Here are all of the bios sent in by active members of the PAS, where you can find out the background story or mannerisms of a particular charcter you want to know more about. They are arranged alphabetically by the writers' names, not by character names (which are, in some cases, different).
Amberdulen (Ember)
Full Name : Embershard Paxton nee Trillwind
Species : rat
Approx. Age : mid-twenties
Occupation : Now, a pirate.
Hometown : Mossflower Woods
Special Skills : Tying knots, making jewelry, leadership, lying, killing people.
Hobbies : Sightseeing, leading people on.
Likes and Dislikes : Likes strawberry daiquiris, power, sunny days, a good game of cards, power, ankle bracelets, power, beasts in power, shiny things that buy other shiny things, oh yeah and power. Dislikes smart-alecks (like repels like), poverty, beasts who think they're hot stuff, beasts who are what she can't be, fancy dresses, moral dilemmas, beasts who believe in love.
Clothing : A purple sleeveless tunic with khaki pants, leather belt w/ pouch and scabbard.
Weapon(s) Of Choice : dirk (minimal training with staff and sling, no skills with any other weapons)
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With : The smart, tricky ones who don't moralize very often.
Beast(s) That Would Be Their Enemy/ies : Anyone trying to usurp her power.
Beast(s) They Would Know But Could Care Less About : The stupid ones.
Traveling Group (if applicable) : Now, the Bloody Scarlet (pirate ship), would leave at the drop of a coin.
Relevant History : Killed her father at age 10 for the dirk she carries. Went to sea, then partnered with a fox called Alexander Aster as an assassin. He turned her in after she forced him to kill a vixen who loved him; a rat who'd fallen in love with her posted her bail; she stowed away on the next ship out of town. She joined a band of traveling foxes and learned to be a jeweler. Afterward she joined Sampetra's fleet. She recently met her brother for the first time since her father's death, and was appalled to realize he had become a goodbeast and (horrors) married a mouse. Her brother Jacob thwarted her suicide attempt, but she is still confused because her entire worldview has been challenged : that she was destined to be vermin from birth. She obtained an abandoned rat babe for her brother to adopt, so at this moment she's got an unusual weakness for the very young.
Physical Description :
-Approx. Height : notably short
-Approx. Weight : stocky
-Eye Color : brown
-Fur Color : brown
-Notable Scars/Injuries : A notch in her left ear, tatoo of an anchor on her left shoulder, and a scar across her right wrist.
-Disability/ies : Emotional cripple. Prone to mood swings. Her right foot turns in when she's too tired.
-General Physical Ability : just average
Psychological Description :
-Optimist/Pessimist? Pessimist
-Extrovert/Introvert? Introvert (except when she can benefit)
-General Alignment : evil (but questioning)
-General Intelligence : High, thwarted with hidden self-doubt and clouded by any mention of "love".
-General Attitude Towards Friends : Jovial, cheerfully insulting, and never fully honest.
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : Annoyance, unless she wants something, in which case she gets instant poise,
-Opinion Of The World : full of idiots
-Mental Endurance : Low, unless she's VERY dedicated to a cause, which she never is; most likely to just switch sides willingly.
Full Name : Catamount Sa'Furre En'Ridgewood (Nickname - Cata)
Species : wildcat
Approx. Age : Human years, 25-30.
Occupation : Fishercat, wanderer.
Hometown : Ridgewood (temperate rainforist peninsula on a lake, close to the ocean).
Special Skills : Fishing, climbing straight up trees, buildings, anything she can dig her claws into, excellent harpooner, very good swimmer, able to row quite well, fairly good at paw to claw combat, good eyesight, hearing and instinct.
Hobbies : Beading, joking with Sna'kre, exploring, experimenting and/or playing various musical instruments, and getting herself into trouble.
Likes and Dislikes :Likes water, friends, swimming, eating, exploring, has peculiar affinity for olives. Dislikes : large fires, sharks, traitors, staying in one place too long.
