Isaiah profile
Feb 6, 2012 21:13:32 GMT -5
Post by Isaiah on Feb 6, 2012 21:13:32 GMT -5
Name: Isaiah
Species: Mouse
Gender: Male
Dibbun Weapon: Isaiah’s dibbun arsenal cantains a wide variety of weapons. Ideally, the young mouse can wield anything from a wooden broad sword to a light, feather stuffed pillow. However he is most comfortable wielding a small sling, which the dibbun is quite skillful in as his friend otter, Reby, fashioned and taught Isaiah everything he knew about the weapon. When a sling is not on hand (such as during IDC’s) Isaiah prefers to use a simple pillow, a soft weapon even though it packs a quite a punch. His signature pillow is blue, though you can barely tell its original color through the many stains that creep up on the fluffy object.
Adult Weapon: Even from dibbun hood Isaiah has always liked simple but lethal weapons (see Dibbun Weapon), and Isaiah as an adult is no exception. When Isaiah fights melee he uses a leather bound dirk, perhaps a bit longer than a normal dagger but a bit shorter than a normal sword or broadsword. A small green emerald is set into the handle of the dirk, essential to a trick Isaiah uses that involves shining sunlight into his opponents eyes. The blade has hard steel edges which makes the blade shine in the light. The center and rivet of the blade is made of iron which makes it softer then at the edge for durability. Once Isaiah got out of his teenage years Isaiah had a large adventure where he was forced to throw his dirk at an enemy, since the dirk is not weighted right for this job it merely knocked Isaiah’s enemy out. Isaiah quickly realized only luck had saved his fur that time so he quickly fashioned a bow to use when his sling was rather more than impractical. His bow is home fashioned from what (in Isaiah’s point of view) is the finest yew tree in Mossflower, while each arrow the mouse has customized to his liking by the smiths and work hares of Salamandastron. Isaiah has spent all his free time since then honing his skills with the bow until they were razor sharp.
Appearance: Many things change during Isaiah’s eventful life but one thing remains the same, his eyes. The dibbun’s eyes are a deep murky brown, and if you look deeper than the surface you can tell that he is a creature of great intelligence. the mouse's fur make his eyes stand out with distinction. He has silky brown fur and a light creamy underbelly that fades into the deeper brown of his main fur. Isaiah’s paws are like velvet pads; all except for one which he unfortunately scarred when he was only an infant (see History). Isaiah’s fur stays much the same throughout his life except for a lighter coloring during his teenage year of his already light brown fur, this change makes his eyes stand out even more than before. Isaiah has always been a little plump all though this changed considerably when he grew older and learned how to swim from his otter friend. As clothing goes Isaiah loves his abbey sandals as a dibbun and keeps wearing the open shoes throughout his life, although he obviously has to get new pairs. Above his sandals Isaiah wears a creamy tunic, although it is barely recognized by its original whitish color because of the numerous berry stains that keep the shirt looking like a patch of strawberries. Around his neck Isaiah wears a crystal necklace, which no matter how hard you try to get it out of him Isaiah will not tell you what it is or who it was from, Isaiah keeps his necklace even through adulthood and if anyone ever did get the secret out of him they must have sworn to secrecy as anyone who knows him you try and ask, will simply say they don’t know. As a mature adult the young mouse changes from his regular cycle of creamy tunics to a dark green one that fits in with the woodlands, Isaiah also uses a lighter green tunic for varying woodland textures. Over his tunic(s) Isaiah wears a belt with a sheath for his dirk and a quiver and strap over his back to hold his other weapons.
