Kiev Clawbright
Apr 29, 2016 22:32:52 GMT -5
Post by wolfking on Apr 29, 2016 22:32:52 GMT -5
Full Name: Kiev Clawbright
*Nick Name(s):Key (to friends) , Harp whiskers, Stumpy tail, Scaredy cat, Cowardy Clawbright etc etc
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 17 ish human years
Species: Wild cat
Appearance: A scruffy tawny wildcat with bright gold eyes and a somewhat lanky, scrawny stature.
Personality: Kiev is soft through and through; soft hearted and gently spoken, with a quick wit and a love for learning. He has an unending patience for reading and often loses himself to it - spending days and nights pouring through texts and pausing only to replace his candle. He was once an heir to a clan, and has all the airs of nobility, even if the members of his family were little better than crude warmongers. He is unused to asking for things, expecting them to arrive so he might focus on what he wishes with barely a care. Because of this, he might seem a little rude or uncaring, but it is more an unthinking naievety than any true malice. When focussed on others, Kiev is kind and generous, and would make for an excellent and patient teacher.
He is a little bit of a ‘scaredy cat’ more prone to running away than standing and fighting, but this is probably due in part to the brutality he witnessed during his youth. He also developed a more stone cold persona, to help him deal with such things; in times of extreme duress or pain, he may effectively shut himself off from emotional connection and react to things in only logical and planned ways. Perhaps a tiny glint of the old wild cat steel, this emotional disconnect and subsequent coldness in his personality only comes out when he is pushed - such as when his sister chopped off half his tail, or weathering the tirades of his often angry father.
Ultimately, Kiev is hungry for a place where he can simply set himself down and read in company that has similar goals and ideals. Any kind of validation or affirmation makes him sputter and blush because of years of being overlooked and undervalued. He is quite naive to way the world works in some ways, because of the sheltered life he lived behind fortresses walls, and would be easy to manipulate or deceive.
Allies: Any beast who he comes across that shows him kindness.
Enemies: His family whom he left behind, and probably any vermin I suppose though he’s not much one for judging a book by its cover.
Strengths: His book learning - expansive knowledge of history, a good memory for stories, songs and poems, and even maps. He’s quite clever theoretically and has good penmanship.
Weakness: Is very very bad at singing. Wants to be very good at singing. Do not encourage him he WILL start caterwauling immediately. Other than that, his inability to set his plans and clever ideas fully in motion - he’s very passive, and won’t do much of anything till he’s prodded to it. He only left home when he was given no other option. He’s quite timid and takes a while to work up the courage and muster to do much of anything - even if it would help him.
*Goal: doesn't really have one as of yet.. Getting into redwall.
Background: Kiev was always the runt of his litter. His younger siblings were rowdy and rough, strong and lean and well suited to battle. Kiev himself had always preferred the library to the training grounds, and he poured through the scrolls and ancient texts in his father’s fortress, taking interest only in recitations of historical victories to point out extraneous facts or a slight exaggeration of a conqueror's might. He loves histories and literature, stories of all kinds and music and poems as well. His instrument of choice is the harp, mostly because it was the only one he ever encountered. It was a dusty old thing, once abandoned in a long forgotten room of his family’s fortress. He used to practice on it, till one time his brother tailed him, found his purpose their and told their father. The harp was dragged into the courtyard, and chopped into firewood, as Kiev was forced to watch. Slivers of the magnificent wood chopped and smashed beyond repair were bound together to make a practice sword, as a mocking gift and a sharp reminder to the heir of clan Clawbright. Kiev has never used it in true battle or training, but couldn’t quite bring himself to throw it away; a thing he had once used to create music, broken into a tool for practicing brutality - it was a harsh reminder of the values of his family, and the beast they expected him to become. He was never the family favourite; but as the first born son he was in line to inherit everything; fort, clan lands and the bloodthirsty horde of vermin bound to his father’s will, intent on regaining their honour and status as the terror of Mossflower.
On his most recent name day, his sister challenged him for his position as heir. His father allowed, and emphatically encouraged the battle, so there was no way Kiev could politely bow out. With shaking paw Kiev took the only sword he owned - the practice piece made from the old harp, and entered the ring. The battle was over in less than a minute. In a fit of rage over disarming her eldest sibling so easily and without a true battle, Kiev’s sister sliced off half his tail. She spat at his, hissing how she was ‘ashamed to share his blood’ and he walk from the circle shamed and beaten. Exiled and embarrassed but still very much alive, Kiev left the ring refusing to cry out or complain of his injury. He bound up his stub tail with the best healing lore he knew, gathered what texts he found most interesting or valuable, and left his clan that very night. Within the old room where he had found the first harp, had been another secret treasure, perhaps left by minstrels who had once been kept and enslaved to play battle tunes for their feline overlords, and a secret he had guarded jealously for such an occasion. A small travelling harp once used for practice for the larger instrument, and now his sole companion.
Armed with a wooden sword made of splinters, a small harp on his back, and a travel sack full of books instead of any provisions, Kiev had stumbled his way to where he thought he might find Redwall (a place he had read a great deal about, though his texts may have been a little biased) to see if the good beasts there might take him in and shelter him.
*Quirks: Plays his harp as he walks often, his literally no understanding of how to survive in the wilderness, does not work well on an empty stomach. Has a penchant for fish and seafood.
*Weapons: Wooden practice sword made from a harp, though he barely knows how to hold it let alone wield it. In a pinch, his fangs and claws perhaps, but he’s more a timid gentle beast than a practiced fighter.
*Other things that may be important: I’m super open to other beast’s having heard of Kiev already - or if anyone has a Wild cat character and wanted to make them distantly related/having heard of ‘Cowardly Clawbright’ before I’d be super down with it! Just swing me a message, if you’re interested.
