Post by dara on Oct 23, 2015 16:46:16 GMT -5
Full Name: Maple
*Nick Name(s): Unknown at the moment, but they like "Silt" and will use it as their name unless someone gives them another one.
Gender: Transgender (F/M)
Pronouns: Them/they
Age: Pretty young; mayhaps about sixteen but looks much younger.
Species: Sable
Appearance: Very short, so a lot of others mistake them for a small child and think they're weaker than they are. Their fur is a dark brown, almost black colour asides from the underneath of their tail, which is lighter in colour and only visible when they lift it. Despite their dark colour there's a pale yellow colour about their ruff which is usually hidden by whatever attire they seem to be wearing at the moment (such as a band, or darkened with coal), as to not attract attention to themselves.
Their eyes are really what give their name away, for they are the colour of a dark syrup that has yet to be boiled down or processed into packaging.
What they wear usually is the same colour as their fur, depending on the situation. Usually a belt with a pouch to carry a few objects in that suit their need.
Personality: Their voice is like a whisper in the wind, so it can be hard to hear them at the best of times. They don't seem to speak much to people they distrust, but upon meeting someone trustworthy it can be a bit hard to stop them from talking, though they speak in whispers for the most part. Though their main form of communication seems to be writing (this doesn't seem to work well with most of the hordes, considering they might not be able to read) and small social cues such as a tail wag or an ear flick.
Even though Silt may seem mean and untalkative for the most part, underneath they have a heart of gold and really only want to help others out despite the war that rages on around them.
Allies: Whoever they meet; they're not too picky
Enemies: TBA
Strengths: Very calm and able to keep a cool head in terrifying situations. Whether there's an army to face or a simple task such as cooking, Silt will never falter in trying their best at least. They're decent at tracking and scouting out locations that others miss by rushing into a situations. Also very skilled at knowing which herbs to use for healing and through trial and error is fairly decent at the process. Also has a good attention for detail and can be seen sitting surrounded by many plants and pieces of paper they've nabbed from someplace or another.
Weakness: They can't cook very well (though their greatest achievement that they'll probably never make again is griddle cakes) and become antsy whenever someone thinks they're a girl and refers to them by female pronouns. Though their writing skills are second to none if you were to ask Silt to draw out what they needed you to get, all you would get is squiggled lines (they have no artistic ability, though they have practiced many a time). Also have somewhat of a spotty memory when it comes to faces/names and will "name" the one they meet through certain quirks they've seen them do/certain facial features, ect.
*Goal: To get the hell out of this hellhole, and live a happier life somewhere else (Maybe this..Redwall place or Salamandastron)
Background: No one really knows; they simply just showed up one day and like a ghost, started to help Garkuls group with no real purpose. More than likely used for recon missions or simply to scout because of their dark coat and picked up tracking as a result.
*Quirks: Fidgets when excited, which doesn't seem to be too often. Is very good with social cues and can tell when someone needs them. If deep in thought their tongue pokes out, which is surprisingly pink despite their dark exterior.
*Weapons: Fangs, claws, paws/feet and a very small dagger they keep for "emergencies".
*Other things that may be important: Others may think they're a traitor for having no morales, but they simply just go with the flow.
A huge WIP
*Nick Name(s): Unknown at the moment, but they like "Silt" and will use it as their name unless someone gives them another one.
Gender: Transgender (F/M)
Pronouns: Them/they
Age: Pretty young; mayhaps about sixteen but looks much younger.
Species: Sable
Appearance: Very short, so a lot of others mistake them for a small child and think they're weaker than they are. Their fur is a dark brown, almost black colour asides from the underneath of their tail, which is lighter in colour and only visible when they lift it. Despite their dark colour there's a pale yellow colour about their ruff which is usually hidden by whatever attire they seem to be wearing at the moment (such as a band, or darkened with coal), as to not attract attention to themselves.
Their eyes are really what give their name away, for they are the colour of a dark syrup that has yet to be boiled down or processed into packaging.
What they wear usually is the same colour as their fur, depending on the situation. Usually a belt with a pouch to carry a few objects in that suit their need.
Personality: Their voice is like a whisper in the wind, so it can be hard to hear them at the best of times. They don't seem to speak much to people they distrust, but upon meeting someone trustworthy it can be a bit hard to stop them from talking, though they speak in whispers for the most part. Though their main form of communication seems to be writing (this doesn't seem to work well with most of the hordes, considering they might not be able to read) and small social cues such as a tail wag or an ear flick.
Even though Silt may seem mean and untalkative for the most part, underneath they have a heart of gold and really only want to help others out despite the war that rages on around them.
Allies: Whoever they meet; they're not too picky
Enemies: TBA
Strengths: Very calm and able to keep a cool head in terrifying situations. Whether there's an army to face or a simple task such as cooking, Silt will never falter in trying their best at least. They're decent at tracking and scouting out locations that others miss by rushing into a situations. Also very skilled at knowing which herbs to use for healing and through trial and error is fairly decent at the process. Also has a good attention for detail and can be seen sitting surrounded by many plants and pieces of paper they've nabbed from someplace or another.
Weakness: They can't cook very well (though their greatest achievement that they'll probably never make again is griddle cakes) and become antsy whenever someone thinks they're a girl and refers to them by female pronouns. Though their writing skills are second to none if you were to ask Silt to draw out what they needed you to get, all you would get is squiggled lines (they have no artistic ability, though they have practiced many a time). Also have somewhat of a spotty memory when it comes to faces/names and will "name" the one they meet through certain quirks they've seen them do/certain facial features, ect.
*Goal: To get the hell out of this hellhole, and live a happier life somewhere else (Maybe this..Redwall place or Salamandastron)
Background: No one really knows; they simply just showed up one day and like a ghost, started to help Garkuls group with no real purpose. More than likely used for recon missions or simply to scout because of their dark coat and picked up tracking as a result.
*Quirks: Fidgets when excited, which doesn't seem to be too often. Is very good with social cues and can tell when someone needs them. If deep in thought their tongue pokes out, which is surprisingly pink despite their dark exterior.
*Weapons: Fangs, claws, paws/feet and a very small dagger they keep for "emergencies".
*Other things that may be important: Others may think they're a traitor for having no morales, but they simply just go with the flow.
A huge WIP
bye!
