Garrol Trufflebrush profile
Nov 4, 2012 1:22:10 GMT -5
Post by Kerrin Clearloch on Nov 4, 2012 1:22:10 GMT -5
OOC: Ok, so I used my ALT Garrol Trufflebrush for the BP even if I used Kerrin for the course. Is that all right? I wanted to have some fun with Garrol, and the BP seemed perfect for that. And while I'm talking about ALT's, is there any chance that there will be characterization exercises for ALT's in the BP soon? That would be great!
Name: Garrol Trufflebrush
Species: Red Squirrel
Gender: Male
Dibbun Weapon: Copper Ladle
Adult Weapon: Three daggers; each of different sizes. One is longer with an exquisite, emerald inlaid handle, a heirloom of his family. The second is smaller and plain, mostly used for carving, gutting fish, and other such tasks, while the last one is very small but inordinately sharp, made to take foes by surprise with its cutting power. Additional weapons include a vine noose and several bags and pouches of strong hotroot pepper powder, very useful in a fight on a windy day.
Appearance: Garrol’s build is slightly shorter than the average squirrel, with a wide girth and pronounced belly; even as a Dibbun he tended to be quite tubby. His fur is a rich red-maroon turning to peachy beige on his belly, neck, and inside-paws. He is also the proud owner of a wonderfully bushy tail, which he uses as much as his black eyes, expressive paws, and mobile eyebrows to communicate his emotions.
From his very early childhood, the squirrel loved clothes and wearable articles, especially hats. Being the son of a merchant, he had wide access to a choice of clothing and soon developed quite unique ways of dressing. For example, as a Dibbun, he favored a small hat with a single dyed wren feather, a red headband, a short yellow tunic, and two sets of tiny belts.
As an adult, Garrol’s wardrobe became even more extended; a virtual storehouse of goods and an amplifier of his personality and mood. He wears a large, broad-brimmed hat topped with multiple exotic feathers on top of a headband which seems to continually change color and patterns according to moods and seasons (it is not widely known, but the hat also conceals money pouches within its brim). His tunic has become literally covered in tissue scraps of various colors and materials, copper bangles, jangles, and ribbons (yes, ribbons). Furthermore, Garrol wears a large carved-buckle belt at his waist and another one swashbuckler-style over his shoulder and back. His three daggers, numerous money pouches, food caches, pepper bags, and an endless store of gadgets and unknown items are distributed among these various attires and also in his large, leather seaboots. The bouncy walk he had as a Dibbun has matured into a full-blown swagger adding to the roguish look.
Personality: Garrol is imbued with an easy-going, mischievous, and happy nature; it is hard, if not downright impossible, to be gloomy or sad while in his company. The talkative squirrel has a veritable storehouse of songs, tales, and legends which he has been learning since his childhood and expands upon during his adult merchant life; his roguish riverbeast accent, with which he has always spoken, lends a great deal of witty charm to his stories and general chatter.
However, easy as it might be to dismiss the squirrel as a foolish, funny chap with a slightly eccentric personality, this would be a severe mistake; Garrol possesses an extremely sharp, quick, and creative mind, quite possibly his most useful asset. Woe to the trader who underestimates this merchant; he will soon find himself on the losing end of any bargain. An outstanding problem and puzzle solver, Garrol is also a specialist at traps, trickery, and getting the best out of any situation.
He can often, however, be (quite unconsciously) very egocentric, trying to calculate what he can do about a particular situation and leaving any otherbeasts out of it completely. Garrol also has a weakness for food and drink, especially ale, and this has resulted in his being known to get drunk occasionally, with detrimental effects, or being distracted by food at important moments. Unlike typical woodlanders, Garrol likes (maybe a little too much) the tinkle of gold coins and gems of which he has amassed a fair amount during his life. Finally, although he continues to deny this strenuously, Garrol has been known to be somewhat of a coward during his young seasons and even in his not so young seasons. Suffice it to say, that he would rather have his enemy trip on a triprope and throw pepper in its eyes before running off, then actually having to fight, and if fighting is inevitable he prefers to win by trickery.
From early childhood to adult life, Garrol retained mostly the same unique character. As a Dibbun, he loves hoarding candied chestnuts, setting booby traps, and telling and listening to stories, all traits which simply matured and grew during his life. His clever talk and turns of logic often confounded any particular attempt to hold him accountable for his tricks; until somebeast got the measure of him it was nearly impossible to find something he did wrong without a perfect explanation appearing out of thin air. As a merchant, Garrol retained these qualities, often bewildering fellow tradesbeasts with his sliver tongue into a bargain in which they thought they were winning but realized later they actually lost. The most major change in his personality came when his wife died; he became more serious for a time and slightly overprotective towards his daughter. He also lost part of his greed for gold, realizing the stupidness of such obsessions in the face of life and death.
