Deshrou Dillums profile
Apr 2, 2013 14:51:59 GMT -5
Post by Deshrou on Apr 2, 2013 14:51:59 GMT -5
Name: Deshrou Dillums
Species: Ferret
Gender: Male
Dibbun Weapon: Blowpipe with thorns
Adult Weapon: Deshrou’s chosen weapons are a sling and a rapier, the latter always sharp, and the former usually disguised as a headband while unused. The sling cord is fashioned from horsehair, and doubles as a strangling noose. Across his chest, he carries a pouch with herbs, and a day’s supply of victuals.
Appearance: Deshrou is a cinnamon ferret with a black nose and sharp brown eyes. As a Dibbun, he often stumbles in an overlong Redwall habit, yet somehow manages to make it out ahead of everyone else when the badgermum calls for bathtime. As an adult, Deshrou wears a plain tunic with a kilt of dock leaves, and a simple silver ring he found near the south wallgate.
Personality: Deshrou is very hospitable with friends, with mild Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, but he doesn’t let it take control of his actions. On a first encounter with his adult self, he often comes across as arrogant, and lazy, yet when temper rises he strikes back, with his blade, or his keen wit. Deshrou loves solving riddles, and when he was young his business would often challenge him to solve riddles that they thought impossible. Deshrou is a bit superstitious, and is scared of rain on a new moon.
As a Dibbun, Deshrou is more open, as he has not yet seen the hardships of the world. He loves playing tricks on others, and even other dibbuns. He hates sharp objects, especially knives, but longs to carry the Sword of the Warrior of Redwall, although it belongs to the heir of the current warrior by birthright. He views Redwall Abbey as his business, as he could not remember his original parents until he relived it under the tapestry of Martin the Warrior many seasons later.
History: Deshrou was the son of Daene and Descree Dillblood, the latter a vicious pirate who preyed on the coasts north of Salamandastron. Descree wanted Deshrou to follow in his footsteps, and exposed him to cruelty, often bringing him when he would slay the merchants from other ships. Deshrou was frightened, and ran off when Descree’s corsairs were restocking on supplies on the main coast. Luckily, he was found by an old mouse hermit by the name of Vorscu, who adopted him and brought him to live in his hut. Descree was scouring the shores for his son, so Vorscu carried him the whole way to Redwall Abbey, where his name was changed to the more gentle Dillums, and cared for.
Deshrou joined the DAB and added a great deal of energy, wit, and daring to their adventures. After many seasons, when the leaves were browning once more, he decided to leave to the shores of Salamandastron, and seek out Vorscu, his old caregiver. As he was crossing the Western flatlands, he was set upon by a murder of crows, out of their way on an early migration. The adolescent ferret was no match for the vicious birds, and they soon had him bleeding from dozens of scratches. The birds deemed him dead and left when an old badger started chasing them. He scooped up the wounded ferret and brought him inside, where he cared for him until he felt better, then set out teaching him defense skills, which the peace-loving abbey had stinted on.
A few seasons later, Deshrou deemed himself ready to go and seek out the murder who had injured him so greatly, and the old badger forged him a new rapier worthy of the old lords of Salamandastron. Deshrou stayed in the area of Redwall abbey, and had some new adventures, but as he got older the murderous laugh of the crow-leader occupied his every thought. Eventually, he ran off to confront him. For many days he marched north until one day he saw their pine grove in the distance, but he also saw Descree selling his mother as a slave in exchange for an alliance with the crows! Deshrou unthinkingly charged, thought he was outnumbered by a score and a half! Deshrou lashed out at the crows, sword flickering like an unearthly flame of cold steel, standing tall as the rapier bit into their lifeless bodies, the drumming of beak against steel showcasing his expertise. He was the drum major, slaying the crows as they flew, flicking his rapier, that cold baton of death. He stood, sweating, panting, bleeding, crying when he saw his mother who had died in the conflict. He forced his eyes to look up, and see his father. He had expected him to be dead, yet he did not see his father’s death, he saw his own. Deshrou was looking at the point of an arrow, aimed at his forehead. Deshrou charged, heedless of his own fate, and slammed his rapier into his father’s chest as the arrow thudded through his head, and fell over his father’s dead body. Deshrou had died a hero undefeated, dying over the body of his last foe.
Roleplay Sample: *Deshrou sighed as he remembered that his friends had scheduled a fizzy-strawberry-drinking-contest.*
I don’t care about making these smelly old scones, I’d much rather eat them!
Deshrou, are you listening? I already told you, the jam goes in the scone! You just closed it up!
But I thought we’re supposed to spwead it on top!
You thought? Do you expect us to make scones by thinking!?
Smelly old friar, I wish he’d just go away and let me run down to the cellars!
Go down to the cellars. You’re of now help to me here.
Yeeheehee! Thanks, fwiar!
