Post by Zyntac Tataroo on Oct 21, 2008 15:29:39 GMT -5
Name: Zyntec Tataroo
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Species: Wolverine/Badger Hybrid
Marital Status: Single
Position and Home: Warlord; Wanderer
Strengths:
-Size: Due to Zyntec’s massive size, he is very hard to take down in a fight and his weight makes it easy to break blades, snap branches, and squash things. And that includes other characters.
-Strength: Zyntec’s nearly impossible to best in a sword fight or boxing fight. He is very skilled, raised in a fighting family, born in one as well. He likes to kill things, which goes without saying.
Weaknesses:
-Slow: Due to Zyntec being the size he is, he is very slow. Strong but slow. He can’t outrun anything, period, and he also cannot run or sprint at all. Not that he ever wanted to.
-Clumsy: To put it straight, he is very loud when walking. He breaks twigs, crunches leaves, smashes tree trunks-your typical careless vermin type. He’s only going to be quiet when he’s dead, and let’s face it. Killing him is not going to come easy.
-Bows: He can’t fire a bow. He can’t hold a bow. And he can’t put an arrow onto a bow. He is hopeless with bows. Hopeless. Good at facing bowbeasts, but horrible at firing the bows.
Allignment: Um...EVIL!
Appearance: Zyntec is a massive beast, nearly seven or so feet due to his origins. His head is completely brown-furred, with a rim of black surrounding his eyes and a black muzzle. His eyes are neon green, teeth long as dagger blades and sharp enough to bite through a tree limb with little effort, white-yellow with crimson tinges. His huge, sturdy, well muscled black furred arms could lift a half-grown badger into the air with little effort. His chest and shoulders are also strong, but thin ribs show through the black-brown fur. His huge footpaws create large tracks in the dirt, snow, or sand where he walks, and the long ugly hooked claws that are six on every one of his four paws are deadly, sharp, and have claimed more than five-hundred lives, mostly of goodbeasts, some from enemy hordes, and a few, about thirty, from his own massive horde of seven hundred beasts he calls the Darkness. In both massive paws he holds his large broadsword, which doubles as a hand and a half sword, with a huge black blade and the same for the wooden gem-studded hilt.
Personality: Zyntec is a ruthless murderer, and hates, and I mean hates, the mountain of Salamandastron. His life’s ambition has been to take over the mountain, but now another vermin army has attacked it, he’s targeting the other thing he hates: the legendary Abbey of Redwall. He can seem nice at times, but then will kill or injure if a creature has disobeyed his orders or done something he doesn’t like.
History:
‘Zyntec! Sit...down!’
Zyntec’s mother, the large female badger Vek Tataroo, scolded the young cub as Zyntec threw a banana in a random direction. Most unluckily, the fruit was peeled, and it splattered in Vek’s face, squarely on her nose. The badger let out a soft growl and picked Zyntec up by the neck fur, placing him at his place at table as his father, the wolverine Mavik Tataroo, who was a goodbeast, pushed a plate containing a mushroom and gravy pastie and salad in front of his nose, along with a vial of strawberry cordial.
Zyntec stared at the food for a moment, then sent it flying onto the ground with a sweep of his paw. The plate shattered into at least ten pieces, and Zyntec hopped onto the table, running its full length and sending silverware, plates, cordials, wines, and food flying onto the ground, splattering and smashing and spilling drink onto the soft green and yellow grass. A fox that was sitting close by, a male, screamed in agony as Zyntec’s paws sent two forks into his neck. Blood bubbled out across the table and the fox fell back limp and dead.
A vixen fox screeched and pointed at Zyntec with a mottled silver-red paw then stood up and knocked him to the ground by flinging an unusually hard scone at the badger cub’s head. ‘Thought you’d kill my mate, eh, Zyntec?’ She picked him up by a paw and sent him flying into a tree. ‘Well, I now declare you outcast! Leave us now, Zyntec!’
Zyntec stood up, eyes red with anger, and pointed a paw at the vixen. For the first time in his life, the cub spoke using a level voice. ‘I will come back for you, fox, and make you wish you had never been born.’ Zyntec picked up a fallen knife and hurled it. The blade entered his father’s head, and the wolverine slumped backwards. Retrieving the weapon, Zyntec fled.
Years later Zyntec returned a fully grown male with the knife he had used to kill his father, a hand and a half broadsword, and an army of vermin one thousand strong at his back. He murdered his mother and the vixen fox he had sworn revenge on, then he and his army destroyed the homes of the two hundred beasts he had used to call friends. Now he roams freely, killing, plundering, slaying whatever is in his way. Even now, with a mighty horde at his back, Zyntec is alone.
