Post by Nvera Woodleaf on Feb 15, 2009 20:00:03 GMT -5
Here is the deal. I am sick of those oh-look-there's-a-mouse-let's-go-and-kill-it warlords. So here's a much stranger warlord in appearence and nature. Oh, and in history as well. Enjoy!
-Zakura
Name: Nvera (Kracken) Woodleaf
Age: 24 seasons
Gender: Female
Species: Timber Wolf (I have Rocky's permission)
Marital Status: Single
Position and Home: Warlord, Mossflower
Strengths:
Decisions; Being the careful beast she is, Nvera is prone to putting a great amount of strategy into any given plan; thus her reputation as a strong warlord. Nvera is a great general and specializes in extremely effective tactics, such as poisoning, assassination, movements designed to eliminate an entire force in a matter of minutes, etc. Her army follows her based on her smart decisions rather than fear. Being loyal to her has great rewards.
Intelligence; If you asked Redwall, they'd probably say that all of the warlords that tried unsucessfully to capture it were too stupid to realize leaving them alone was a good plan. If you keep your ears open, you've probably heard that the Redwallers-simple woodland beasts armed with knives, forks, slings, and s p oons-have triumphed against large vermin hordes wielding Sharp Pointy Objects, wearing armor, and having skill on their side. The reason for this is quite simple actually-vermin don't use their heads, and Redwallers do. Nvera uses her head all the time with planning and intelligence, and has a blueprint of Redwall Abbey in her head, always planning good ways to get at it.
Weaknesses:
Killing; You know how every warlord walking around these days is into oh-my-gosh-there's-a-goodbeast-let's-kill-it-for-fun? Nvera is one of those few actually dangerous warlords out there and she doesn't kill when she feels like it. She kills when in a war or in danger, and doesn't make a beast suffer because it's 'fun', she rather kills them right away. She usually uses her hordebeasts to do the dirty work, and lets them have their fun, because it makes her feel sick when a creature is being tortured whether it is by her army or another beast.
Deep Water; Nvera has a slight fear of deep water, and so she gets slightly nervous when she is near a river, sea, lake, or stream. However, she is fine with being close to shallower water and will go swimming in deeper water when she has tested it by watching her two personal guard hordebeasts, the black fox Falcon Ivyblade and the brownish-golden furred weasel called Kelp Deadeye, named for his sightless milky eye that he has had for a while, go swimming.
Alignment: Evil
Appearance:
Nvera has eyes as cold as ice, but at the same time as hot as fire, a dull amber color with flecks of gray. She has streaks of black at the corner of her eyes and a red pattern decorating her dusty gray ears, tattooed on with ink and a needle. A thin strip of armor was welded onto the top part of her muzzle, only exposing a scarred, gashed black nose. Her long, reddish-pink tongue caressed sharp, off-white fangs, some stained slightly red, two in the back of her mouth black and rotten. Long, seemingly gelled spikes of gray-white fur stuck out in spikes from the back of her ears, her whiskers dirty and coarse. A green ivy-like pattern curled around her eyes, giving her a strangely deadly appearence, even though she was relatively docile by nature.
Each arm was gray-brown and covered in thick fur, and each had another ivy tattoo, blue this time, curling around in circles, permanently imprinted into her skin. Each paw wielded a different blade, the left a long yew pole with a scythe blade attached to it with a length of rope and stabbed into the pole sharply, leaving a long gash in the aged wood. The blade was slightly rusted and bloodstained, but the wolf held on to it as a priceless treasure. The other paw clasped a cutlass, aged and battle scarred. A few of the claws on each paw were clipped short, but still reasonably sharp and pointed.
Her chest was strongly muscled and gray furred, usually covered by a plate of armor that hid the few scars she had recieved owing to her lack of defense in her earlier years. Her armor was covered with a gray pelt from a now dead fox in her army, making it look like she was not wearing armor. An enemy would attack that spot, leaving her an opening to stab it with her sword or scythe.
Personality:
History:
Codeword: Martin the Warrior
-Zakura
Name: Nvera (Kracken) Woodleaf
Age: 24 seasons
Gender: Female
Species: Timber Wolf (I have Rocky's permission)
Marital Status: Single
Position and Home: Warlord, Mossflower
Strengths:
Decisions; Being the careful beast she is, Nvera is prone to putting a great amount of strategy into any given plan; thus her reputation as a strong warlord. Nvera is a great general and specializes in extremely effective tactics, such as poisoning, assassination, movements designed to eliminate an entire force in a matter of minutes, etc. Her army follows her based on her smart decisions rather than fear. Being loyal to her has great rewards.
Intelligence; If you asked Redwall, they'd probably say that all of the warlords that tried unsucessfully to capture it were too stupid to realize leaving them alone was a good plan. If you keep your ears open, you've probably heard that the Redwallers-simple woodland beasts armed with knives, forks, slings, and s p oons-have triumphed against large vermin hordes wielding Sharp Pointy Objects, wearing armor, and having skill on their side. The reason for this is quite simple actually-vermin don't use their heads, and Redwallers do. Nvera uses her head all the time with planning and intelligence, and has a blueprint of Redwall Abbey in her head, always planning good ways to get at it.
Weaknesses:
Killing; You know how every warlord walking around these days is into oh-my-gosh-there's-a-goodbeast-let's-kill-it-for-fun? Nvera is one of those few actually dangerous warlords out there and she doesn't kill when she feels like it. She kills when in a war or in danger, and doesn't make a beast suffer because it's 'fun', she rather kills them right away. She usually uses her hordebeasts to do the dirty work, and lets them have their fun, because it makes her feel sick when a creature is being tortured whether it is by her army or another beast.
Deep Water; Nvera has a slight fear of deep water, and so she gets slightly nervous when she is near a river, sea, lake, or stream. However, she is fine with being close to shallower water and will go swimming in deeper water when she has tested it by watching her two personal guard hordebeasts, the black fox Falcon Ivyblade and the brownish-golden furred weasel called Kelp Deadeye, named for his sightless milky eye that he has had for a while, go swimming.
Alignment: Evil
Appearance:
Nvera has eyes as cold as ice, but at the same time as hot as fire, a dull amber color with flecks of gray. She has streaks of black at the corner of her eyes and a red pattern decorating her dusty gray ears, tattooed on with ink and a needle. A thin strip of armor was welded onto the top part of her muzzle, only exposing a scarred, gashed black nose. Her long, reddish-pink tongue caressed sharp, off-white fangs, some stained slightly red, two in the back of her mouth black and rotten. Long, seemingly gelled spikes of gray-white fur stuck out in spikes from the back of her ears, her whiskers dirty and coarse. A green ivy-like pattern curled around her eyes, giving her a strangely deadly appearence, even though she was relatively docile by nature.
Each arm was gray-brown and covered in thick fur, and each had another ivy tattoo, blue this time, curling around in circles, permanently imprinted into her skin. Each paw wielded a different blade, the left a long yew pole with a scythe blade attached to it with a length of rope and stabbed into the pole sharply, leaving a long gash in the aged wood. The blade was slightly rusted and bloodstained, but the wolf held on to it as a priceless treasure. The other paw clasped a cutlass, aged and battle scarred. A few of the claws on each paw were clipped short, but still reasonably sharp and pointed.
Her chest was strongly muscled and gray furred, usually covered by a plate of armor that hid the few scars she had recieved owing to her lack of defense in her earlier years. Her armor was covered with a gray pelt from a now dead fox in her army, making it look like she was not wearing armor. An enemy would attack that spot, leaving her an opening to stab it with her sword or scythe.
Personality:
History:
Codeword: Martin the Warrior