Personality: Isaiah’s personality is a... unusual one if even that. He always manages to do “good” while causing a temporary mischief (at least a good deal more mischief than a normal dibbun) at the same time. His trouble making started when he joined the dibbun organization D.A.B, perhaps even before then. Isaiah has always had a mutual respect for his enemies in adulthood and during dibbun rivalry. The young mouse has one trait that has always gotten him into tough spots; he even managed to make a joke once while a poisoned dagger was held to his chest. It was probably this disagreeable trait and the fact that Isaiah was always full to the brim with ideas (even if they are outlandish) that got him into Clever Clan when he was initiated to D.A.B. Isaiah’s ability to wriggle out (and sometimes in) to tight spots has made him almost notorious in his adult life. Isaiah does his best to help others when he can, although he can be obtrusively unhelpful when Isaiah disagrees with the situation at hand (often when he doesn’t get something out of it). Isaiah isn’t selfish to be exact; he just enjoys gaining… stuff, position and sometimes just compliments. No matter what happens to the young mouse he always tries to wrangle something out of the situation that can be used in his own favor. Clever, yes… annoying, very. Isaiah is never good at simply settling down and doing nothing, Isaiah’s personality simply pushes him to keep active and do something. This, coupled with quick reactions and cleverness makes Isaiah very useful and resourceful in a fight (or pillow fight…). The dibbun among other things does not follow orders very well at all and is extremely headstrong and especially rebellious. Perhaps the perfect mix for a D.A.B recruit. Throughout life Isaiah is many things, cheeky, headstrong, intelligent, clever, annoying, but most of all surprising; never does he cease to do the opposite of what is expected of him, which makes his personality very unusual. This is what makes Isaiah unique from other dibbuns, he is full of surprises which make it so hard to describe Isaiah. So half the time this could be true, the other half perhaps not… Just watch out for Isaiah.
History: For the first three seasons of his life Isaiah lived just east of St. Ninians Church in the woods with his mother and father. They lived happily in a log cabin for a good while, Isaiah’s mother, Tasha, taking care of Isaiah at home while his father Semfler went fishing by the sea. Because of his father’s occupation Isaiah hardly ever saw his father except for when he had caught an exceptional load of fish that year. Isaiah doesn’t remember these first few seasons of his life very well, but he keeps a vivid image of his father locked away in his head. Isaiah’s hatred toward searats started when he was barely a dibbun. His father and friends who helped him when fishing always had to fear seavermin, and they usually fought them off. Semfler never had a true problem with searats until one night when Semfler stayed late into the night fishing, hoping to catch enough to bring extra home to his family. The searats took him by surprise, he never stood a chance. Although later, when Semfler's mates came out to see him, they found his dead body surrounded by numerous searats which were all dead. However the searats ship was sailing away, it was much too late to avenge the fishermen’s friend. When Tasha learned about this, she was heartbroken; she knew she couldn’t support herself and Isaiah alone in the woods. Tasha bundled up Isaiah with enough supplies to last a couple days and set out traveling, hoping for a miracle. After about a day the twosome reached the main path that runs up and down Mossflower. After some harsh debate with herself Tasha decided to turn north along the path, perhaps to find a kind old settlement of animals that would be willing to help herself and her son. What she got was a lot more then what she had wished for, when Tasha saw Redwall Abbey she ran nonstop until she got there, and began banging at the doors relentlessly, knowing she and her son were close to starvation. Of course the Abbey took her in, showing Isaiah to a dorm with a nice bed and his mom to the infirmary for the time being. Knowing she couldn’t turn back into the woods with her youngster Tasha decided to stay at Redwall Abbey for as long as she was welcome, which, was quite a long while. When Isaiah grew a little older he joined D.A.B, and began his nefarious mischief making. Along with Clever Clan (his dorm) Isaiah pulled many pranks, planned many kitchen raids, and had many pillow fights. Once Isaiah got into his teenage years Isaiah began yearning for adventure, something of the kind that could not be found behind the walls of the Abbey. So Isaiah set out from Redwall seeking adventure, promising his mother and friends to return frequently for visits. His next several seasons went by in a flash, journey after journey with the occasional relaxing visit to Redwall Abbey. While he was out traveling he always kept his eye out for searats and evil in general, Isaiah is never bored while he does this. NOTE: Due to an incident during Isaiah's dibbun hood, the young mouse has a violent scratch on his paw, due to playing with knives. This incident showed Isaiah how lethal knives could be, perhaps this was an incentive for his adult weapon?
