepared to start its daily journey across the sky.
Her drawing book sat open on her lap, a picture of the east ramparts and Mossflower woods scrawled across a two-page spread. Trying to capture the sunrise in charcoal stick had been harder than anticipated, especially since the mousemaid hadn’t quite realized how many colors went into a sunrise, when she had only one to draw it with.
The main Abbey doors opened, and Chrissarose ducked impulsively. She wasn’t supposed to be here; she’d worried about getting caught during the whole planning of the morning excursion, as well as the executing. An otter walked out, one of Skipper’s crew, on his way to the pond for a morning swim. Time to leave.
Slinking down the wallsteps, clutching her drawing book, the mouse made her way back to the Abbey. Maybe she could get back to the dormitories before-*
What’re you doing out so early? You should be in bed yet!
*She froze. The badgermother! Looking up into the badger’s dark eyes, Chrissarose tried to stop a visible quake.*
I weren’t doin’ nuthing, Badgamum, honest! I was jus’ tryin’ ta draw the sunrise. See?
*Chrissarose showed her picture. The badgermum frowned slightly, taking the sketchbook in her giant paws and squinting at the drawing.*
That looks like the ramparts. Have you been on the walltop, miss?
N- no, Badgamum, I was on the lawn an’ dat’s the wall, see?
*After anxiously shifting her weight from foot to foot, Chrissarose snatched the book out of the badgermum’s paws, backing into the Abbey door.*
An’ I’m gonna be late fer brekkist if’n I don’ get back quick, so I’ll be goin’, ‘kay?
*She slid inside the doors and ran through Great Hall, entering Cavern Hole and wiping a paw exaggeratedly over her brow. Dat was too close, she thought. Too close.*
Well, they're in the kitchen now so if you want you can have him end up there maybe? Or near them?
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