Above all, Garrol remains a kind-hearted and compassionate squirrel, who would give much to help somebeast in dire need and would risk his life for those he truly calls his friends.
History: Garrol was born and grew up in an old barge on the River Moss in Mossflower country, instilling a deep love of rivers and waterways in him. His parents, Gordyn and Layla, were river-merchant squirrels; they travelled the waterways, trading with woodlander settlements, troupes, and other merchants. Garrol’s two sisters, Kirri and Friwa, loved to tease him but also took good care of him. At around his tenth season, however, the two sisters were rather occupied by an attendance of suitors during their parent's trading session, and Garrol wandered off on a little private adventure, getting himself well and truly lost in the wide Mossflower woods
Alone in the dark woods, Garrol summoned up everything he had learned and seen his parents do during their journeys. To protect himself from a crow band, he constructed a large, fluttering figure out of sticks, vines, flashy berries, and an old tattered sailcloth found on the riverbank. To survive, he constructed a fish trap and gathered berries and edible roots. He drew on his knowledge of dangerous snakes and other creatures to build shelters in safe and strategic locations, often up in trees. After three days, he was found and returned to his parents, but the little squirrel had learned some of the most important skills of his life, those who would stay with him forever.
His parents settled down at Redwall for a while after this incident, the two sisters being already married, and Garrol quickly became very involved with DAB, buoyed by his natural charm and ready wit. He showed other Dibbuns how to make complicated booby traps and lended his planning skills to many a raid into the kitchens or an attack on a rival dorm. In his teenage seasons, Garrol met Rya, a beautiful young squirrelmaid who lived in Mossflower woods. They married and left Redwall and Garrol’s aging parents, to take up the trade of river-merchants in the old family barge.
Garrol proved an outstanding merchant and was overjoyed at the birth of their first daughter, Lira. Soon afterwards, though, a trading settlement was hit by a plague and Rya contacted it and died, despite his best care. He devoted himself to raising Lira and soon settled down at Redwall Abbey where he participated in the repulsion of a siege by Veran the Black and his six associates. His daughter had many adventures abroad and became Abbey Champion, however, Garrol retained his love of the rivers, which reminded him of his days with his wife and took to cruising the river as a casual merchant once again. He died at a ripe old age, during a visit to Redwall, and his body was floated out to the sea in an old canoe, just as he had always wanted.
Roleplay Sample:
**Garrol crouched in the doorway of Redwall Abbey’s kitchens, his whiskers quivering as he tried to take in all the lovely scents wafting through. Blueberry pies cooling on shelves exhaled delicious sweetness that mixed with the aroma of preserved strawberries decorating a large meadowcream trifle; the golden smell of freshly bake bread winding its way to his trembling nose along with notes of herb cheese and dandelion cordial, freshly tapped. He leaned forward, trying to look inside without being seen by the large molecook, the Friar and his assistants. Then he saw it! A large, half-opened bag of candied chestnuts in a recess of the kitchens behind some barrels and a counter, almost spilling the nuts out of its folds, their tiny recesses encrusted with golden honey and... could it be? Tiny glitters shone on the nuts giving away the fact that they were covered in an extra layer of glistening spun-sugar on top of the honey. Scrumptious. I need those.
His brain raced as he glanced around for a way to distract the cooks; then he saw a tiny molebabe named Gubb padding to meet him.**
Hurr, hurr, G’rro. Wot bees you’m doin’ oot yurr? You’m friend, the ottermaid, she’m told oi to tell ee, she’ll be at ee ponder, awaitin’ to start’er ee raid.
**Suddenly, he knew. Garrol leaned in close to the little fellow, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he pointed to a little blueberry tartlet cooling on a shelf.**
Sure, Gubb, an’ I suppose yer allus ‘ungry, eh? Well, I jus’ been talkin’ with the ould Friar and ye know wad ‘e said? He said that he had baked that grand fine tart special fer you, so he did, an that ye cudd come an’ eat it wenever ye liked. Isn’t that grand, now? Ye better go and get it, afore ‘e changes his mind.