Codeword: Martin the Warrior
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Species: Wolverine/Badger Hybrid
Marital Status: Single
Position and Home: Warlord; Wanderer
Strengths:
-Size: Due to Zyntec’s massive size, he is very hard to take down in a fight and his weight makes it easy to break blades, snap branches, and squash things. And that includes other characters.
-Strength: Zyntec’s nearly impossible to best in a sword fight or boxing fight. He is very skilled, raised in a fighting family, born in one as well. He likes to kill things, which goes without saying.
Weaknesses:
-Slow: Due to Zyntec being the size he is, he is very slow. Strong but slow. He can’t outrun anything, period, and he also cannot run or sprint at all. Not that he ever wanted to.
-Clumsy: To put it straight, he is very loud when walking. He breaks twigs, crunches leaves, smashes tree trunks-your typical careless vermin type. He’s only going to be quiet when he’s dead, and let’s face it. Killing him is not going to come easy.
-Bows: He can’t fire a bow. He can’t hold a bow. And he can’t put an arrow onto a bow. He is hopeless with bows. Hopeless. Good at facing bowbeasts, but horrible at firing the bows.
Allignment: Um...EVIL!
Appearance: Zyntec is a massive beast, nearly seven or so feet due to his origins. His head is completely brown-furred, with a rim of black surrounding his eyes and a black muzzle. His eyes are neon green, teeth long as dagger blades and sharp enough to bite through a tree limb with little effort, white-yellow with crimson tinges. His huge, sturdy, well muscled black furred arms could lift a half-grown badger into the air with little effort. His chest and shoulders are also strong, but thin ribs show through the black-brown fur. His huge footpaws create large tracks in the dirt, snow, or sand where he walks, and the long ugly hooked claws that are six on every one of his four paws are deadly, sharp, and have claimed more than five-hundred lives, mostly of goodbeasts, some from enemy hordes, and a few, about thirty, from his own massive horde of seven hundred beasts he calls the Darkness. In both massive paws he holds his large broadsword, which doubles as a hand and a half sword, with a huge black blade and the same for the wooden gem-studded hilt.
Personality: Zyntec is a ruthless murderer, and hates, and I mean hates, the mountain of Salamandastron. His life’s ambition has been to take over the mountain, but now another vermin army has attacked it, he’s targeting the other thing he hates: the legendary Abbey of Redwall. He can seem nice at times, but then will kill or injure if a creature has disobeyed his orders or done something he doesn’t like.
History:
‘Zyntec! Sit...down!’
Zyntec’s mother, the large female badger Vek Tataroo, scolded the young cub as Zyntec threw a banana in a random direction. Most unluckily, the fruit was peeled, and it splattered in Vek’s face, squarely on her nose. The badger let out a soft growl and picked Zyntec up by the neck fur, placing him at his place at table as his father, the wolverine Mavik Tataroo, who was a goodbeast, pushed a plate containing a mushroom and gravy pastie and salad in front of his nose, along with a vial of strawberry cordial.
Zyntec stared at the food for a moment, then sent it flying onto the ground with a sweep of his paw. The plate shattered into at least ten pieces, and Zyntec hopped onto the table, running its full length and sending silverware, plates, cordials, wines, and food flying onto the ground, splattering and smashing and spilling drink onto the soft green and yellow grass. A fox that was sitting close by, a male, screamed in agony as Zyntec’s paws sent two forks into his neck. Blood bubbled out across the table and the fox fell back limp and dead.
A vixen fox screeched and pointed at Zyntec with a mottled silver-red paw then stood up and knocked him to the ground by flinging an unusually hard scone at the badger cub’s head. ‘Thought you’d kill my mate, eh, Zyntec?’ She picked him up by a paw and sent him flying into a tree. ‘Well, I now declare you outcast! Leave us now, Zyntec!’
Zyntec stood up, eyes red with anger, and pointed a paw at the vixen. For the first time in his life, the cub spoke using a level voice. ‘I will come back for you, fox, and make you wish you had never been born.’ Zyntec picked up a fallen knife and hurled it. The blade entered his father’s head, and the wolverine slumped backwards. Retrieving the weapon, Zyntec fled.
Years later Zyntec returned a fully grown male with the knife he had used to kill his father, a hand and a half broadsword, and an army of vermin one thousand strong at his back. He murdered his mother and the vixen fox he had sworn revenge on, then he and his army destroyed the homes of the two hundred beasts he had used to call friends. Now he roams freely, killing, plundering, slaying whatever is in his way. Even now, with a mighty horde at his back, Zyntec is alone.
Codeword: Martin the Warrior
-- could you tell me how that's possible?