His little half moon glasses are most useful when he's reading, but he can see decently enough without them - there just for smaller texts.
*Nick Name(s):Key (to friends) , Harp whiskers, Stumpy tail, Scaredy cat, Cowardy Clawbright etc etc
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 17 ish human years
Species: Wild cat
Appearance: A scruffy tawny wildcat with bright gold eyes and a somewhat lanky, scrawny stature.
Personality: Kiev is soft through and through; soft hearted and gently spoken, with a quick wit and a love for learning. He has an unending patience for reading and often loses himself to it - spending days and nights pouring through texts and pausing only to replace his candle. He was once an heir to a clan, and has all the airs of nobility, even if the members of his family were little better than crude warmongers. He is unused to asking for things, expecting them to arrive so he might focus on what he wishes with barely a care. Because of this, he might seem a little rude or uncaring, but it is more an unthinking naievety than any true malice. When focussed on others, Kiev is kind and generous, and would make for an excellent and patient teacher.
He is a little bit of a ‘scaredy cat’ more prone to running away than standing and fighting, but this is probably due in part to the brutality he witnessed during his youth. He also developed a more stone cold persona, to help him deal with such things; in times of extreme duress or pain, he may effectively shut himself off from emotional connection and react to things in only logical and planned ways. Perhaps a tiny glint of the old wild cat steel, this emotional disconnect and subsequent coldness in his personality only comes out when he is pushed - such as when his sister chopped off half his tail, or weathering the tirades of his often angry father.
Ultimately, Kiev is hungry for a place where he can simply set himself down and read in company that has similar goals and ideals. Any kind of validation or affirmation makes him sputter and blush because of years of being overlooked and undervalued. He is quite naive to way the world works in some ways, because of the sheltered life he lived behind fortresses walls, and would be easy to manipulate or deceive.
Allies: Any beast who he comes across that shows him kindness.
Enemies: His family whom he left behind, and probably any vermin I suppose though he’s not much one for judging a book by its cover.
Strengths: His book learning - expansive knowledge of history, a good memory for stories, songs and poems, and even maps. He’s quite clever theoretically and has good penmanship.
Weakness: Is very very bad at singing. Wants to be very good at singing. Do not encourage him he WILL start caterwauling immediately. Other than that, his inability to set his plans and clever ideas fully in motion - he’s very passive, and won’t do much of anything till he’s prodded to it. He only left home when he was given no other option. He’s quite timid and takes a while to work up the courage and muster to do much of anything - even if it would help him.
*Goal: doesn't really have one as of yet.. Getting into redwall.
Background: Kiev was always the runt of his litter. His younger siblings were rowdy and rough, strong and lean and well suited to battle. Kiev himself had always preferred the library to the training grounds, and he poured through the scrolls and ancient texts in his father’s fortress, taking interest only in recitations of historical victories to point out extraneous facts or a slight exaggeration of a conqueror's might. He loves histories and literature, stories of all kinds and music and poems as well. His instrument of choice is the harp, mostly because it was the only one he ever encountered. It was a dusty old thing, once abandoned in a long forgotten room of his family’s fortress. He used to practice on it, till one time his brother tailed him, found his purpose their and told their father. The harp was dragged into the courtyard, and chopped into firewood, as Kiev was forced to watch. Slivers of the magnificent wood chopped and smashed beyond repair were bound together to make a practice sword, as a mocking gift and a sharp reminder to the heir of clan Clawbright. Kiev has never used it in true battle or training, but couldn’t quite bring himself to throw it away; a thing he had once used to create music, broken into a tool for practicing brutality - it was a harsh reminder of the values of his family, and the beast they expected him to become. He was never the family favourite; but as the first born son he was in line to inherit everything; fort, clan lands and the bloodthirsty horde of vermin bound to his father’s will, intent on regaining their honour and status as the terror of Mossflower.
On his most recent name day, his sister challenged him for his position as heir. His father allowed, and emphatically encouraged the battle, so there was no way Kiev could politely bow out. With shaking paw Kiev took the only sword he owned - the practice piece made from the old harp, and entered the ring. The battle was over in less than a minute. In a fit of rage over disarming her eldest sibling so easily and without a true battle, Kiev’s sister sliced off half his tail. She spat at his, hissing how she was ‘ashamed to share his blood’ and he walk from the circle shamed and beaten. Exiled and embarrassed but still very much alive, Kiev left the ring refusing to cry out or complain of his injury. He bound up his stub tail with the best healing lore he knew, gathered what texts he found most interesting or valuable, and left his clan that very night. Within the old room where he had found the first harp, had been another secret treasure, perhaps left by minstrels who had once been kept and enslaved to play battle tunes for their feline overlords, and a secret he had guarded jealously for such an occasion. A small travelling harp once used for practice for the larger instrument, and now his sole companion.
Armed with a wooden sword made of splinters, a small harp on his back, and a travel sack full of books instead of any provisions, Kiev had stumbled his way to where he thought he might find Redwall (a place he had read a great deal about, though his texts may have been a little biased) to see if the good beasts there might take him in and shelter him.
*Quirks: Plays his harp as he walks often, his literally no understanding of how to survive in the wilderness, does not work well on an empty stomach. Has a penchant for fish and seafood.
*Weapons: Wooden practice sword made from a harp, though he barely knows how to hold it let alone wield it. In a pinch, his fangs and claws perhaps, but he’s more a timid gentle beast than a practiced fighter.
*Other things that may be important: I’m super open to other beast’s having heard of Kiev already - or if anyone has a Wild cat character and wanted to make them distantly related/having heard of ‘Cowardly Clawbright’ before I’d be super down with it! Just swing me a message, if you’re interested.
His little half moon glasses are most useful when he's reading, but he can see decently enough without them - there just for smaller texts.
bye!
