Post by Silas on Jan 6, 2007 21:07:16 GMT -5
Name: Silas Hawkeye
Age: Around 24 years (96 Seasons)
Gender: Male
Species: Squirrel
Physical Appearance: He is a strong yet thin woodland squirrel, his fur color has a red-orange tinge to it. His eyes are a deep blue in contrast. Icy would be the most likely adjective to describe his gaze, although he can be kinder at times. Wears a simple brown tunic, with a snake-skin belt holding a plain scabbard, in which rests a one-handed double-edged sword. He wears a practical backpack, a tiny bit worn through from use already. He also wears a small (only in width) Tail ring, which is made of a highly polished metal (he assumes it's Brass), with green emeralds set in at regular intervals. Although he is reluctant to show it, he has sustained multiple scars on his back. However minor, they are a an ever-present reminder of his past.
Personality: Mostly quiet, often dwelling on thoughts. He will speak up at times, when need be. Approaches situations carefully, and calmly looks for a solution. Pretty much a loner, but in battle, he has a few tricks to recommend to the local commander.
Weapons and Personal Items: Silas has quite a few weapons, due to the unsavory territory he lives in. His most obvious weapon is the one-handed sword he has strapped to his belt. The blade itself has a jet black stone set into the end of the grip, the hilt is pretty basic, the blade still shining like new, is plain only for an emblem near the hilt on both sides. Other concealed weapons are his two daggers, which are longer than average ones, almost Dirks, but not quite. These he straps onto his arms about a finger length from his wrist, the hilts facing toward the sleeves. The long daggers are held in place by two buckles on their custom sheaths, which all fit nicely on the bottom of his arms if he were to hold them out straight. He uses his sleeves to conceal these weapons of last resort. Too many times in the past has he been pinned down by a vermin blade without a weapon. Finally, his last weapon is a bow he made himself at a young age. He fits this bow into his pack unstrung, along with a sealed quiver of arrows which he keeps a goodly supply on hand. Among these weapons he carries a small pot, carved forks and spoons, an oddly-colored cloak, rations, and a contraption that seems to do nothing at all, among various miscellaneous items(all of which are in his backpack). He also recently made what is commonly referred to in our world as a violin, which he plays intricate pieces of music in his spare time.
Job: Currently none, he has not been to Redwall Abbey.
Weaknesses/Strengths: Weaknesses: He cannot deflect strong attacks with certain weapons, and sometimes passes into reveries of the past while doing chores. Strengths: Can work with basic materials to make items, and can work out conflicts among other creatures.
Talents/skills: (In addition to the aforementioned strengths) Able to tread silently and is a relative master at camouflage. Fighting skills are overall fluid combinations, aided by an alert mind (somebeasts speculate about more forces at work with this trait. Maybe he just has a good eye for things!). The sword, admittedly, only slows him down slightly. He has amazing endurance, especially tree-hopping through the many forests that dot the landscape. He specializes in weapon crafting, but can make an adequate replacement fork in a pinch. Also can heal most injuries, having had training by his mother and other various healers who happened to pass through their land.
History: Mostly a loner, Silas travels around the North Eastern coasts, but has made it far past that when his family journeyed to Southsward along the coast. He will not speak of what happened there, and now lives in his original birthplace. He does what he can against the local vagabonds and looters that fester in the territory, and attempts to collect Information from the outside world. Up until now he built a semi-permanent home near the cliffs, where he grows a small quantity of crops to sustain his ever-dwindling supply of food.
Relationships: He used to know his parents, until the age of 13 years when they were settling in the land of Southsward. He now only knows the vermin that plague the lands, and a distant voice in his dreams who calls out to him.
Age: Around 24 years (96 Seasons)
Gender: Male
Species: Squirrel
Physical Appearance: He is a strong yet thin woodland squirrel, his fur color has a red-orange tinge to it. His eyes are a deep blue in contrast. Icy would be the most likely adjective to describe his gaze, although he can be kinder at times. Wears a simple brown tunic, with a snake-skin belt holding a plain scabbard, in which rests a one-handed double-edged sword. He wears a practical backpack, a tiny bit worn through from use already. He also wears a small (only in width) Tail ring, which is made of a highly polished metal (he assumes it's Brass), with green emeralds set in at regular intervals. Although he is reluctant to show it, he has sustained multiple scars on his back. However minor, they are a an ever-present reminder of his past.
Personality: Mostly quiet, often dwelling on thoughts. He will speak up at times, when need be. Approaches situations carefully, and calmly looks for a solution. Pretty much a loner, but in battle, he has a few tricks to recommend to the local commander.
Weapons and Personal Items: Silas has quite a few weapons, due to the unsavory territory he lives in. His most obvious weapon is the one-handed sword he has strapped to his belt. The blade itself has a jet black stone set into the end of the grip, the hilt is pretty basic, the blade still shining like new, is plain only for an emblem near the hilt on both sides. Other concealed weapons are his two daggers, which are longer than average ones, almost Dirks, but not quite. These he straps onto his arms about a finger length from his wrist, the hilts facing toward the sleeves. The long daggers are held in place by two buckles on their custom sheaths, which all fit nicely on the bottom of his arms if he were to hold them out straight. He uses his sleeves to conceal these weapons of last resort. Too many times in the past has he been pinned down by a vermin blade without a weapon. Finally, his last weapon is a bow he made himself at a young age. He fits this bow into his pack unstrung, along with a sealed quiver of arrows which he keeps a goodly supply on hand. Among these weapons he carries a small pot, carved forks and spoons, an oddly-colored cloak, rations, and a contraption that seems to do nothing at all, among various miscellaneous items(all of which are in his backpack). He also recently made what is commonly referred to in our world as a violin, which he plays intricate pieces of music in his spare time.
Job: Currently none, he has not been to Redwall Abbey.
Weaknesses/Strengths: Weaknesses: He cannot deflect strong attacks with certain weapons, and sometimes passes into reveries of the past while doing chores. Strengths: Can work with basic materials to make items, and can work out conflicts among other creatures.
Talents/skills: (In addition to the aforementioned strengths) Able to tread silently and is a relative master at camouflage. Fighting skills are overall fluid combinations, aided by an alert mind (somebeasts speculate about more forces at work with this trait. Maybe he just has a good eye for things!). The sword, admittedly, only slows him down slightly. He has amazing endurance, especially tree-hopping through the many forests that dot the landscape. He specializes in weapon crafting, but can make an adequate replacement fork in a pinch. Also can heal most injuries, having had training by his mother and other various healers who happened to pass through their land.
History: Mostly a loner, Silas travels around the North Eastern coasts, but has made it far past that when his family journeyed to Southsward along the coast. He will not speak of what happened there, and now lives in his original birthplace. He does what he can against the local vagabonds and looters that fester in the territory, and attempts to collect Information from the outside world. Up until now he built a semi-permanent home near the cliffs, where he grows a small quantity of crops to sustain his ever-dwindling supply of food.
Relationships: He used to know his parents, until the age of 13 years when they were settling in the land of Southsward. He now only knows the vermin that plague the lands, and a distant voice in his dreams who calls out to him.
