Post by Wren on Oct 19, 2008 17:12:12 GMT -5
Name: Icefang
Nicknames: Tal, Friend to Adders, Devilspawn
Age: 40 seasons (I’m surprised he’s lasted that long)
Gender: Male
Species: Long-tailed Weasel
Marital Status: Heck no, women would probably wig out when they saw him with all his snake buds.
Occupation and Home: No real occupation, except that he gambles for money, steals when he’s at a place where there is no gambling, and he’s mostly a wanderer. However, he is now seeking a permanent home at the abandoned Brockhall...
Skills: No particular mighty skills, except that he’s decent with the sword and dagger... and you really don’t want to mess with him. Read history for further information on that.
Weaknesses: No friends. At least not of his own species or any species other than his snakes. That might change though. He’s getting better at negotiation and at tempting fellow vermin to follow their greed.
Alignment: Villain. Possible ally to Saylo or possible rival? Time will tell.
Appearance: Icefang’s particular breed of weasel changes between a summer gold-brown coat and a winter pure white. The exact name for this breed changes between stoat and ermine, depending on the season, but we’ll stick with weasel. He has black eyes and nose and a black tail-tip at all seasons. Even in summer he has a white “bridle” underjaw. He is quick on his feet, amazingly fast. He’s a hunter, after all. He generally wears leather long-sleeved light armor at all times, just in case. And when he feels threatened he’ll even don a bit of chainmail he stole many years ago.
Personality: Never trust anyone, especially a weasel. Especially a weasel with a slight uneducated accent. And especially never trust a weasel flanked by snakes. He is friend to snakes, not just adders, and has always been able to convince them not to kill him. One day they might turn on him but Icefang is actually rather smart and he can lead the snakes in on a good ambush. Icefang is greedy, he wants power and money. It’s a bit late in life perhaps for him to start on such an ambition, but for the last many years he’s been gathering himself an army. Now he goes to make his home and from there he hopes to make himself a position of power. Capture a few woodlanders, order them around, and should they refuse there are always plenty of hungry snakes.
History:
Tal Icefang, or just Icefang as he’s better known now, was born to a family of six. His older brothers picked on him, which is typical for weasel families to do. Nothing particularly harmful in all honesty. But Tal didn’t like it. He held deep, deepening grudges, kept fighting back, kept losing. Some of the faintest scars on his muzzle are from those days.
It was a fine time for him, though. He and his brothers were learning to use the sword and spear and to march in ranks, along with several other boys of weasels, stoats, and ferrets.
That’s all on the side, though. I’ll skim through the early facts and focus on Icefang’s first pivotal point: He met an adder. He stumbled across the snake on accident, when Tal was chasing after one of his brothers in a desperate but futile attempt for revenge. He tripped, fell, and kept falling. The ground had given way and he landed in a snake’s den.
The two sized each other up. Tal was shaking with fear, the adder gave a reptilian grin. But it didn’t bite, nor attack the young weasel.
What happened down there isn’t clear, but it is clear that communication went underway, and after about an hour Tal left unharmed, leaving the snake unharmed. A week later, Tal’s brother died—the one Tal had been chasing after. He’d taken an adder bite to his neck and shoulder. A few days further and Tal got in a fight with a stoat, lost of course. Yet the stoat was found also fallen, bruises around his body as though he’d been crushed and strangle marks around his neck. Adders don’t kill by strangling, generally. So apparently, Tal must have gained a few more friends.
Friend to the adders, that’s what he became. No one ever quite figured it out. I don’t think they wanted to. What good would it do them to accuse the runt weasel? He’d likely kill them as well with his growing army of snakes.
Fortunately for all, one day Tal Icefang disappeared. No one asked why or where to; they didn’t care so long as he was gone. As it turned out, Icefang went out with his new friends in search of yet more. That’s what he’s been doing for years, building himself an army of snakes. But moreso he’s been traveling and instead of always letting the snakes to the dirty work, he fought back and forced himself to learn the way of the sword and dagger. He traveled mostly along the coast where there were plenty of rowdy port towns.
More recently Icefang has heard of another place. In Mossflower woods, an old ancient tree under which is a labyrinth sort of home where snakes have moved in. He and his friends go there now.