*The friar shook his head as the little ferret bounded off to join his friends*
Young rascal…
Species: Ferret
Gender: Male
Dibbun Weapon: Blowpipe with thorns
Adult Weapon: Deshrou’s chosen weapons are a sling and a rapier, the latter always sharp, and the former usually disguised as a headband while unused. The sling cord is fashioned from horsehair, and doubles as a strangling noose. Across his chest, he carries a pouch with herbs, and a day’s supply of victuals.
Appearance: Deshrou is a cinnamon ferret with a black nose and sharp brown eyes. As a Dibbun, he often stumbles in an overlong Redwall habit, yet somehow manages to make it out ahead of everyone else when the badgermum calls for bathtime. As an adult, Deshrou wears a plain tunic with a kilt of dock leaves, and a simple silver ring he found near the south wallgate.
Personality: Deshrou is very hospitable with friends, with mild Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, but he doesn’t let it take control of his actions. On a first encounter with his adult self, he often comes across as arrogant, and lazy, yet when temper rises he strikes back, with his blade, or his keen wit. Deshrou loves solving riddles, and when he was young his business would often challenge him to solve riddles that they thought impossible. Deshrou is a bit superstitious, and is scared of rain on a new moon.
As a Dibbun, Deshrou is more open, as he has not yet seen the hardships of the world. He loves playing tricks on others, and even other dibbuns. He hates sharp objects, especially knives, but longs to carry the Sword of the Warrior of Redwall, although it belongs to the heir of the current warrior by birthright. He views Redwall Abbey as his business, as he could not remember his original parents until he relived it under the tapestry of Martin the Warrior many seasons later.
History: Deshrou was the son of Daene and Descree Dillblood, the latter a vicious pirate who preyed on the coasts north of Salamandastron. Descree wanted Deshrou to follow in his footsteps, and exposed him to cruelty, often bringing him when he would slay the merchants from other ships. Deshrou was frightened, and ran off when Descree’s corsairs were restocking on supplies on the main coast. Luckily, he was found by an old mouse hermit by the name of Vorscu, who adopted him and brought him to live in his hut. Descree was scouring the shores for his son, so Vorscu carried him the whole way to Redwall Abbey, where his name was changed to the more gentle Dillums, and cared for.
Deshrou joined the DAB and added a great deal of energy, wit, and daring to their adventures. After many seasons, when the leaves were browning once more, he decided to leave to the shores of Salamandastron, and seek out Vorscu, his old caregiver. As he was crossing the Western flatlands, he was set upon by a murder of crows, out of their way on an early migration. The adolescent ferret was no match for the vicious birds, and they soon had him bleeding from dozens of scratches. The birds deemed him dead and left when an old badger started chasing them. He scooped up the wounded ferret and brought him inside, where he cared for him until he felt better, then set out teaching him defense skills, which the peace-loving abbey had stinted on.
A few seasons later, Deshrou deemed himself ready to go and seek out the murder who had injured him so greatly, and the old badger forged him a new rapier worthy of the old lords of Salamandastron. Deshrou stayed in the area of Redwall abbey, and had some new adventures, but as he got older the murderous laugh of the crow-leader occupied his every thought. Eventually, he ran off to confront him. For many days he marched north until one day he saw their pine grove in the distance, but he also saw Descree selling his mother as a slave in exchange for an alliance with the crows! Deshrou unthinkingly charged, thought he was outnumbered by a score and a half! Deshrou lashed out at the crows, sword flickering like an unearthly flame of cold steel, standing tall as the rapier bit into their lifeless bodies, the drumming of beak against steel showcasing his expertise. He was the drum major, slaying the crows as they flew, flicking his rapier, that cold baton of death. He stood, sweating, panting, bleeding, crying when he saw his mother who had died in the conflict. He forced his eyes to look up, and see his father. He had expected him to be dead, yet he did not see his father’s death, he saw his own. Deshrou was looking at the point of an arrow, aimed at his forehead. Deshrou charged, heedless of his own fate, and slammed his rapier into his father’s chest as the arrow thudded through his head, and fell over his father’s dead body. Deshrou had died a hero undefeated, dying over the body of his last foe.
Roleplay Sample: *Deshrou sighed as he remembered that his friends had scheduled a fizzy-strawberry-drinking-contest.*
I don’t care about making these smelly old scones, I’d much rather eat them!
Deshrou, are you listening? I already told you, the jam goes in the scone! You just closed it up!
But I thought we’re supposed to spwead it on top!
You thought? Do you expect us to make scones by thinking!?
Smelly old friar, I wish he’d just go away and let me run down to the cellars!
Go down to the cellars. You’re of now help to me here.
Yeeheehee! Thanks, fwiar!
*The friar shook his head as the little ferret bounded off to join his friends*
Young rascal…
Again, you can take a look around here to see what other characters are like. Also, I'm a little confused about what you mean by his "business" -- maybe another word would work better there?
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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