Clothing : Black or blue pants made of tough material, a blue or green tunic. She wears a belt with a scabbard for her sharknife and some various pouches for stuff. She is usually barefooted though sometimes she wears some boots. There are two scraps of cloth, one blue, the other green, tied around her tail, about an inch or two from the tip, the ends are loose.
Weapon(s) Of Choice (if applicable) : Harpoon or quarterstaff and her sharknife but she will use anything handy, including her teeth and claws.
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With : Those from Ridgewood, her brother & Spar-Ponte and their crew. Sna'kre, her lifetime osprey conpanion.
Beast(s) That Would Be Their Enemy/ies : A traitor, one who attackes her friends, those that frustrate her, sharks.
Beast(s) They Would Know But Could Care Less About : Anyone that doesn't interest her.
Traveling Group : Sna'kre, lifetime osprey conpanion (a tradition of the Ridgewood cats and ospreys).
Relevant History : Raised and trained to be fishercat and harpooner for whalehunts. One of her brothers was killed in a firey "accident" on the lake. Left with one of the parties sent out during the hardships to find help for her people. Her other brother became a usually benevolent corsair. Was betrayed by power hungry companion, returned to Ridgewood in time for whale hunt. Left Ridgewood after a few more seasons to explore the world.
Physical Description : Think tiger only more wildcatish.
-Approx. Height : Tall (most Ridgewoodidans are)
-Approx. Weight : Lean yet muscular in arms, shoulders and legs (due to fishing, rowing, swimming, and hiking)
-Eye Color : Green with flecks of gold
-Fur Color : Orange with black tiger stripes. Light orange/yellow/white under belly and tail tip.
-Notable Scars/Injuries : Bad knee that may or may not give out on her from time to time. Sometimes it bugs her, other times it feels good as new. Various scars due to fishing, whaleing, fighting sharks from boat while whaling, scuffling and fighting with others and the other, normal scars aquired by living life.
-Disability/ies (if applicable) : Other than the knee? Just that she might become terrified at the sight of an extremely huge fire (ex. forest fire) or not.
-General Physical Ability : Strong, I beleive I described most of this.
Psychological Description : Usually friendly, slightly shy. Depending on her mood she can appear to love battle. When thoroughly angred, the smoldering anger that she has tucked far away shows itself and bursts into a roaring flame. She sometimes reverts to a very wild state where she is very dangerous and depends solely on her keen instinct.
-Optimist/Pessimist? Usually optomist. Pessimistic when angry, annoyed or frustrated.
-Introvert/Extrovert? Usually introvert. Extrovert in company of frends, party or drunk.
-General Alignment : Neutral. Will choose sides based upon what she knows and how she feels about something.
-General Intelligence : Average. Speciallizes in some knowladge. Sometimes forgets things and feels stupid afterward.
-General Attitude Towards Friends : They are the best things to have.
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : Wary.
-Opinion Of The World : Lets go see it!
-Mental Endurance : In the case of torture, she reverts to that wild state and even then she might not remember what she is being tortured for or if she even knowsanything at all. If she doesn't do that... moderate torture level.
Cloudleaper (Kallisto)
Full Name : Annalina Kalli Star (But only to those very close to her. Of which, in a story like this, there should be no one.), Kallisto (To all others... I know, I know, she started off as a spinoff of Callisto... but she's evolved, she's her own girl now... only the name stays the same.)
Species : Ferret
Approx. Age : Early to mid twenties
Occupation : Traveling bad-ass warrior, pickpockets or mugs to keep money in her pocket
Hometown : Burned down and gone. Don't ask her about it. (Yes, I know, this too is spinoff of Callisto... her history is partially that of Callisto... when you say something on MUCK, you commit yourself to it. Unfortunatly.)
Special Skills : Laughing. Flirting. Fighting. Seducing. Causing Pain. Having Fun. Painting. Drawing. Sketching. Being Artistic. Having Mood Swings. Toying With Other Peoples Minds. Controlling People Without Their Knowing It.
Hobbies : Art, star-gazing, toying with people.