Roleplay Sample: *Isaiah finished scratching his initial on the old wood of the bench he was sitting on, sharpening his miniature claw afterwards. The young mouse looked around, gazing at the fine woven tapestries and the beautiful stained glass windows. Even though he was surrounded by the most handsome surroundings of every sort Isaiah was still nervous, scared even. It had been this way ever since he and his mom had found the Abbey, saving their own lives in doing so. After the two family members had spent about two weeks in the infirmary Isaiah was to be led to his dorm and introduced to his mates. This event that was almost upon him was what made his stomach summersault around. Isaiah had been told to wait on this very bench and wait for the badger mother to come and lead Isaiah to his dorm. The young mouse wrangled his special seashell necklace, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to imagine what his dorm mates would be like. Would they except Isaiah? Would they tease and torture Isaiah? These questions among others burned constantly in Isaiah’s head, never letting him forget what the worst might come of his situation. In reality, it probably wouldn’t be too bad, but Isaiah had let his imagination run away with himself, and there was no stopping it.*
...iah! Isaiah!
*Isaiah zoomed back into focus, registering the towering badger that loomed over him, blocking his view from most of the room. Isaiah gulped uncertainly and hopped off his bench, taking the badgers hand and walking with her, not saying a word out of shyness. The next few minutes were torturous for Isaiah, and every second seemed like an hour to him. After an eternity in, "Isaiah Time" the young mouse finally reached the top of the stairs. Thud… Thud… Thud… Isaiah became very aware of his companions heavy paw-steps as they reached the door. He concentrated on that so he would not worry about the next few seconds. The heavy oaken door swung open with a creak, revealing the curious faces of several dibbuns. Isaiah tore his gaze away from the paws and focused on the individual faces of the dibbuns. The mouse took a small, timid step forward, raising his right paw in a friendly gesture.*
Um… Hoi.
Species: Mouse
Gender: Male
Dibbun Weapon: Isaiah’s dibbun arsenal cantains a wide variety of weapons. Ideally, the young mouse can wield anything from a wooden broad sword to a light, feather stuffed pillow. However he is most comfortable wielding a small sling, which the dibbun is quite skillful in as his friend otter, Reby, fashioned and taught Isaiah everything he knew about the weapon. When a sling is not on hand (such as during IDC’s) Isaiah prefers to use a simple pillow, a soft weapon even though it packs a quite a punch. His signature pillow is blue, though you can barely tell its original color through the many stains that creep up on the fluffy object.
Adult Weapon: Even from dibbun hood Isaiah has always liked simple but lethal weapons (see Dibbun Weapon), and Isaiah as an adult is no exception. When Isaiah fights melee he uses a leather bound dirk, perhaps a bit longer than a normal dagger but a bit shorter than a normal sword or broadsword. A small green emerald is set into the handle of the dirk, essential to a trick Isaiah uses that involves shining sunlight into his opponents eyes. The blade has hard steel edges which makes the blade shine in the light. The center and rivet of the blade is made of iron which makes it softer then at the edge for durability. Once Isaiah got out of his teenage years Isaiah had a large adventure where he was forced to throw his dirk at an enemy, since the dirk is not weighted right for this job it merely knocked Isaiah’s enemy out. Isaiah quickly realized only luck had saved his fur that time so he quickly fashioned a bow to use when his sling was rather more than impractical. His bow is home fashioned from what (in Isaiah’s point of view) is the finest yew tree in Mossflower, while each arrow the mouse has customized to his liking by the smiths and work hares of Salamandastron. Isaiah has spent all his free time since then honing his skills with the bow until they were razor sharp.