**The little mole infant practically danced about in excitement and needed no second bidding to start trundling out to fetch his prize. Garrol chuckled and started slowly edging his way into the kitchens, making sure to be careful so as not to shake his belt jangles, his little tail held out to balance his usual bouncy walk and make it as noiseless as possible. With a unfeeling chuckle, he heard the cooks round on Gubb as he ostensibly was reaching out for “his” pie.**
You’m little rascallun! Wurr bee’s you’m a-goin’ with that thurr poi? Coom back ere, villyun!
Hoi, stop, pie-thief! Drop that tart, it’s a special one for the banquet tonight!
**There was a scramble of paws as they chased out after Gubb. Garrol lost no time. The fat squirrel babe ran the last distance separating him from his prize and grasped the bag with a superb feeling of success and gratification. Suddenly, he heard loud voices and shuffling of paws. The cooks had come back! They had probably caught Gubb earlier than he had accounted for. However, the little squirrel was not giving up so easily. He whipped off his rather large hat, put the bag inside its large top, and plunked it firmly back on his little head in a matter of seconds. Then, stopping only to grab a jar of dill pickles, he swaggered out from behind the counter as though he was the Friar himself, touring his kitchens. Instantly, many pairs of suspicious eyes bored into him as the cooks all stopped their work. He touched a paw to his bulging, feathered hat cheerfully.**
Top ‘o the mornin’ to ye, mates. I’m just deliverin’ a jar ‘o picklies to Sister Maldive; she’s makin’ a grand ould salad out inna hall tables. See ya!
**Reluctantly, the large molecook stepped out of the way glancing at the squirrel’s pocket (which he had long ago concluded were the worst place to hide anything) to make sure they were slack as she did. But everyone knew that Garrol detested dill pickles so he was sure to be telling the truth. The little squirrel bounced out of the kitchens, carrying his pot of pickles and whistling merrily, leaving behind some very puzzled cooks; Garrol had become very helpful these days.
As he turned in the corridor to run up to his bed and add the nuts to his hoard, Garrol heard a small sobbing and stopped. Gubb was crying in a corner.**
Burrhurrrhurr, ee poi wus moine an’ ee Fiar, ee scolded oi fer takin’ et, an told oi, oi wuz a thiefer, burrhur.
**Greed warred with better feelings for a moment in the little squirrel, but he trotted down and sat next to Gubb. Opening his hat, he took out a handful (feeling his heart rending apart) and handed it to his inadvertent partner-in-crime.The little mole smiled broadly and suddenly Garrol felt happy, despite his half-filled bag. The afternoon sun slanted through a high window at the two little creatures, giggling stickily as they munched on the sweet nuts together.**
Name: Garrol Trufflebrush
Species: Red Squirrel
Gender: Male
Dibbun Weapon: Copper Ladle
Adult Weapon: Three daggers; each of different sizes. One is longer with an exquisite, emerald inlaid handle, a heirloom of his family. The second is smaller and plain, mostly used for carving, gutting fish, and other such tasks, while the last one is very small but inordinately sharp, made to take foes by surprise with its cutting power. Additional weapons include a vine noose and several bags and pouches of strong hotroot pepper powder, very useful in a fight on a windy day.
Appearance: Garrol’s build is slightly shorter than the average squirrel, with a wide girth and pronounced belly; even as a Dibbun he tended to be quite tubby. His fur is a rich red-maroon turning to peachy beige on his belly, neck, and inside-paws. He is also the proud owner of a wonderfully bushy tail, which he uses as much as his black eyes, expressive paws, and mobile eyebrows to communicate his emotions.
From his very early childhood, the squirrel loved clothes and wearable articles, especially hats. Being the son of a merchant, he had wide access to a choice of clothing and soon developed quite unique ways of dressing. For example, as a Dibbun, he favored a small hat with a single dyed wren feather, a red headband, a short yellow tunic, and two sets of tiny belts.
As an adult, Garrol’s wardrobe became even more extended; a virtual storehouse of goods and an amplifier of his personality and mood. He wears a large, broad-brimmed hat topped with multiple exotic feathers on top of a headband which seems to continually change color and patterns according to moods and seasons (it is not widely known, but the hat also conceals money pouches within its brim). His tunic has become literally covered in tissue scraps of various colors and materials, copper bangles, jangles, and ribbons (yes, ribbons). Furthermore, Garrol wears a large carved-buckle belt at his waist and another one swashbuckler-style over his shoulder and back. His three daggers, numerous money pouches, food caches, pepper bags, and an endless store of gadgets and unknown items are distributed among these various attires and also in his large, leather seaboots. The bouncy walk he had as a Dibbun has matured into a full-blown swagger adding to the roguish look.