Likes and Dislikes : Likes - Art, pain (giving and recieving, both emotional and physical), the night/moon/stars, living dangerously, goody-goody paladin types (everyone has to have a puppy love). Dislikes - Ignorance, libraries, being inside a lot, large crowds, people prodding around at her past life or her private life, rules.
Clothing : Baggy pants, either dark blue or black. Black leather combat boots, battered and scuffed, with sturdy soles and steel-toes. Faded green laces on boots, white smilie face drawn on toe. Spiky black leather belt. Black short sleeved shirt. Brown leather glove on right paw, goes to elbow, fingers cut out, spiked steel knuckles.
Weapon(s) Of Choice : Light weight longsword (generally carried strapped to back) and knives (generally strapped to boot, concealed beneath pant leg or held on belt).
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With : Paladin types (She likes 'em. Of course, not many of them would like her... but this chemistry strangely has managed to work on RW MUCK before...), bashful, gentle males (opposites attract).
Beast(s) That Would Be Their Enemy/ies : Judgemental types, rude, barbaric vermin types, anyone that prods around too much at her past or private life before she lets them.
Beast(s) They Would Know But Could Care Less About : Anyone that doesn't fall under the above catagories.
Traveling Group : Herself, generally. Sometimes with friends, or groups of other vermin she leads.
Relevant History : Her home village was burned to the ground by raiders, she saw her family and all the friends she had ever known killed. That was when she was maybe eight, human terms. She grew up living on the streets, and learned to read, write, and fight. She slowly went insane and after a while started up a horde and devastated the land for a while. Then she got tired of the horde and got rid of it. In this story, if I decide to put her in, she should be just meandering around a little... on her own, mostly. Mentally instable, but not entirely crazy.
Physical Description :
-Approx. Height : Quite tall for a girl. Maybe around 5'11" human terms.
-Approx. Weight : Slim, lean, muscular. She's very slender, but WELL toned, and strong.
-Eye Color : Dark, dark brown.
-Fur Color : Golden blonde, ferret bandit-type markings in black around eyes (but not entirely like usual... they don't ring the eyes, just under and in a bit of an almost teary shape... but not really... hard to describe... but gives her a bit of a mysterious, sorrowful look), creamy whitish stomach, chocolate tipped ears.
-Notable Scars/Injuries : Small scars on forearms, mostly from self-mutilation. A number of scars you wouldn't see when she has her clothes on. Her knuckles are scarred pretty badly, from cutting her paw on teeth and stuff when she's punched, various little scars on all part of her body, really. Should tattoos come in this catagory? Snake winding around her right bicep, disappears into sleeve of shirt. Celtic knotwork design on her left shoulder blade. Three headed hellhound on the small of her back, just a little to the right of her spine. All designed by her, excellently. Very cool looking. :)
-Disability/ies : Mentally and emotionally instable. To a certain level. Better others leave this one alone mostly until I'm able to establish through my writing to what extent it is. (IF I decide to participate in this... I think I might... I'll have to see how things start out...)
-General Physical Ability : Surprisingly strong, powerful, has the ability to fight with near-fatal wounds for a long time... but the moment she accomplishes her objective (kill so-and-so or whatever) she generally collapses. Call it determination. She pushes herself way further then a body should ever be pushed. Wears light armor and carries light weapons to enable to quick movement in combat. That's her skill. She's not the hard hitting type, she's the swift 'n' speedy type. Good in bed, too. (Haha! Sorry... :P)
Psychological Description :
-Optimist/Pessimist? Generally Pessimistic.
-Introvert/Extrovert? Introvert
-General Alignment : Evil.
-General Intelligence : Lots of it. Takes way too many risks, and could easily be called foolhardy, but she's very smart. She definitly understands the risks she takes, that's for sure. Very intelligent.
-General Attitude Towards Friends : She holds most people at a distance. She can be very insulting, and has a great ability to make people feel inferior. But she can also be the best friend in the world. She's really unpredictable.
