Freothul Profile
Jan 25, 2014 20:07:37 GMT -5
Post by Freothul on Jan 25, 2014 20:07:37 GMT -5
Name: Freothul (Nickname: Fro)
Species: Otter
Gender: Male
Dibbun Weapon: A slingshot (fairly badly made) with pebbles
Adult Weapon: Freothul’s main weapon is a small dagger he wears in his belt. Being an otter, he is also a good close-combat fighter, using his paws and tail.
Appearance: As with most otters, Freothul is covered in sleek dark brown fur, lightening to an almost creamy colour around his chin, chest and eyes. He is of quite sturdy build, though as a Dibbun, he is quite short compared to other otters his age. However, this soon changes as he begins to grow up. Over the course of his adventure-filled life, Freothul gains several scars which he displays with pride, the most prominent being a long scar running from his right shoulder across his body to just under his left arm.
As a Dibbun, Freothul is almost exclusively dressed in a faded grey smock and refuses to wear shoes, preferring to go barepaw. As he grows, the grey smock slowly gives way to a light brown jerkin and a large woven belt. He still refuses to wear anything which covers his footpaws.
Personality: Freothul is, first and foremost, a troublemaker. Feeling slightly self-conscious about his height, he tries to make up for it by coming up with as many wild “adventures” and games for he and his friends to play as he possibly can. He is impulsive and reckless, rarely thinking before he acts or speaks. As such, he can often seem quite rude, but he nearly always apologises if he realizes he’s hurt someone’s feelings.
As Freothul grows up, he naturally becomes more aware and starts thinking and filtering what he says. However, he retains his sense of adventure and recklessness, having failed to learn that it almost inevitably leads to trouble.
History: Freothul was born in the late fall to a couple of otters living in the woodland. Only a few days after his birth, his mother and father started journeying to Redwall Abbey, hearing rumours of vermin gangs in Mossflower and not wanting to risk their new son’s life. Freothul flourished at the Abbey, spending his days playing, swimming in the lake, and generally being a little scamp.
As he grew up, Freothul’s natural thirst for adventure and excitement began to lead him away from his home at the Abbey. After his parents’ death, he decided that the time had come to see what else there was of the world, causing him to stay away for several seasons at a time. He would spend the seasons roaming Mossflower down to the sea, fighting roaming bands of vermin. He did occasionally return to the Abbey, bringing tales of his adventures for the next generation of Dibbuns. Freothul was killed at the relatively young age of 29 seasons, outnumbered in battle against a ship of corsairs.
Species: Otter
Gender: Male
Dibbun Weapon: A slingshot (fairly badly made) with pebbles
Adult Weapon: Freothul’s main weapon is a small dagger he wears in his belt. Being an otter, he is also a good close-combat fighter, using his paws and tail.
Appearance: As with most otters, Freothul is covered in sleek dark brown fur, lightening to an almost creamy colour around his chin, chest and eyes. He is of quite sturdy build, though as a Dibbun, he is quite short compared to other otters his age. However, this soon changes as he begins to grow up. Over the course of his adventure-filled life, Freothul gains several scars which he displays with pride, the most prominent being a long scar running from his right shoulder across his body to just under his left arm.
As a Dibbun, Freothul is almost exclusively dressed in a faded grey smock and refuses to wear shoes, preferring to go barepaw. As he grows, the grey smock slowly gives way to a light brown jerkin and a large woven belt. He still refuses to wear anything which covers his footpaws.
Personality: Freothul is, first and foremost, a troublemaker. Feeling slightly self-conscious about his height, he tries to make up for it by coming up with as many wild “adventures” and games for he and his friends to play as he possibly can. He is impulsive and reckless, rarely thinking before he acts or speaks. As such, he can often seem quite rude, but he nearly always apologises if he realizes he’s hurt someone’s feelings.
As Freothul grows up, he naturally becomes more aware and starts thinking and filtering what he says. However, he retains his sense of adventure and recklessness, having failed to learn that it almost inevitably leads to trouble.
History: Freothul was born in the late fall to a couple of otters living in the woodland. Only a few days after his birth, his mother and father started journeying to Redwall Abbey, hearing rumours of vermin gangs in Mossflower and not wanting to risk their new son’s life. Freothul flourished at the Abbey, spending his days playing, swimming in the lake, and generally being a little scamp.
As he grew up, Freothul’s natural thirst for adventure and excitement began to lead him away from his home at the Abbey. After his parents’ death, he decided that the time had come to see what else there was of the world, causing him to stay away for several seasons at a time. He would spend the seasons roaming Mossflower down to the sea, fighting roaming bands of vermin. He did occasionally return to the Abbey, bringing tales of his adventures for the next generation of Dibbuns. Freothul was killed at the relatively young age of 29 seasons, outnumbered in battle against a ship of corsairs.
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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