Post by Rakingclaw on Jul 15, 2009 12:46:31 GMT -5
Name- Shingles “Cappy” Maclugash (formerly Gering Maclugash)
Age- 51
Birth Date- March 17th
Gender-Male
Species- Red Squirrel
Occupation and Home- Former Chief Guard of the Squirrel King and Queen, Mossflower
Alignment- Chaotic Good
Appearance- Shingles is quite tall for a squirrel standing five feet tall and the shoulder, with a coat of fiery reddish brown fur that covers him from his snout to the tip of his tail and white-cream coloring on his chest and belly. He is big, a bigness of large heavy bone, thick ropey tendon and rippling muscle rather then flesh. He has a strong cleft lip, with his long yellow front tooth pushing out between the two flaps of skin. The right side of his face is a mass of pinkish scar tissue, completely covering his eye, leaving one ear simply an open hole and going down as far as his jaw line. He has heavy broad shoulders and a wide barrel chest, ending in two thick muscular limbs. He has a short nose and whiskers with large eyes that carry a flat ferocious stare, rarely showing any sign of humor or merriment. He walks in a slow methodical way as if plotting every step, with the alertness of a trained warrior. His chest and back are also covered in angry masses of scars; long white and pinks lines that tear through his crimson fur leaving bare hairless patches scattered throughout. He wears a dark green vest over a jerkin of ring mail. A black tabard and cape then drape over both and are cinched to his waist by a heavy leather belt.
Personality-- Driven, Methodical, Systematic, Honorable and Disciplined these are words to describe Shingles. Born to a long military line, he has been raised to know, do, and accept his duty without question. In this he thoroughly excels, and he expects the same from all of his soldiers. There is no room in his mind for failure or weakness as his duty to the Squrrel King and Queen Takes precedent over relationships, sleep, even his own life. He is hard, tactical and a beast of few words, but yet he does on occasion show a softer side and has been known to crack a joke out of the blue, flooring his surrounding officers. He speaks in a deep bass voice with a slight lisp due to his deformity. His laugh is loud and booming filling even the largest of rooms. He is a consummate pessimist believing whole heartedly in the motto “hope for the best and plan for the worst”. With this in mind he constantly trains himself and his troops pushing the limits of their mental and physical exhaustion every day, knowing that the time will come when their way of life will hang on every second of preparation they have.
He is grim and fearless having looked death in the face on many occasions. When asked why he is so brave in the face of terrible odds he simply says “Won ‘ole Jack Ketch beh smileun at ye all ye cun do is beh smileun back.” Due to his subsequent banishment he wanders the forest of Mossflower a broken beast. Having lost all he knew he searches in vain for some validation of his life, as he devoted everything he was to the King and was cast aside like a rotten fruit. He still does hope to one day return and rescue the Queen from her imprisonment but for now he is to self pitying to try.
Strengths:
• Excellent Axe fighter and brawler.
• Possesses a brilliant tactical mind, and is an excellent leader.
• Above average Strength and Endurance for the squirrel race.
• Possesses near perfect aim with his throwing axes or hunting knife.
Weaknesses:
• He face is horribly scarred and has lost his right eye and some hearing on his right side.
• He is pessimistic and very untrusting of non Squirrels.
• He is hard and uncompromising in battle and with others rarely making any sort of long term relationships.
• He is nearing old age and is looking for some validation of his life causing him to drink excessively and fight more often.
Weaponry- A Valaška (Valaška is a light axe with a long straight wooden shaft, with a metal butt, The small metal head-piece is sharp on one side while the other side is flat and can be used as a hammer. The head-piece is formed to fit comfortably into hand so the Valaška could be used as a walking stick) of masterwork quality that has been in his family for generations, four throwing axes and a long bladed hunting knife on his belt.
Parents-Shamish Maclugash (Father, Deceased), Murran Macdugal (Mother Deceased)
Siblings-None
Other Relationships- None
History-Born the only surviving child in a line of Chief Guards of the squirrel king and queen , Shingles had to fight for every inch in his life. Due to his deformity the title was set to go to his cousin Durtan who was about the same age, but the boy was fat and lazy and Shingles surpassed him quickly in strength and skill. He rose rapidly in the Squirrel ranks attaining the rank of Captain at the age of twenty three. His father who had remained distant and cold his whole life, finally saw his son for what he was. And set to teach him all he knew, with the amassed knowledge of ten generation of great warriors nothing could stop Shingle’s rise to power.