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : Cool, mostly. Rarely given to idle chatter, but sometimes she'll open up completely to a stranger, more then she will to someone she trusts.
-Opinion Of The World : Life is short, and it's a bitch. It's unimportant when you die, or by who's paw. Evil and good mean nothing in the end. People are generally stupid.
-Mental Endurance : Would probably be able to withstand torture until death, and laugh the whole way. She likes pain a lot. But that's physical indurance, not mental indurance. Mental indurance is bad. She goes crazy easily. But not through torture. Torture she likes, on every level.
Full Name : Don Bruce III
Species : ferret
Approx. Age : Looks like he's Mid 20s, in reality who knows?
Occupation : Mercenary/Assassin
Hometown : No one's lived long enough to tell.
Special Skills : DB avoids close combat and instead seeks to snipe and backstab. He is an expert with the crossbow and the throwing dagger, as well as incredibly knowledgable of poisins, battle strategies, and, eerily enough, people's backgrounds.
Hobbies : Catching up on fine literature, drinking expensive wines, raking in lots of money.
Likes and Dislikes : Likes lots of money, fine wines and literature, the look on a person's face right before they die.
Clothing : A black cloak, boots full of small hidden blades, a belt buckle with a knife that pops out.
Weapon(s) Of Choice : Daggers and crossbows.
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With : DB is a tricky bastard in that regard. He has no real allies and no real enemies. He'll be your best friend on Monday and your worst enemy on Tuesday. It's not even as simple as going to the highest bidder : he can inexplicably take a low level job and throw away a high level one. He is an enigma.
Traveling Group : No one
Relevant History : Fought in more wars than anyone can recall and assassinated a wide variety of political rulers.
Physical Description :
-Approx. Height : Tall
-Approx. Weight : Very lean and agile
-Eye Color : Red
-Fur Color : Dark brown
-Notable Scars/Injuries : A large circular tatoo on his chest
-Disability/ies : None
-General Physical Ability : Very agile and quick thinking.
Psychological Description :
-Optimist/Pessimist? No one really knows... probably pessimist.
-Introvert/Extrovert? Introvert
-General Alignment : None really... he helps good half the time and evil the other half.
-General Intelligence : VERY intelligent and manipulative.
-General Attitude Towards Friends : Unclear
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : Unclear
-Opinion Of The World : Unclear
-Mental Endurance : Long endurance
Full Name : Fiver Chessy Figaro
Species : hare
Approx. Age : Young adult but old enough to be a mother. ;P
Occupation : Ummm, warrior? Harewife?
Hometown : None, country born, country raised. ;P
Special Skills : Good with daggers, and makes a dandy peach pie! ;P
Hobbies : Cooking, painting.
Likes and Dislikes : Ummm nothing big, dislikes horrible people? Likes strawberries? Hehe.
Clothing : Mostly wearing a bluish simple dress, barefoot, and ALWAYS a bluejay feather tied in her hair, and a coin on a string around her neck. Warrior attire is more practical than a dress mind you ;P. Ummm, may have daggers handy, but not if she's someplace safe.
Weapon(s) Of Choice : Daggers, maybe a whip, but mostly daggers.
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With : Her hubby, definately, who did make a short apearence on this board, Sandfur Figaro, a warrior hare scared from battle, but gentle to friends and family :). Also most anyone nice, she isn't picky
Beast(s) That Would Be Their Enemy/ies : The rat that killed her child, unnamed, you don't have to go there if you don't want to, if you're interested ask.
Beast(s) They Would Know But Could Care Less About : Ummmm... I think that could be figured out, anyone at Redwall or in the area.
Traveling Group : For a while she traveled with a band of warriors, but now she lives in a meadow very close to Redwall abbey.
Relevant History : Fiver lost her family when she was a teenager. She joined a team of warriors, met Sandfur among them, and got married (this is the shortshort version btw). They had two children, twin boy and girl. One day while Sandfur was out, a gang of rats came and stole their children (long story short), the young girl was killed. Her son, Thyme is now a teen-aged hare, training to be a warrior.
