Abbot Whittle
Oct 2, 2015 15:02:58 GMT -5
Post by Constable 216D on Oct 2, 2015 15:02:58 GMT -5
Full Name/Title: Abbot Whittle
Nickname: Whit, used only by close friends (most likely Mildred and Cornelius)
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: Elderly, perhaps mid to late 80s in human years
Species: Eurasian harvest mouse
Appearance: Bent by the weight of his years, Abbot Whittle stands yet shorter than the average member of Foremole's crew. His once soft golden fur is now frizzy and white, with tinges of his faded orange coat only dusting the area directly around his nose. Abbot Whittle gave up on changing in and out of the deep green habit of the Abbey seasons ago; he opts instead to wear a long lavender robe, girded about the middle with a silver cord. It is by his own preference that he goes about bare-pawed. He manages to get around Redwall with the aid of a stout birch staff, a gift from one of his beloved Redwallers. Every morning without fail Abbot Whittle stops to bow his greyed head before the tapestry of Martin, offering the warrior a moment of respect before beginning the new day. Abbot Whittle is completely blind.
Personality: Fatherly, loving, and gentler than a summer breeze, Abbot Whittle cares deeply for every creature at Redwall. He considers himself blessed to be able to rely on the honest and hardworking creatures of the Abbey; it is because of his wise, intelligent direction that business as usual at Redwall runs smoothly, without issue or error. He depends upon his good friends to help him keep abreast of things at Redwall though, with special emphasis upon Cornelius the badgerdad and Mildred the Recorder, without whom Abbot Whittle would feel deeply lost. While the responsibilities of his Abbotship are an honor to fulfill, Abbot Whittle is burdened by his irreversible age and the increasing sense of urgency he feels in regards to finding somebeast to become Abbot or Abbess in his stead. The total loss of his sight in a previous season spurned these feelings to fruition, but Abbot Whittle hesitates to make his choice because he is waiting for Martin to give him some indication of who to choose. The interplay between waiting on Martin and trying to ward off the sudden feelings of dread that creep unexpectedly over him is taking its toll on the Abbot, who seems to be seeking solitude more and more as the days go by.
Allies: Redwallers, any who seek shelter within Redwall/recognize the authority of the Abbot or Abbess, all "goodbeasts".
Enemies: Anybeast who threatens the lives and safety of Redwall and its creatures.
Strengths: Humility, ability to communicate and direct, extensive knowledge of Mossflower Wood, empathetic counsellor.
Weaknesses: Very poor short term memory, physical and visual limitations, extremely uncomfortable with even the thought of violence, very eager to please.
Goal: To identify his successor before his inklings of ill tidings come to pass.
Background: Abbot Whittle was born and raised in Redwall. In his younger seasons, he was a rover and seeker of knowledge, exploring Mossflower Wood and its secrets. He returned to the Abbey in its time of need and was named Father Abbot by his successor. Proud to be able to call the Abbey home, he has watched over Redwall and its creatures for many seasons, content to seek Martin's will. This state of perceived reverie has been rudely tramped upon by feelings of dread and foreboding, which have recently begun to set upon him when he finds himself most enjoying the beauty and simple bliss of Redwall life. He has yet to understand the source of these inner tidings.
Weapons: His sharp and tasteful wit.
Nickname: Whit, used only by close friends (most likely Mildred and Cornelius)
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: Elderly, perhaps mid to late 80s in human years
Species: Eurasian harvest mouse
Appearance: Bent by the weight of his years, Abbot Whittle stands yet shorter than the average member of Foremole's crew. His once soft golden fur is now frizzy and white, with tinges of his faded orange coat only dusting the area directly around his nose. Abbot Whittle gave up on changing in and out of the deep green habit of the Abbey seasons ago; he opts instead to wear a long lavender robe, girded about the middle with a silver cord. It is by his own preference that he goes about bare-pawed. He manages to get around Redwall with the aid of a stout birch staff, a gift from one of his beloved Redwallers. Every morning without fail Abbot Whittle stops to bow his greyed head before the tapestry of Martin, offering the warrior a moment of respect before beginning the new day. Abbot Whittle is completely blind.
Personality: Fatherly, loving, and gentler than a summer breeze, Abbot Whittle cares deeply for every creature at Redwall. He considers himself blessed to be able to rely on the honest and hardworking creatures of the Abbey; it is because of his wise, intelligent direction that business as usual at Redwall runs smoothly, without issue or error. He depends upon his good friends to help him keep abreast of things at Redwall though, with special emphasis upon Cornelius the badgerdad and Mildred the Recorder, without whom Abbot Whittle would feel deeply lost. While the responsibilities of his Abbotship are an honor to fulfill, Abbot Whittle is burdened by his irreversible age and the increasing sense of urgency he feels in regards to finding somebeast to become Abbot or Abbess in his stead. The total loss of his sight in a previous season spurned these feelings to fruition, but Abbot Whittle hesitates to make his choice because he is waiting for Martin to give him some indication of who to choose. The interplay between waiting on Martin and trying to ward off the sudden feelings of dread that creep unexpectedly over him is taking its toll on the Abbot, who seems to be seeking solitude more and more as the days go by.
Allies: Redwallers, any who seek shelter within Redwall/recognize the authority of the Abbot or Abbess, all "goodbeasts".
Enemies: Anybeast who threatens the lives and safety of Redwall and its creatures.
Strengths: Humility, ability to communicate and direct, extensive knowledge of Mossflower Wood, empathetic counsellor.
Weaknesses: Very poor short term memory, physical and visual limitations, extremely uncomfortable with even the thought of violence, very eager to please.
Goal: To identify his successor before his inklings of ill tidings come to pass.
Background: Abbot Whittle was born and raised in Redwall. In his younger seasons, he was a rover and seeker of knowledge, exploring Mossflower Wood and its secrets. He returned to the Abbey in its time of need and was named Father Abbot by his successor. Proud to be able to call the Abbey home, he has watched over Redwall and its creatures for many seasons, content to seek Martin's will. This state of perceived reverie has been rudely tramped upon by feelings of dread and foreboding, which have recently begun to set upon him when he finds himself most enjoying the beauty and simple bliss of Redwall life. He has yet to understand the source of these inner tidings.
Weapons: His sharp and tasteful wit.
bye!