His father died at the old age of fifty nine from a long bout of pneumonia, and Shingles was appointed Chief Guard of the king and queen. He immediately begin hardening his army into the fighting force they are now, sending them out on regular excursions to clear the surrounding area of vermin. It was in such an excursion that Shingles lost his eye and ruined his face. Shingles was leading a group of thirty of his most elite warriors on a training exercise when they were ambushed by a mob of vermin, led by a monster of a Wolf. Although out numbered three to one Shingles’s forces triumphed but not without harm, fifteen of his best lay dead on the field and he himself almost died. For in the last moments of battle he met the Wolf in single combat and despite the sheer ferocity and power of the beast’s attacks he managed to score several deep hits even sheering off a chunk of the it’s nose. But with a roar that tore the sky the wolf slammed his massive paw down and shattered Shingles’s shield, and ripping across his face. With mighty thrust bore of desperation Shingles drove his knife into the beast’s lung and sent it fleeing into the wilderness, its remaining horde hot on its heels.
He was taken back to the squirrel kingdom were he recovered and in a ceremony praising his bravery, his name came to pass, the two sides after four ties to add either Shingles (As they are tough and can weather any storm) or Cappy (Making fun of his rank) to his name decided on both so Gering Maclugash became Shingles “Cappy” Maclugash Chief Guard to the Squrrel King and Queen.
Where he has continued to lead and would have till the end of his days. However, now as he approaches old age and having served the Squirrel King and Queen of Southsward for more then a decade, begins to doubt their rule. The king is growing more and more senile and fat by the day and his mistress is the true power behind the throne. She keeps the queen locked away and under guard with help from other greedy members of the royal court. His frustration with his inability to do anything for her drove him to speak out publicly against the Mistress. So the King in his senility and under the mistresses goading of trechery banished him from the kingdom. So now after many months of perilous journey he reached the forests of Mossfower where he now wanders looking for some validation to his life of service, some sign to regain his trust in truth and honor.
RP Example- Shingles walked through the stoney halls of Castle Floret his thoughts deep and full of gloom. "Tah 'ell wit da poxyed 'ore!!" he groweld under his breath "Uppin da taxes soh she cun line 'er pockets!!" he balled one of his paws into a fit and punched the stone wall next to him. Pain exploded from his wrist up though his arm, he gritted his teeth and continued on down the hallway his paw throbbing all the way.
Age- 51
Birth Date- March 17th
Gender-Male
Species- Red Squirrel
Occupation and Home- Former Chief Guard of the Squirrel King and Queen, Mossflower
Alignment- Chaotic Good
Appearance- Shingles is quite tall for a squirrel standing five feet tall and the shoulder, with a coat of fiery reddish brown fur that covers him from his snout to the tip of his tail and white-cream coloring on his chest and belly. He is big, a bigness of large heavy bone, thick ropey tendon and rippling muscle rather then flesh. He has a strong cleft lip, with his long yellow front tooth pushing out between the two flaps of skin. The right side of his face is a mass of pinkish scar tissue, completely covering his eye, leaving one ear simply an open hole and going down as far as his jaw line. He has heavy broad shoulders and a wide barrel chest, ending in two thick muscular limbs. He has a short nose and whiskers with large eyes that carry a flat ferocious stare, rarely showing any sign of humor or merriment. He walks in a slow methodical way as if plotting every step, with the alertness of a trained warrior. His chest and back are also covered in angry masses of scars; long white and pinks lines that tear through his crimson fur leaving bare hairless patches scattered throughout. He wears a dark green vest over a jerkin of ring mail. A black tabard and cape then drape over both and are cinched to his waist by a heavy leather belt.
Personality-- Driven, Methodical, Systematic, Honorable and Disciplined these are words to describe Shingles. Born to a long military line, he has been raised to know, do, and accept his duty without question. In this he thoroughly excels, and he expects the same from all of his soldiers. There is no room in his mind for failure or weakness as his duty to the Squrrel King and Queen Takes precedent over relationships, sleep, even his own life. He is hard, tactical and a beast of few words, but yet he does on occasion show a softer side and has been known to crack a joke out of the blue, flooring his surrounding officers. He speaks in a deep bass voice with a slight lisp due to his deformity. His laugh is loud and booming filling even the largest of rooms. He is a consummate pessimist believing whole heartedly in the motto “hope for the best and plan for the worst”. With this in mind he constantly trains himself and his troops pushing the limits of their mental and physical exhaustion every day, knowing that the time will come when their way of life will hang on every second of preparation they have.