Physical Description :
-Approx. Height : tall
-Approx. Weight : skinny
-Eye Color : gold
-Fur Color : brown with black ear, paw, and tail tips
-Notable Scars/Injuries : One across her stomach.
-Disability/ies : none
-General Physical Ability : She's fairly strong but depends on stealth over physical strength in battle, and wouldn't probably win a hand to hand combat with a well-toned warrior unless there was some way around the physical difference. She mostly depends on long range.
Psychological Description :
-Optimist/Pessimist? Optimist
-Introvert/Extrovert?
-General Alignment : Good in heart
-General Intelligence : Fairly smart if she depends on brains in battle.
-General Attitude Towards Friends : Positive, good-humored.
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : Cautious (with reason) but friendly.
-Opinion Of The World : Most people are good, and why can some do what they do?
-Mental Endurance : Would sacrifice herself for her family or close friends, but may crack under less "vital" information.
Full Name : John Collins
Species : Wolf
Approx. Age : 27
Occupation : Mainly, assassinations, but will also tend bar
Hometown : He's never had a home
Special Skills : Killing, many different ways of killing, several martial arts writing, climbing, manipulation, persuasion, tending bar
Hobbies : he enjoys thinking
Likes and Dislikes : Likes: the hunt of another beast, drinking. Dislikes: Beasts who think they are his friend but arent, stupid beasts, popular ballads
Clothing : Calf-high lace up boots, black canvas pants cut to the height of his boots, a short sleeved, uncollared shirt, and a great coat hanging to his ankles
Weapon(s) Of Choice : Blowgun, Dagger, Crossbow, Long Sword, Rapier, Throwing Dagger, or hands
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With : no single type of friend, but they have to be smart
Beast(s) That Would Be Their Enemy/ies : stupid people
Beast(s) They Would Know But Could Care Less About : most
Traveling Group (if applicable) : he's a wolf.... a lone wolf
Relevant History : Was born and abandoned in the taiga of the north. Struggled all of his young life to survive. At age ten, an older wolf tried to kill him, biting him at the neck and piercing his esophagus. He killed the wolf and layed low for a month healing. This was an outlook forming experience. At age 15, he was taken under the wing of a master killer. He was taught the use of many weapons, and can use any weapon with general ease, as well as his bare hands. He has no real allegiance but will do almost anything if he needs to, in order to benefit himself
Physical Description : shaggy hair, green eyes bright with intelligence, an angular face, but can be soft at times
-Approx. Height : very tall, about 6'6"
-Approx. Weight : thin, quite lean, mostly muscle
-Eye Color : green
-Fur Color : white
-Notable Scars/Injuries : bite marks under his neck, two scars under his eyes causing them to look very sunken in,
-Disability/ies : mild paranoia, missing the pinky and ring finger of his left hand
-General Physical Ability :Very high above average. Can do 400 push ups, 500 sit ups, 100 pull ups, and run 20 miles straight at speed
Psychological Description : very angry, fan of vitrolic humor, very intelligent, wary to the point of paranoia
-Optimist/Pessimist? Generally an optimist
-Extrovert/Introvert? Depends on what he thinks he can get from either
-General Alignment : no alignment, switches as will benefit him the most
-General Intelligence : Genius-level
-General Attitude Towards Friends : has very few friends. Those he does have he is completely honest with, and has healthy relationships with them, in contrast to the rest of his personality
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : this depends on how he reads the stranger
-Opinion Of The World : he thinks that most of the people in the world don't deserve to be there.
-Mental Endurance : Very high, but not unbreakable.
Full Name : Icefang Howler
Species : wolf
Approx. Age : In human years, early twenties.
Occupation : Mercenary
Hometown : Somewhere in the Snowy North, but is currently nomadic.
Special Skills : Sniping, stealing, and drinking seaweed grog. :)
Hobbies : Gambling, writing, and killing other beasts.
Likes and Dislikes : Likes killing, playing cards, drinking, music, and money, and dislikes almost everything/everybeast else.