Personality: Garrol is imbued with an easy-going, mischievous, and happy nature; it is hard, if not downright impossible, to be gloomy or sad while in his company. The talkative squirrel has a veritable storehouse of songs, tales, and legends which he has been learning since his childhood and expands upon during his adult merchant life; his roguish riverbeast accent, with which he has always spoken, lends a great deal of witty charm to his stories and general chatter.
However, easy as it might be to dismiss the squirrel as a foolish, funny chap with a slightly eccentric personality, this would be a severe mistake; Garrol possesses an extremely sharp, quick, and creative mind, quite possibly his most useful asset. Woe to the trader who underestimates this merchant; he will soon find himself on the losing end of any bargain. An outstanding problem and puzzle solver, Garrol is also a specialist at traps, trickery, and getting the best out of any situation.
He can often, however, be (quite unconsciously) very egocentric, trying to calculate what he can do about a particular situation and leaving any otherbeasts out of it completely. Garrol also has a weakness for food and drink, especially ale, and this has resulted in his being known to get drunk occasionally, with detrimental effects, or being distracted by food at important moments. Unlike typical woodlanders, Garrol likes (maybe a little too much) the tinkle of gold coins and gems of which he has amassed a fair amount during his life. Finally, although he continues to deny this strenuously, Garrol has been known to be somewhat of a coward during his young seasons and even in his not so young seasons. Suffice it to say, that he would rather have his enemy trip on a triprope and throw pepper in its eyes before running off, then actually having to fight, and if fighting is inevitable he prefers to win by trickery.
From early childhood to adult life, Garrol retained mostly the same unique character. As a Dibbun, he loves hoarding candied chestnuts, setting booby traps, and telling and listening to stories, all traits which simply matured and grew during his life. His clever talk and turns of logic often confounded any particular attempt to hold him accountable for his tricks; until somebeast got the measure of him it was nearly impossible to find something he did wrong without a perfect explanation appearing out of thin air. As a merchant, Garrol retained these qualities, often bewildering fellow tradesbeasts with his sliver tongue into a bargain in which they thought they were winning but realized later they actually lost. The most major change in his personality came when his wife died; he became more serious for a time and slightly overprotective towards his daughter. He also lost part of his greed for gold, realizing the stupidness of such obsessions in the face of life and death.
Above all, Garrol remains a kind-hearted and compassionate squirrel, who would give much to help somebeast in dire need and would risk his life for those he truly calls his friends.
History: Garrol was born and grew up in an old barge on the River Moss in Mossflower country, instilling a deep love of rivers and waterways in him. His parents, Gordyn and Layla, were river-merchant squirrels; they travelled the waterways, trading with woodlander settlements, troupes, and other merchants. Garrol’s two sisters, Kirri and Friwa, loved to tease him but also took good care of him. At around his tenth season, however, the two sisters were rather occupied by an attendance of suitors during their parent's trading session, and Garrol wandered off on a little private adventure, getting himself well and truly lost in the wide Mossflower woods
Alone in the dark woods, Garrol summoned up everything he had learned and seen his parents do during their journeys. To protect himself from a crow band, he constructed a large, fluttering figure out of sticks, vines, flashy berries, and an old tattered sailcloth found on the riverbank. To survive, he constructed a fish trap and gathered berries and edible roots. He drew on his knowledge of dangerous snakes and other creatures to build shelters in safe and strategic locations, often up in trees. After three days, he was found and returned to his parents, but the little squirrel had learned some of the most important skills of his life, those who would stay with him forever.
His parents settled down at Redwall for a while after this incident, the two sisters being already married, and Garrol quickly became very involved with DAB, buoyed by his natural charm and ready wit. He showed other Dibbuns how to make complicated booby traps and lended his planning skills to many a raid into the kitchens or an attack on a rival dorm. In his teenage seasons, Garrol met Rya, a beautiful young squirrelmaid who lived in Mossflower woods. They married and left Redwall and Garrol’s aging parents, to take up the trade of river-merchants in the old family barge.
Garrol proved an outstanding merchant and was overjoyed at the birth of their first daughter, Lira. Soon afterwards, though, a trading settlement was hit by a plague and Rya contacted it and died, despite his best care. He devoted himself to raising Lira and soon settled down at Redwall Abbey where he participated in the repulsion of a siege by Veran the Black and his six associates. His daughter had many adventures abroad and became Abbey Champion, however, Garrol retained his love of the rivers, which reminded him of his days with his wife and took to cruising the river as a casual merchant once again. He died at a ripe old age, during a visit to Redwall, and his body was floated out to the sea in an old canoe, just as he had always wanted.
