Post by Rakingclaw on Jul 15, 2009 12:45:12 GMT -5
Name- Rith Greysong Blackmane Redeye StormCrow
Age- 30
Birth Date- October 31st
Gender-Male
Species- Black Squirrel
Occupation and Home- Mercenary, None
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
Appearance- Rith is five and a half feet tall with a bulky build of thick ropey muscle and a bullish neck. Corded arms and legs like tree trunks sit buried under his thick coat of wiry black fur. His eyes are a deep crimson black, almost color of dried blood. Long crusted stripes of bright blue woad line his black fur, wile his face has one side completely cover with the same paste. His front teeth have been filed to needle points and a multitude of vicious pink scars crisscross his head and torso. The fur on his head and down his back is spiked strait up with bee’s wax, giving him a crown of spiky black hair and only adding to his already fearsome appearance. He wears nothing save a leather codpiece, twin clawed steel gauntlets and a sheath strapped across his back for holding his flamberge.
Personality- Rith despises weakness and fear, as he has never been plagued by ether and cannot understand them. His life motto is "Might Makes Right." and he will never bow to another beast unless they have beaten him in battle or some test of strength. He fights like the possessed never surrendering never backing down no matter the foe or the size of the enemy forces. He loves the thrill of battle, the coppery smell of blood, the rush one gets from taking a life. These are his music, his hobbies it is these that give him purpose and direction in his otherwise chaotic life. He is blunt and brutally honest, never lying not because he thinks it is wrong but because he thinks it to be an escape from punishment and a weakness of the fearful. To him nothing is ever to impossible, to tell him that something cant be done is akin to hiring a group of beasts to complete the task as he will not stop until it is finished. He is a loyal friend and fierce enemy, never forgetting kindness or on the same token a evil act. He is extremely protective of mammalian dubbins and would give him life to save one almost no matter the circumstance. However he has an extreme almost ferocious in its action; hatred for all cold blooded beasts (Snakes, Toads, Salamanders, Lizards, Etc...) and no matter their age or state will kill them on sight without mercy or pause.
Strengths:
• He is immensely strong, and fleet of foot
• His sense of smell is very acute, as is his eye sight
• He possesses tremendous strength of will and personal courage bordering on suicidal.
• He wields his flamburge with deadly skill and is proficient in all manner of melee weaponry as well as his own claws and teeth.
Character Weaknesses:
• When in his Bloodwrath he loses all control and becomes a berserk beast attacking all around him.
• He has no sense of discipline or patience.
• He is a leaden sledge hammer; concepts like subterfuge he views as cowardly and will not partake in them.
• He wears no armor relying on his speed to save his skin.
Weaponry- He carries a Huge Flamburge, a long bladed hunting knife and a pair of clawed steel gauntlets.
Parents- (Father) Ener Blackmane (Deceased), (Mother) Sani GreySong (Deceased)
Siblings- (Sister) Meda Greysong Blackmane (status unknown)
Other Relationships- none
History: Rith was born in the wilds of the northern mountains to the Hakandi, a semi nomadic tribe of warrior squirrels. His father, the leader of the tribe saw in his crimson eyes at birth the greatness of a warrior born not trained and raised him in the tribe’s berserk way of combat. By allowing their Bloodwrath to take over and using it rather then letting it control them. They become raging titans on the field of battle defeating foes sometimes double their number. It was in this manner of combat that Rith was raised, to never show pain or weakness, to never surrender, or bow in service to another beast, unless they themselves prove their strength over you. To never show mercy, regret or cowardice, that death in battle is the greatest service any beast can do for its tribe. And it was in this manner of combat that Rith excelled, surpassing all the other squirrels in the tribe in strength, speed, and blade skill by his eighteenth season. In a effort to escape a rather brutal winter in the mountains, the Hakandi moved deep into Mossflower finding themselves in the warm and wet swamps that resided in its northern borders. They had not been there for more then a week when they began being attacked by waves of newts, salamanders, toads and lizards. Fighting like cowards these cold blooded beasts would attack amass then fade back into the swamps after only minutes of fighting. This tactic alone would not have defeated the military might of the tribe, but this combined with poisoned weapons ad constant unending attack did and they were slowly killed off one by one or forced into servitude. This went on for months until the Hakandi that remained staged a revolt many were killed and Rith was knocked unconscious. When he awoke he found all his remaining tribe dead including his father and mother, but his sister was no where to be found amongst the dead. From that point on he dedicated his life to two goals first finding her alive or dead, and second the killing of all cold blooded creatures, and to these goals he travels Mossflower.