Clothing : White tunic, blue cloak, and a pair of brown baggy pantaloons. A small brass earring near the top of his left ear.
Weapon(s) Of Choice : Whip, throwing daggers, longsword, and bow and arrow, but is skilled with various others and in hand-to-hand combat.
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With : Anyone with money they wouldn't mind sharing, people that can put up with his sarcasm and pride, or most other wolves.
Beast(s) That Would Be Their Enemy/ies : Anyone that is as self-centered and money hungry as him - they usually mean competition.
Traveling Group : Anyone that will accept a smaller portion of money if a bounty or payment is split and fits the criteria of his friends (above).
Relevant History : Icefang's mother slept around and his father was abusive. He eventually abandoned his mother and father in his early teens (and as far as he knew, he was an only child) and spent the rest of his life as a mercenary for a crew of corsairs until recently. Icefang doesn't have a northern accent, but instead, the crude, frank language of the sea. He is currently wandering and looking for work, but he'll only offer his services to the highest or most attractive (female, of course) bidder.
Physical Description :
-Approx. Height : A little taller than average for a wolf.
-Approx. Weight : Medium build and slightly muscular.
-Eye Color : Dark icy blue.
-Fur Color : Gray except for the tips of his ears (black) and his chest (white).
-Notable Scars/Injuries : A tattoo around his right bicep and a scar just above it on the shoulder.
-Disability/ies : He's too proud of himself (not physical, but a disability nonetheless).
-General Physical Ability : Pretty strong, but not all that agile.
Psychological Description : He's on a big ego trip and thinks the whole world revolves around him. He's only out for personal gain or personal pleasure and believes that money is the only thing that /can/ buy happiness.
-Optimist/Pessimist? Usually pessimistic.
-Introvert/Extrovert? Extrovert.
-General Alignment : Mostly neutral, but leaning towards evil.
-General Intelligence : Clever, quick thinking, and can manipulate others, but is blind to other's manipulations of him.
-General Attitude Towards Friends : They're the only ones that can be trusted...
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : How can I make money off of them?
-Opinion Of The World : Everyone else is stupider than I am, can be manipulated, are inferior, are less competent, but can, in one way or another, supply me with more money.
-Mental Endurance : Can withstand most kinds of torture, but if a good enough sum of money is involved...
Kadharonon
Full Name : Kadharonon
Species : wildcat
Approx. Age : Uhh... somewhere between teenage and young adult, not entirely sure...
Occupation : Her job is to hang around and been annoying.
Hometown : None. Kinda runs around in the woods, searching for... victims.
Special Skills : Plays her cheeks, sings annoying songs.
Hobbies : Collects anything shiny. Will steal shiny stuff to add it to her collection. Beware.
Likes and Dislikes : Likes... uh... I dunno. Shiny stuff? Dislikes people who call her a thief.
Clothing : Gray or faded green tunic with faded and worn brown pantaloons or trousers. A haversack/backpack type thing.
Weapon(s) Of Choice : Her claws, her annoyingness
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With : Uhhh... anyone who can be annoyed easily. She'd consider herself their friend, but they wouldn't consider her their friend.
Beast(s) That Would Be Their Enemy/ies : Any fluffy, peach-colored kittens. People who can't be annoyed easily.
Beast(s) They Would Know But Could Care Less About : Anyone other than the above mentioned. Herself.
Traveling Group : None
Relevant History : Has no idea where she came from, just woke up one day in the middle of Mossflower Woods and figured she'd always been there.
Physical Description : What do you mean? Very large for a female wildcat, not wide really, but larger than normal for a wildcat.
-Approx. Height : Uhhh... tall.
-Approx. Weight : Dunno... almost one and a half times heavier than a regular female wildcat?
-Eye Color : copper-green
-Fur Color : gray, white chest, black tabby(Gumbie!!!) markings.
-Notable Scars/Injuries : Uhhh... only half a tail...