Roleplay Sample:
**Garrol crouched in the doorway of Redwall Abbey’s kitchens, his whiskers quivering as he tried to take in all the lovely scents wafting through. Blueberry pies cooling on shelves exhaled delicious sweetness that mixed with the aroma of preserved strawberries decorating a large meadowcream trifle; the golden smell of freshly bake bread winding its way to his trembling nose along with notes of herb cheese and dandelion cordial, freshly tapped. He leaned forward, trying to look inside without being seen by the large molecook, the Friar and his assistants. Then he saw it! A large, half-opened bag of candied chestnuts in a recess of the kitchens behind some barrels and a counter, almost spilling the nuts out of its folds, their tiny recesses encrusted with golden honey and... could it be? Tiny glitters shone on the nuts giving away the fact that they were covered in an extra layer of glistening spun-sugar on top of the honey. Scrumptious. I need those.
His brain raced as he glanced around for a way to distract the cooks; then he saw a tiny molebabe named Gubb padding to meet him.**
Hurr, hurr, G’rro. Wot bees you’m doin’ oot yurr? You’m friend, the ottermaid, she’m told oi to tell ee, she’ll be at ee ponder, awaitin’ to start’er ee raid.
**Suddenly, he knew. Garrol leaned in close to the little fellow, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he pointed to a little blueberry tartlet cooling on a shelf.**
Sure, Gubb, an’ I suppose yer allus ‘ungry, eh? Well, I jus’ been talkin’ with the ould Friar and ye know wad ‘e said? He said that he had baked that grand fine tart special fer you, so he did, an that ye cudd come an’ eat it wenever ye liked. Isn’t that grand, now? Ye better go and get it, afore ‘e changes his mind.
**The little mole infant practically danced about in excitement and needed no second bidding to start trundling out to fetch his prize. Garrol chuckled and started slowly edging his way into the kitchens, making sure to be careful so as not to shake his belt jangles, his little tail held out to balance his usual bouncy walk and make it as noiseless as possible. With a unfeeling chuckle, he heard the cooks round on Gubb as he ostensibly was reaching out for “his” pie.**
You’m little rascallun! Wurr bee’s you’m a-goin’ with that thurr poi? Coom back ere, villyun!
Hoi, stop, pie-thief! Drop that tart, it’s a special one for the banquet tonight!
**There was a scramble of paws as they chased out after Gubb. Garrol lost no time. The fat squirrel babe ran the last distance separating him from his prize and grasped the bag with a superb feeling of success and gratification. Suddenly, he heard loud voices and shuffling of paws. The cooks had come back! They had probably caught Gubb earlier than he had accounted for. However, the little squirrel was not giving up so easily. He whipped off his rather large hat, put the bag inside its large top, and plunked it firmly back on his little head in a matter of seconds. Then, stopping only to grab a jar of dill pickles, he swaggered out from behind the counter as though he was the Friar himself, touring his kitchens. Instantly, many pairs of suspicious eyes bored into him as the cooks all stopped their work. He touched a paw to his bulging, feathered hat cheerfully.**
Top ‘o the mornin’ to ye, mates. I’m just deliverin’ a jar ‘o picklies to Sister Maldive; she’s makin’ a grand ould salad out inna hall tables. See ya!
**Reluctantly, the large molecook stepped out of the way glancing at the squirrel’s pocket (which he had long ago concluded were the worst place to hide anything) to make sure they were slack as she did. But everyone knew that Garrol detested dill pickles so he was sure to be telling the truth. The little squirrel bounced out of the kitchens, carrying his pot of pickles and whistling merrily, leaving behind some very puzzled cooks; Garrol had become very helpful these days.
As he turned in the corridor to run up to his bed and add the nuts to his hoard, Garrol heard a small sobbing and stopped. Gubb was crying in a corner.**
Burrhurrrhurr, ee poi wus moine an’ ee Fiar, ee scolded oi fer takin’ et, an told oi, oi wuz a thiefer, burrhur.
**Greed warred with better feelings for a moment in the little squirrel, but he trotted down and sat next to Gubb. Opening his hat, he took out a handful (feeling his heart rending apart) and handed it to his inadvertent partner-in-crime.The little mole smiled broadly and suddenly Garrol felt happy, despite his half-filled bag. The afternoon sun slanted through a high window at the two little creatures, giggling stickily as they munched on the sweet nuts together.**
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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