Post by cascade on Oct 2, 2015 21:07:41 GMT -5
Full Name: Avulrill
Nick Name(s): Rill, or Avul/Avully if you wish to irritate him
Gender: Male
Pronouns: he/him
Age: 25 human years
Species: River Otter
Appearance: Avulrill is a tad on the tall side, and while he is strong, he can still pass for slender. His long, lightwieght tunic is the color of old tree bark, and just as wrinkled. It's a bit tight around his shoulders, though, inadvertently showing off his back muscles. On his wide belt is hung his sling and stone pouch. There are several small tattoos on his left bicep- an ship's steering wheel, a conch shell, and a maple leaf. He walks barepawed.
Personality: Avulrill has a sharp wit and loves to be sassy. However, he tries not to be mean and is polite to those he doesn't know too well. He's smart but isn't always the fastest thinker. A hopeless romantic and loyal to a fault, he loves making new friends and tends to assume everyone is a friend until they prove him otherwise.
Allies: Redwall
Enemies: TBD
Strengths: Physically strong, great with a sling and wrestling. Typically good swimmer for an otter. Good socially. Plays a mean fiddle.
Weakness: Sometimes has a hard time keeping his mouth shut. Loyal to a fault. Not the best of runners, especially over long distances. Rather awful at stealth. Forgets he can't swear around little ones.
Goal: TBD
Background: Born in Mossflower wood, he's traveled quite a bit but never felt compelled to leave good old Moss'. He spent a summer at Redwall with his family when he was young, and he still tries to visit every year when he's around. His parents died of old age years ago, and his little sister went wandering like he did after they passed. Unfortunately, he didn't see or hear from her again.
Quirks: Scratches his nose when confused. Embarrassed by his smile, he has a habit of covering his mouth when he laughs.
Weapons: Fists, sling. Otter javelin.
Other information: pansexual
Nick Name(s): Rill, or Avul/Avully if you wish to irritate him
Gender: Male
Pronouns: he/him
Age: 25 human years
Species: River Otter
Appearance: Avulrill is a tad on the tall side, and while he is strong, he can still pass for slender. His long, lightwieght tunic is the color of old tree bark, and just as wrinkled. It's a bit tight around his shoulders, though, inadvertently showing off his back muscles. On his wide belt is hung his sling and stone pouch. There are several small tattoos on his left bicep- an ship's steering wheel, a conch shell, and a maple leaf. He walks barepawed.
Personality: Avulrill has a sharp wit and loves to be sassy. However, he tries not to be mean and is polite to those he doesn't know too well. He's smart but isn't always the fastest thinker. A hopeless romantic and loyal to a fault, he loves making new friends and tends to assume everyone is a friend until they prove him otherwise.
Allies: Redwall
Enemies: TBD
Strengths: Physically strong, great with a sling and wrestling. Typically good swimmer for an otter. Good socially. Plays a mean fiddle.
Weakness: Sometimes has a hard time keeping his mouth shut. Loyal to a fault. Not the best of runners, especially over long distances. Rather awful at stealth. Forgets he can't swear around little ones.
Goal: TBD
Background: Born in Mossflower wood, he's traveled quite a bit but never felt compelled to leave good old Moss'. He spent a summer at Redwall with his family when he was young, and he still tries to visit every year when he's around. His parents died of old age years ago, and his little sister went wandering like he did after they passed. Unfortunately, he didn't see or hear from her again.
Quirks: Scratches his nose when confused. Embarrassed by his smile, he has a habit of covering his mouth when he laughs.
Weapons: Fists, sling. Otter javelin.
Other information: pansexual
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