Appearance: Many things change during Isaiah’s eventful life but one thing remains the same, his eyes. The dibbun’s eyes are a deep murky brown, and if you look deeper than the surface you can tell that he is a creature of great intelligence. the mouse's fur make his eyes stand out with distinction. He has silky brown fur and a light creamy underbelly that fades into the deeper brown of his main fur. Isaiah’s paws are like velvet pads; all except for one which he unfortunately scarred when he was only an infant (see History). Isaiah’s fur stays much the same throughout his life except for a lighter coloring during his teenage year of his already light brown fur, this change makes his eyes stand out even more than before. Isaiah has always been a little plump all though this changed considerably when he grew older and learned how to swim from his otter friend. As clothing goes Isaiah loves his abbey sandals as a dibbun and keeps wearing the open shoes throughout his life, although he obviously has to get new pairs. Above his sandals Isaiah wears a creamy tunic, although it is barely recognized by its original whitish color because of the numerous berry stains that keep the shirt looking like a patch of strawberries. Around his neck Isaiah wears a crystal necklace, which no matter how hard you try to get it out of him Isaiah will not tell you what it is or who it was from, Isaiah keeps his necklace even through adulthood and if anyone ever did get the secret out of him they must have sworn to secrecy as anyone who knows him you try and ask, will simply say they don’t know. As a mature adult the young mouse changes from his regular cycle of creamy tunics to a dark green one that fits in with the woodlands, Isaiah also uses a lighter green tunic for varying woodland textures. Over his tunic(s) Isaiah wears a belt with a sheath for his dirk and a quiver and strap over his back to hold his other weapons.
Personality: Isaiah’s personality is a... unusual one if even that. He always manages to do “good” while causing a temporary mischief (at least a good deal more mischief than a normal dibbun) at the same time. His trouble making started when he joined the dibbun organization D.A.B, perhaps even before then. Isaiah has always had a mutual respect for his enemies in adulthood and during dibbun rivalry. The young mouse has one trait that has always gotten him into tough spots; he even managed to make a joke once while a poisoned dagger was held to his chest. It was probably this disagreeable trait and the fact that Isaiah was always full to the brim with ideas (even if they are outlandish) that got him into Clever Clan when he was initiated to D.A.B. Isaiah’s ability to wriggle out (and sometimes in) to tight spots has made him almost notorious in his adult life. Isaiah does his best to help others when he can, although he can be obtrusively unhelpful when Isaiah disagrees with the situation at hand (often when he doesn’t get something out of it). Isaiah isn’t selfish to be exact; he just enjoys gaining… stuff, position and sometimes just compliments. No matter what happens to the young mouse he always tries to wrangle something out of the situation that can be used in his own favor. Clever, yes… annoying, very. Isaiah is never good at simply settling down and doing nothing, Isaiah’s personality simply pushes him to keep active and do something. This, coupled with quick reactions and cleverness makes Isaiah very useful and resourceful in a fight (or pillow fight…). The dibbun among other things does not follow orders very well at all and is extremely headstrong and especially rebellious. Perhaps the perfect mix for a D.A.B recruit. Throughout life Isaiah is many things, cheeky, headstrong, intelligent, clever, annoying, but most of all surprising; never does he cease to do the opposite of what is expected of him, which makes his personality very unusual. This is what makes Isaiah unique from other dibbuns, he is full of surprises which make it so hard to describe Isaiah. So half the time this could be true, the other half perhaps not… Just watch out for Isaiah.