RP Example- The night was hot and sticky in the toadlands. The full moon glowed brightly like a silver disc in the blackness of night, penetrating the small gaps in the trees and adding some much needed light to the swampy earth. The air was heavy with the stink of the bogs and Rith Greysong Blackmane Redeye Stormcrow was in the thickest part of it. Waist deep in the sludgy muck Rith moved like a wrath in the shadowy swamp, his great blade held above his head as he moved. "Toadies, oooo Toadies!" Rith growled under his breath "Where ya be? Ole Rith be lookin fer ya!" Suddenly his ears caught a sound, not a loud noise but enough "I KNOW YE BE OUT THAR!!" Rith roared "DONT MAKE MEH COME AND FIND YE!!" With his challange six tident armed toads slipped from their hiding places and into his view "There ye be mah pritties lets git dis 'ere fight goin shal weh!" The biggest of the six smiled evily and motioned to one of the others behind him. The toad reached behind the tree it was hiding from and pulled out a mouse babe bound and gagged. The toad leader turned back and barked at Rith "CROAK NO YOU UP GIVE OR ME KILL MOUSIE CROAK!! Riths eyes slowly turned a deep crimson and his teeth began to chatter "TAKTAKTAKTAKTAKTAKTAK" The toads looked at each other worriedly and the leader barked again "ME SAY GIVE UP!! YOU GIVE UP OR ME KILL!!" Rith offerd no reply save his warcy "TAKTAKTAKTAKTAKTAK!!" and charged. His hand flew to his belt and with a swift flick of his wrist threw his knife into the chest of the toad guarding the mouse. The beast fell to the ground its tongue lolling out of of its cold slimy lips. The toad leader with a massive leap, sprang toward Rith his trident poised to skewer Black Squirrel. Rith slapped the trident aside with the back of his gauntlet and with his other tore off the creatures face leaving it to die blinded and bleeding. Gripping his gigantic blade with both paws he waided into combat with the four remaining toads. The battle was short and swift, the two that engaded Rith first were swiftly cut down their torsos split like wood from an axe strike. The two others were more wairy and worked together, they lasted a long time...almost two minutes. Rith yaked his knife free from the dead toads corpse and after whiping it off on his fur slid it back into its sheath. He lifted the mouse babe into his arms and pulled off the gag and bindings. "Where ya be hailin from lil lad?" he asked his eyes having regained their normal black color. "Rrrredwall Abbey sir.." the little dubbin squeaked. "Wul then et seems ole Rith wul 'ave tah take you back there then dont et!" Rith smiled "Now climb on me back lad an lets get outta this stinkhole!"
Age- 30
Birth Date- October 31st
Gender-Male
Species- Black Squirrel
Occupation and Home- Mercenary, None
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
Appearance- Rith is five and a half feet tall with a bulky build of thick ropey muscle and a bullish neck. Corded arms and legs like tree trunks sit buried under his thick coat of wiry black fur. His eyes are a deep crimson black, almost color of dried blood. Long crusted stripes of bright blue woad line his black fur, wile his face has one side completely cover with the same paste. His front teeth have been filed to needle points and a multitude of vicious pink scars crisscross his head and torso. The fur on his head and down his back is spiked strait up with bee’s wax, giving him a crown of spiky black hair and only adding to his already fearsome appearance. He wears nothing save a leather codpiece, twin clawed steel gauntlets and a sheath strapped across his back for holding his flamberge.
Personality- Rith despises weakness and fear, as he has never been plagued by ether and cannot understand them. His life motto is "Might Makes Right." and he will never bow to another beast unless they have beaten him in battle or some test of strength. He fights like the possessed never surrendering never backing down no matter the foe or the size of the enemy forces. He loves the thrill of battle, the coppery smell of blood, the rush one gets from taking a life. These are his music, his hobbies it is these that give him purpose and direction in his otherwise chaotic life. He is blunt and brutally honest, never lying not because he thinks it is wrong but because he thinks it to be an escape from punishment and a weakness of the fearful. To him nothing is ever to impossible, to tell him that something cant be done is akin to hiring a group of beasts to complete the task as he will not stop until it is finished. He is a loyal friend and fierce enemy, never forgetting kindness or on the same token a evil act. He is extremely protective of mammalian dubbins and would give him life to save one almost no matter the circumstance. However he has an extreme almost ferocious in its action; hatred for all cold blooded beasts (Snakes, Toads, Salamanders, Lizards, Etc...) and no matter their age or state will kill them on sight without mercy or pause.
Strengths:
• He is immensely strong, and fleet of foot
• His sense of smell is very acute, as is his eye sight
• He possesses tremendous strength of will and personal courage bordering on suicidal.
• He wields his flamburge with deadly skill and is proficient in all manner of melee weaponry as well as his own claws and teeth.
Character Weaknesses:
• When in his Bloodwrath he loses all control and becomes a berserk beast attacking all around him.