-Disability/ies : Uhhh... is not the smartest beast alive... not exactly easily fooled, but doesn't know when to stop... bugging people, being annoying, following killers.
-General Physical Ability : Not exactly as strong as you'd expect for her size. Moderate physical ability.
Psychological Description : You want to know how her brain works??? She's not quite sane.....
-Optimist/Pessimist? Neither and both as the mood suits her
-Introvert/Extrovert? Both.
-General Alignment : Switches between crazy goodbeast and crazy evil beast.
-General Intelligence : Not genius, not dumb... but not normally smart. Stupider than that.
-General Attitude Towards Friends : I've gottta bug you until you feel like killing me.
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : Let's become friends so I can bug you!!!
-Opinion Of The World : Everyone's here to provide me with shiny things.
-Mental Endurance : Varies.
Full Name : Mattirose Fiercesword
Species : Uhhhh, sometimes she's a mouse, sometimes she's a fox... I guess for this purpose she's a mouse.
Approx. Age : Young adult, maybe 17 or 18
Occupation : Nothing, really. She used to be a wanderer then found her way to Redwall and met Dimitri and Hazel and left to find her mortal enemy, Redeyes, and met Katrina...
Hometown : Kinthollow, it was destroyed when she was very young along with all her family, save for her brother which she meets along her way to destroy Redeyes.
Special Skills : She's quick with a clever/sarcastic/smart ass reply, skilled with sword and bow, quick to learn languages/dialects, and very musical.
Hobbies : Wandering, singing, writing, playing in her band (she started it after her adventures).
Likes and Dislikes : Likes : Her friends, Peter (love intrest), music, fighting, sword fighting. Dislikes : Redeyes, mostly Redeyes and stupid creatures...
Clothing : Baggy khakis and a gray tee with a long sleeved white shirt underneath it. She has a lip ring and the nails on her left paw are painted dark purple, and she has a tattoo band on her left wrist of stars (she's what I'd look like if my parents didn't freak at me for not looking preppy).
Weapon(s) Of Choice : sword, bow and arrow
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With : Dimitri, Hazel, Peter, Saddie, Martin, and anyone who isn't stupid and can deal with Matti's sarcasticness.
Beast(s) That Would Be Their Enemy/ies : Stupid creatures, she can't abide stupid creatures.
Beast(s) They Would Know But Could Care Less About : Uhhhh, same as above.
Traveling Group : Wanderer, mostly with her band of friends, but she's stationary now in a small town outside of Redwall.
Relevant History : She left Redwall with her friends and found her brother, a close friend and Dimitri's one true love, Katrina. She defeated Redeyes and traveled back to Redwall, much wiser and with less hatred and secrets than before and made her home in Mossflower and started a band named Cloudgazer.
Physical Description :
-Approx. Height : slightly tall
-Approx. Weight : 120 lbs
-Eye Color : blue-gray, reflect her cclothing, sky, water, ect
-Fur Color : light brown
-Notable Scars/Injuries : none
-Disability/ies : none
-General Physical Ability : none
Psychological Description :
-Optimist/Pessimist? Pessimist (generally low self-esteem, always thinks that she has no friends)
-Introvert/Extrovert? Introvert, still not very open with her feelings.
-General Alignment : Generally good, but she really freaks out at stupid, ditzy creatures.
-General Intelligence : She's a smart cookie.
-General Attitude Towards Friends : Likes 'em, but always teases them in a friendly way.
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : Wary, but once they open themselves up to her, she bonds with them.
-Opinion Of The World : Thinks that at times it can be very unfair (due to all that happened in her early life), but knows that it's all fate and destiny which makes things happen.
-Mental Endurance : Her temper is very short, anything that annoys her makes her fly off the handle if she must endure it for any length of time. She is very curt with stupid creatures(as I said a million times before).
Full Name : Shytalon Caranthias (The Bard)
Species : robin
Approx. Age : Teenager (16).
Occupation : Bard
Hometown : ???
Special Skills : Lute playing and shooting an arial bow.
Hobbies :Thespian work and lute playing.