History: For the first three seasons of his life Isaiah lived just east of St. Ninians Church in the woods with his mother and father. They lived happily in a log cabin for a good while, Isaiah’s mother, Tasha, taking care of Isaiah at home while his father Semfler went fishing by the sea. Because of his father’s occupation Isaiah hardly ever saw his father except for when he had caught an exceptional load of fish that year. Isaiah doesn’t remember these first few seasons of his life very well, but he keeps a vivid image of his father locked away in his head. Isaiah’s hatred toward searats started when he was barely a dibbun. His father and friends who helped him when fishing always had to fear seavermin, and they usually fought them off. Semfler never had a true problem with searats until one night when Semfler stayed late into the night fishing, hoping to catch enough to bring extra home to his family. The searats took him by surprise, he never stood a chance. Although later, when Semfler's mates came out to see him, they found his dead body surrounded by numerous searats which were all dead. However the searats ship was sailing away, it was much too late to avenge the fishermen’s friend. When Tasha learned about this, she was heartbroken; she knew she couldn’t support herself and Isaiah alone in the woods. Tasha bundled up Isaiah with enough supplies to last a couple days and set out traveling, hoping for a miracle. After about a day the twosome reached the main path that runs up and down Mossflower. After some harsh debate with herself Tasha decided to turn north along the path, perhaps to find a kind old settlement of animals that would be willing to help herself and her son. What she got was a lot more then what she had wished for, when Tasha saw Redwall Abbey she ran nonstop until she got there, and began banging at the doors relentlessly, knowing she and her son were close to starvation. Of course the Abbey took her in, showing Isaiah to a dorm with a nice bed and his mom to the infirmary for the time being. Knowing she couldn’t turn back into the woods with her youngster Tasha decided to stay at Redwall Abbey for as long as she was welcome, which, was quite a long while. When Isaiah grew a little older he joined D.A.B, and began his nefarious mischief making. Along with Clever Clan (his dorm) Isaiah pulled many pranks, planned many kitchen raids, and had many pillow fights. Once Isaiah got into his teenage years Isaiah began yearning for adventure, something of the kind that could not be found behind the walls of the Abbey. So Isaiah set out from Redwall seeking adventure, promising his mother and friends to return frequently for visits. His next several seasons went by in a flash, journey after journey with the occasional relaxing visit to Redwall Abbey. While he was out traveling he always kept his eye out for searats and evil in general, Isaiah is never bored while he does this. NOTE: Due to an incident during Isaiah's dibbun hood, the young mouse has a violent scratch on his paw, due to playing with knives. This incident showed Isaiah how lethal knives could be, perhaps this was an incentive for his adult weapon?
Roleplay Sample: *Isaiah finished scratching his initial on the old wood of the bench he was sitting on, sharpening his miniature claw afterwards. The young mouse looked around, gazing at the fine woven tapestries and the beautiful stained glass windows. Even though he was surrounded by the most handsome surroundings of every sort Isaiah was still nervous, scared even. It had been this way ever since he and his mom had found the Abbey, saving their own lives in doing so. After the two family members had spent about two weeks in the infirmary Isaiah was to be led to his dorm and introduced to his mates. This event that was almost upon him was what made his stomach summersault around. Isaiah had been told to wait on this very bench and wait for the badger mother to come and lead Isaiah to his dorm. The young mouse wrangled his special seashell necklace, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to imagine what his dorm mates would be like. Would they except Isaiah? Would they tease and torture Isaiah? These questions among others burned constantly in Isaiah’s head, never letting him forget what the worst might come of his situation. In reality, it probably wouldn’t be too bad, but Isaiah had let his imagination run away with himself, and there was no stopping it.*
...iah! Isaiah!
*Isaiah zoomed back into focus, registering the towering badger that loomed over him, blocking his view from most of the room. Isaiah gulped uncertainly and hopped off his bench, taking the badgers hand and walking with her, not saying a word out of shyness. The next few minutes were torturous for Isaiah, and every second seemed like an hour to him. After an eternity in, "Isaiah Time" the young mouse finally reached the top of the stairs. Thud… Thud… Thud… Isaiah became very aware of his companions heavy paw-steps as they reached the door. He concentrated on that so he would not worry about the next few seconds. The heavy oaken door swung open with a creak, revealing the curious faces of several dibbuns. Isaiah tore his gaze away from the paws and focused on the individual faces of the dibbuns. The mouse took a small, timid step forward, raising his right paw in a friendly gesture.*
Um… Hoi.
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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