Nicknames: Tal, Friend to Adders, Devilspawn
Age: 40 seasons (I’m surprised he’s lasted that long)
Gender: Male
Species: Long-tailed Weasel
Marital Status: Heck no, women would probably wig out when they saw him with all his snake buds.
Occupation and Home: No real occupation, except that he gambles for money, steals when he’s at a place where there is no gambling, and he’s mostly a wanderer. However, he is now seeking a permanent home at the abandoned Brockhall...
Skills: No particular mighty skills, except that he’s decent with the sword and dagger... and you really don’t want to mess with him. Read history for further information on that.
Weaknesses: No friends. At least not of his own species or any species other than his snakes. That might change though. He’s getting better at negotiation and at tempting fellow vermin to follow their greed.
Alignment: Villain. Possible ally to Saylo or possible rival? Time will tell.
Appearance: Icefang’s particular breed of weasel changes between a summer gold-brown coat and a winter pure white. The exact name for this breed changes between stoat and ermine, depending on the season, but we’ll stick with weasel. He has black eyes and nose and a black tail-tip at all seasons. Even in summer he has a white “bridle” underjaw. He is quick on his feet, amazingly fast. He’s a hunter, after all. He generally wears leather long-sleeved light armor at all times, just in case. And when he feels threatened he’ll even don a bit of chainmail he stole many years ago.
Personality: Never trust anyone, especially a weasel. Especially a weasel with a slight uneducated accent. And especially never trust a weasel flanked by snakes. He is friend to snakes, not just adders, and has always been able to convince them not to kill him. One day they might turn on him but Icefang is actually rather smart and he can lead the snakes in on a good ambush. Icefang is greedy, he wants power and money. It’s a bit late in life perhaps for him to start on such an ambition, but for the last many years he’s been gathering himself an army. Now he goes to make his home and from there he hopes to make himself a position of power. Capture a few woodlanders, order them around, and should they refuse there are always plenty of hungry snakes.
History:
Tal Icefang, or just Icefang as he’s better known now, was born to a family of six. His older brothers picked on him, which is typical for weasel families to do. Nothing particularly harmful in all honesty. But Tal didn’t like it. He held deep, deepening grudges, kept fighting back, kept losing. Some of the faintest scars on his muzzle are from those days.
It was a fine time for him, though. He and his brothers were learning to use the sword and spear and to march in ranks, along with several other boys of weasels, stoats, and ferrets.
That’s all on the side, though. I’ll skim through the early facts and focus on Icefang’s first pivotal point: He met an adder. He stumbled across the snake on accident, when Tal was chasing after one of his brothers in a desperate but futile attempt for revenge. He tripped, fell, and kept falling. The ground had given way and he landed in a snake’s den.
The two sized each other up. Tal was shaking with fear, the adder gave a reptilian grin. But it didn’t bite, nor attack the young weasel.
What happened down there isn’t clear, but it is clear that communication went underway, and after about an hour Tal left unharmed, leaving the snake unharmed. A week later, Tal’s brother died—the one Tal had been chasing after. He’d taken an adder bite to his neck and shoulder. A few days further and Tal got in a fight with a stoat, lost of course. Yet the stoat was found also fallen, bruises around his body as though he’d been crushed and strangle marks around his neck. Adders don’t kill by strangling, generally. So apparently, Tal must have gained a few more friends.
Friend to the adders, that’s what he became. No one ever quite figured it out. I don’t think they wanted to. What good would it do them to accuse the runt weasel? He’d likely kill them as well with his growing army of snakes.
Fortunately for all, one day Tal Icefang disappeared. No one asked why or where to; they didn’t care so long as he was gone. As it turned out, Icefang went out with his new friends in search of yet more. That’s what he’s been doing for years, building himself an army of snakes. But moreso he’s been traveling and instead of always letting the snakes to the dirty work, he fought back and forced himself to learn the way of the sword and dagger. He traveled mostly along the coast where there were plenty of rowdy port towns.
More recently Icefang has heard of another place. In Mossflower woods, an old ancient tree under which is a labyrinth sort of home where snakes have moved in. He and his friends go there now.