He is grim and fearless having looked death in the face on many occasions. When asked why he is so brave in the face of terrible odds he simply says “Won ‘ole Jack Ketch beh smileun at ye all ye cun do is beh smileun back.” Due to his subsequent banishment he wanders the forest of Mossflower a broken beast. Having lost all he knew he searches in vain for some validation of his life, as he devoted everything he was to the King and was cast aside like a rotten fruit. He still does hope to one day return and rescue the Queen from her imprisonment but for now he is to self pitying to try.
Strengths:
• Excellent Axe fighter and brawler.
• Possesses a brilliant tactical mind, and is an excellent leader.
• Above average Strength and Endurance for the squirrel race.
• Possesses near perfect aim with his throwing axes or hunting knife.
Weaknesses:
• He face is horribly scarred and has lost his right eye and some hearing on his right side.
• He is pessimistic and very untrusting of non Squirrels.
• He is hard and uncompromising in battle and with others rarely making any sort of long term relationships.
• He is nearing old age and is looking for some validation of his life causing him to drink excessively and fight more often.
Weaponry- A Valaška (Valaška is a light axe with a long straight wooden shaft, with a metal butt, The small metal head-piece is sharp on one side while the other side is flat and can be used as a hammer. The head-piece is formed to fit comfortably into hand so the Valaška could be used as a walking stick) of masterwork quality that has been in his family for generations, four throwing axes and a long bladed hunting knife on his belt.
Parents-Shamish Maclugash (Father, Deceased), Murran Macdugal (Mother Deceased)
Siblings-None
Other Relationships- None
History-Born the only surviving child in a line of Chief Guards of the squirrel king and queen , Shingles had to fight for every inch in his life. Due to his deformity the title was set to go to his cousin Durtan who was about the same age, but the boy was fat and lazy and Shingles surpassed him quickly in strength and skill. He rose rapidly in the Squirrel ranks attaining the rank of Captain at the age of twenty three. His father who had remained distant and cold his whole life, finally saw his son for what he was. And set to teach him all he knew, with the amassed knowledge of ten generation of great warriors nothing could stop Shingle’s rise to power.
His father died at the old age of fifty nine from a long bout of pneumonia, and Shingles was appointed Chief Guard of the king and queen. He immediately begin hardening his army into the fighting force they are now, sending them out on regular excursions to clear the surrounding area of vermin. It was in such an excursion that Shingles lost his eye and ruined his face. Shingles was leading a group of thirty of his most elite warriors on a training exercise when they were ambushed by a mob of vermin, led by a monster of a Wolf. Although out numbered three to one Shingles’s forces triumphed but not without harm, fifteen of his best lay dead on the field and he himself almost died. For in the last moments of battle he met the Wolf in single combat and despite the sheer ferocity and power of the beast’s attacks he managed to score several deep hits even sheering off a chunk of the it’s nose. But with a roar that tore the sky the wolf slammed his massive paw down and shattered Shingles’s shield, and ripping across his face. With mighty thrust bore of desperation Shingles drove his knife into the beast’s lung and sent it fleeing into the wilderness, its remaining horde hot on its heels.
He was taken back to the squirrel kingdom were he recovered and in a ceremony praising his bravery, his name came to pass, the two sides after four ties to add either Shingles (As they are tough and can weather any storm) or Cappy (Making fun of his rank) to his name decided on both so Gering Maclugash became Shingles “Cappy” Maclugash Chief Guard to the Squrrel King and Queen.
Where he has continued to lead and would have till the end of his days. However, now as he approaches old age and having served the Squirrel King and Queen of Southsward for more then a decade, begins to doubt their rule. The king is growing more and more senile and fat by the day and his mistress is the true power behind the throne. She keeps the queen locked away and under guard with help from other greedy members of the royal court. His frustration with his inability to do anything for her drove him to speak out publicly against the Mistress. So the King in his senility and under the mistresses goading of trechery banished him from the kingdom. So now after many months of perilous journey he reached the forests of Mossfower where he now wanders looking for some validation to his life of service, some sign to regain his trust in truth and honor.
RP Example- Shingles walked through the stoney halls of Castle Floret his thoughts deep and full of gloom. "Tah 'ell wit da poxyed 'ore!!" he groweld under his breath "Uppin da taxes soh she cun line 'er pockets!!" he balled one of his paws into a fit and punched the stone wall next to him. Pain exploded from his wrist up though his arm, he gritted his teeth and continued on down the hallway his paw throbbing all the way.
