Post by Bhlacksun on Oct 28, 2006 0:37:10 GMT -5
Name:Bhlacksun
Age: 20 seasons
Gender: Male
Species: Badger
Physical Appearance: Relatively large in size, for a badger. Almost Always wears a dark red tunic with black trim. Solid Black fur, with a white spot on his forehead.
Personality: Protective of his family and friends. Vicious on the battle field. Is quick to think. Will strike before thinking if on a touchy subject. But otherwise very friendly. Good with dibbuns and elders, doesn't work well with other thick-headed beasts.
Weapons and Personal Items: Weapon of choice is a simple claymore, adorning a clover-head hand-guard, and a jet-stone pommel. Dull on one side, almost to the point of a cudgel for those "not-quite-hack-and-slash" battles. A small skinning knife, used for gathering and forging. And a small brass pendant, given to him by his mother, looks like a simple coin on a silver chain.
Job: Groundwork, patrols, and around-the-ground repair. Warrior if need be.
Weaknesses/Strengths: Weaknesses: his back, and the dibbuns. Watching anyone suffer will break his will. Strength: Normal badger Blood-rage, and his mercilessness against his foes.
History: Grew up on Salamadastron, as the son of the forge-master. Good with a claymore, better with a hammer. Moved to Redwall 5 seasons ago to help with a vermin scare, never moved back to Salamandastron. Now sleeps in the wine-cellars where its cool.
Relationships: Mother and Father: died on the way back to Salamandastron from Redwall by night-raiding vermin.
Age: 20 seasons
Gender: Male
Species: Badger
Physical Appearance: Relatively large in size, for a badger. Almost Always wears a dark red tunic with black trim. Solid Black fur, with a white spot on his forehead.
Personality: Protective of his family and friends. Vicious on the battle field. Is quick to think. Will strike before thinking if on a touchy subject. But otherwise very friendly. Good with dibbuns and elders, doesn't work well with other thick-headed beasts.
Weapons and Personal Items: Weapon of choice is a simple claymore, adorning a clover-head hand-guard, and a jet-stone pommel. Dull on one side, almost to the point of a cudgel for those "not-quite-hack-and-slash" battles. A small skinning knife, used for gathering and forging. And a small brass pendant, given to him by his mother, looks like a simple coin on a silver chain.
Job: Groundwork, patrols, and around-the-ground repair. Warrior if need be.
Weaknesses/Strengths: Weaknesses: his back, and the dibbuns. Watching anyone suffer will break his will. Strength: Normal badger Blood-rage, and his mercilessness against his foes.
History: Grew up on Salamadastron, as the son of the forge-master. Good with a claymore, better with a hammer. Moved to Redwall 5 seasons ago to help with a vermin scare, never moved back to Salamandastron. Now sleeps in the wine-cellars where its cool.
Relationships: Mother and Father: died on the way back to Salamandastron from Redwall by night-raiding vermin.