Post by Wolf Fenrir Helix on Nov 23, 2008 20:31:53 GMT -5
Name: Isold Gabriele Wilda, also called by her nickname of “Irma”
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Ferret
Marital Status: Single, but had a crush on her former warlady leader some years ago (Purplestreak)
Position and Home: Warlady, the open road
Strengths: Capable melee fighter, leads by example, bold, and an effective commander.
Weaknesses: Leads by example (Hey, if you lead from the front, you make yourself a potential pincushion), tends to commit her entire force to a fight, doesn’t strategize plans too well, and can make threats/boasts she is unable to follow through with, thus losing face with her own force.
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Appearance: Not the usual brown of a ferret, Isold is a pale white, not harsh, but enough to see her fur isn’t grey. However, she does also have a red birthmark over her left eye which extends to her left ear in the shape of a tick-mark (A.K.A. a Checkmark). She normally covers this little detail up with thin gauze bandages, giving the appearance that she’s blind in that eye, while still being able to see out of them. Her eyes are rather unremarkable however, being of a dark grey in colour. Her long headfur is tied up in an intricate bun, as seen by some female beasts from a place she had seen before. (Re: Chinese buns, only without the little cap on them)
Clothing-wise, she wears an accumulation of several different environment-specific outfits; loose fitting, long-sleeved sand-coloured tunic from the deserts, long, thick cloak from the north, semi-thin yet warm trousers from the forests, and footwear from lands beyond the sands of the east.
Weapons-wise, she has weapons that are common to each of the places she visited; A Meteor Hammer (Metal weights at either end of a chain See here for more info) from the lands beyond the sands, A large War Hammer from the north, Twelve knives of various curvatures from the deserts, and a plain straight sword from the forests. Her sword hangs off a plain sword belt at her waist, while the knives spread over her body; four hanging off her belt at her hips, one at the back of her waist, two in each sleeve of her tunic and the other three on a bandoleer across her chest, the War Hammer is slung across her back along with her Meteor Hammer.
Personality: Most words fail to describe Isold, but those that do include “Sadist” and “Machoist”. To put it simply, she likes giving out as much pain as she receives, in the cruellest ways she has time for. She’ll willingly let herself be hurt to respond in kind to the aggressor, just to feel the excruciating agonies involved with pain. That’s just one of three aspects of her personality, another is her sheer determination to succeed in everything she can do, be it leading, fighting, etc. The final aspect is her softer side, the side that actually proves she’s not a male trapped in a female’s body; Her loving side. The one that yearns again for the warlady with the streak of purple in her headfur… The one that wants nothing more than the warm, soft embrace of another beast…
History: (Ugh… Creativity gone… So I’ll put in a filler history for now… Full version will be when I have muse again)
Born to a family of ferrets in one of the many hordes the North, Isold quickly earned her name’s meaning of “Ice rule” as she grew up. When she turned eighteen, she left the horde that had been her whole life until then, aiming to strike out on her own and forge a new horde… She succeeded for a few years until she was approached by a numerically superior force led by an arctic fox vixen who was just three years her junior. The vixen offered her a choice; join her horde… Or die. Naturally, she accepted the offer, and for two years was a high-ranking officer in the horde of the fearsome Purplestreak Sharpsword. This also prompted her crush on her leader, given the attraction and allure of power that the warlady had. After the vixen’s apparent death, she took to wandering the lands, gaining soldiers in her new horde as she went. For seven years she travelled the lands, acquiring clothing, weapons, and soldiers from the lands she has seen. Currently, she has entered mossflower and has set her sights on the biggest prize of all; the legendary, unconquerable treasure; Redwall Abbey.
Codeword Martin the Warrior
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Ferret
Marital Status: Single, but had a crush on her former warlady leader some years ago (Purplestreak)
Position and Home: Warlady, the open road
Strengths: Capable melee fighter, leads by example, bold, and an effective commander.
Weaknesses: Leads by example (Hey, if you lead from the front, you make yourself a potential pincushion), tends to commit her entire force to a fight, doesn’t strategize plans too well, and can make threats/boasts she is unable to follow through with, thus losing face with her own force.
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Appearance: Not the usual brown of a ferret, Isold is a pale white, not harsh, but enough to see her fur isn’t grey. However, she does also have a red birthmark over her left eye which extends to her left ear in the shape of a tick-mark (A.K.A. a Checkmark). She normally covers this little detail up with thin gauze bandages, giving the appearance that she’s blind in that eye, while still being able to see out of them. Her eyes are rather unremarkable however, being of a dark grey in colour. Her long headfur is tied up in an intricate bun, as seen by some female beasts from a place she had seen before. (Re: Chinese buns, only without the little cap on them)
Clothing-wise, she wears an accumulation of several different environment-specific outfits; loose fitting, long-sleeved sand-coloured tunic from the deserts, long, thick cloak from the north, semi-thin yet warm trousers from the forests, and footwear from lands beyond the sands of the east.
Weapons-wise, she has weapons that are common to each of the places she visited; A Meteor Hammer (Metal weights at either end of a chain See here for more info) from the lands beyond the sands, A large War Hammer from the north, Twelve knives of various curvatures from the deserts, and a plain straight sword from the forests. Her sword hangs off a plain sword belt at her waist, while the knives spread over her body; four hanging off her belt at her hips, one at the back of her waist, two in each sleeve of her tunic and the other three on a bandoleer across her chest, the War Hammer is slung across her back along with her Meteor Hammer.
Personality: Most words fail to describe Isold, but those that do include “Sadist” and “Machoist”. To put it simply, she likes giving out as much pain as she receives, in the cruellest ways she has time for. She’ll willingly let herself be hurt to respond in kind to the aggressor, just to feel the excruciating agonies involved with pain. That’s just one of three aspects of her personality, another is her sheer determination to succeed in everything she can do, be it leading, fighting, etc. The final aspect is her softer side, the side that actually proves she’s not a male trapped in a female’s body; Her loving side. The one that yearns again for the warlady with the streak of purple in her headfur… The one that wants nothing more than the warm, soft embrace of another beast…
History: (Ugh… Creativity gone… So I’ll put in a filler history for now… Full version will be when I have muse again)
Born to a family of ferrets in one of the many hordes the North, Isold quickly earned her name’s meaning of “Ice rule” as she grew up. When she turned eighteen, she left the horde that had been her whole life until then, aiming to strike out on her own and forge a new horde… She succeeded for a few years until she was approached by a numerically superior force led by an arctic fox vixen who was just three years her junior. The vixen offered her a choice; join her horde… Or die. Naturally, she accepted the offer, and for two years was a high-ranking officer in the horde of the fearsome Purplestreak Sharpsword. This also prompted her crush on her leader, given the attraction and allure of power that the warlady had. After the vixen’s apparent death, she took to wandering the lands, gaining soldiers in her new horde as she went. For seven years she travelled the lands, acquiring clothing, weapons, and soldiers from the lands she has seen. Currently, she has entered mossflower and has set her sights on the biggest prize of all; the legendary, unconquerable treasure; Redwall Abbey.
Codeword Martin the Warrior