• He has no sense of discipline or patience.
• He is a leaden sledge hammer; concepts like subterfuge he views as cowardly and will not partake in them.
• He wears no armor relying on his speed to save his skin.
Weaponry- He carries a Huge Flamburge, a long bladed hunting knife and a pair of clawed steel gauntlets.
Parents- (Father) Ener Blackmane (Deceased), (Mother) Sani GreySong (Deceased)
Siblings- (Sister) Meda Greysong Blackmane (status unknown)
Other Relationships- none
History: Rith was born in the wilds of the northern mountains to the Hakandi, a semi nomadic tribe of warrior squirrels. His father, the leader of the tribe saw in his crimson eyes at birth the greatness of a warrior born not trained and raised him in the tribe’s berserk way of combat. By allowing their Bloodwrath to take over and using it rather then letting it control them. They become raging titans on the field of battle defeating foes sometimes double their number. It was in this manner of combat that Rith was raised, to never show pain or weakness, to never surrender, or bow in service to another beast, unless they themselves prove their strength over you. To never show mercy, regret or cowardice, that death in battle is the greatest service any beast can do for its tribe. And it was in this manner of combat that Rith excelled, surpassing all the other squirrels in the tribe in strength, speed, and blade skill by his eighteenth season. In a effort to escape a rather brutal winter in the mountains, the Hakandi moved deep into Mossflower finding themselves in the warm and wet swamps that resided in its northern borders. They had not been there for more then a week when they began being attacked by waves of newts, salamanders, toads and lizards. Fighting like cowards these cold blooded beasts would attack amass then fade back into the swamps after only minutes of fighting. This tactic alone would not have defeated the military might of the tribe, but this combined with poisoned weapons ad constant unending attack did and they were slowly killed off one by one or forced into servitude. This went on for months until the Hakandi that remained staged a revolt many were killed and Rith was knocked unconscious. When he awoke he found all his remaining tribe dead including his father and mother, but his sister was no where to be found amongst the dead. From that point on he dedicated his life to two goals first finding her alive or dead, and second the killing of all cold blooded creatures, and to these goals he travels Mossflower.
RP Example- The night was hot and sticky in the toadlands. The full moon glowed brightly like a silver disc in the blackness of night, penetrating the small gaps in the trees and adding some much needed light to the swampy earth. The air was heavy with the stink of the bogs and Rith Greysong Blackmane Redeye Stormcrow was in the thickest part of it. Waist deep in the sludgy muck Rith moved like a wrath in the shadowy swamp, his great blade held above his head as he moved. "Toadies, oooo Toadies!" Rith growled under his breath "Where ya be? Ole Rith be lookin fer ya!" Suddenly his ears caught a sound, not a loud noise but enough "I KNOW YE BE OUT THAR!!" Rith roared "DONT MAKE MEH COME AND FIND YE!!" With his challange six tident armed toads slipped from their hiding places and into his view "There ye be mah pritties lets git dis 'ere fight goin shal weh!" The biggest of the six smiled evily and motioned to one of the others behind him. The toad reached behind the tree it was hiding from and pulled out a mouse babe bound and gagged. The toad leader turned back and barked at Rith "CROAK NO YOU UP GIVE OR ME KILL MOUSIE CROAK!! Riths eyes slowly turned a deep crimson and his teeth began to chatter "TAKTAKTAKTAKTAKTAKTAK" The toads looked at each other worriedly and the leader barked again "ME SAY GIVE UP!! YOU GIVE UP OR ME KILL!!" Rith offerd no reply save his warcy "TAKTAKTAKTAKTAKTAK!!" and charged. His hand flew to his belt and with a swift flick of his wrist threw his knife into the chest of the toad guarding the mouse. The beast fell to the ground its tongue lolling out of of its cold slimy lips. The toad leader with a massive leap, sprang toward Rith his trident poised to skewer Black Squirrel. Rith slapped the trident aside with the back of his gauntlet and with his other tore off the creatures face leaving it to die blinded and bleeding. Gripping his gigantic blade with both paws he waided into combat with the four remaining toads. The battle was short and swift, the two that engaded Rith first were swiftly cut down their torsos split like wood from an axe strike. The two others were more wairy and worked together, they lasted a long time...almost two minutes. Rith yaked his knife free from the dead toads corpse and after whiping it off on his fur slid it back into its sheath. He lifted the mouse babe into his arms and pulled off the gag and bindings. "Where ya be hailin from lil lad?" he asked his eyes having regained their normal black color. "Rrrredwall Abbey sir.." the little dubbin squeaked. "Wul then et seems ole Rith wul 'ave tah take you back there then dont et!" Rith smiled "Now climb on me back lad an lets get outta this stinkhole!"