Likes and Dislikes : I like acting and reading poetry. I dislike lairs and arguments.
Clothing : I wear a green hood with a HAWM patch on it. Also, I have a lute, an arial bow, and a bag of gold.
Weapon(s) Of Choice : I use my bow, and a metal beak cover.
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With :Other RFFer's.
Beast(s) That Would Be Their Enemy/ies :Anyone not a friend.
Beast(s) They Would Know But Could Care Less About : Everyone.
Traveling Group : 25 HAWM birds (I'm a colonel) and anyone else.
Relevant History : Not much. I got wounded in a fight on MUCK w/ a person attacking my theives guild leader. Also, I am high ranking in the HAWM (Colonel).
Physical Description :
-Approx. Height : short for a robin
-Approx. Weight : plump
-Eye Color : orange
-Fur Color : same as a normal robin
-Notable Scars/Injuries : Scar over left side from fight w/ Dog.
-Disability/ies (if applicable) : Schitzofrenia (I hear voices), Bipolar, and I sometimes limp.
-General Physical Ability : I am somewhat athletic, and can fly for up to 12 hours straight.
Psychological Description :
-Optimist/Pessimist? Pessemist
-Introvert/Extrovert? Introvert
-General Alignment : Completely true neutral (I believe in complete balance).
-General Intelligence : I am incredibly smart (how do you think I got to colonel) but when either mental illness kicks in, I am worse.
-General Attitude Towards Friends : I keep with them, and don't lie to them, but I'm indifferent.
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : Indifferent.
-Opinion Of The World : We're all the same inside, so why bother fighting, and why does anyone act dumb? Even me.
-Mental Endurance : I can take some torture normally, but when it involves torturing friends, then I give up almost immediately. When I am interrogated about the HAWM, I am completely tight-lipped.
Full name:Bryon Saxten Longfurr
Species: Wolf
Age: early 30s
Occupation: Part-time corsair, Jack of all trades
Hometown: StoneTrybe, in the North
Special Skills: Good tracker, artist, knows reading, writing and the herbal arts
Hobbies: Telling stories, traveling
Likes and dislikes: Likes a tavern that has good food and drink, a reailble crew, one night stands, a well made weapon. Dislikes: Backstabbers, rough weather, hangovers, children
Clothing: A highland kilt, tight cream colored tunic, double strapped snakeskin belt, silver muzzle guard with 3 spikes.
Weapon of choice: Battle-axe
Traveling group: RiverRunn, the otter, and Ngoli WyndFire, the black weasel and their ship's crew
Beasts that they would be friends with: Those who put in hard work, those who prove themselves to be worthy of trust, those who are smart and quick-witted
Beasts they would know but could care less about: Tavern riff-raff, half-wits
Relevant History: Bryon is the sun of Slashfang Whitecoat and Culla NightKin, born at Redwall, he was raised by the community, as his mother and father were traveling. He left Redwall after a falling-out with the creatures there, and traveled north, to the ancestral home of his mother. On his travels, he met his wife, who died in childbirth. Forsaking StoneTrybe, he ship-hopped until he met his currant companions and started a cargo shipping trade. Bryon is still prone to bouts of depression about his past, and can make foolish mistakes, such as binging and having one-night stands with local whores
Physical desciption
Hight: Medium
Aprox weight: Stout, but not fat (all muscle)
Eye color: Mint green
Fur color: Classical grey wolf color
Notable scars/injuries: large scar across throat, tribal tattoo of a sea serpent on right thigh.
Disabilities: tends to get depressed easily, voice somewhat raspy due to minor vocal cord injuries
General Physical Ability: Can work hard for hours, but needs plenty of sleep afterwards.
Pessimist/Optimist? Pessimist
Introvert/Extrovert? Somewhat introverted
Genral alignment: Neutral
Intelligence: As with most wolves, high, but doesn't think too far into future.
General Additude to friends: Honest, playful
General Additude to strangers: Wary
Opinion of the world: Somewhat strange
Mental endurance: rather low, can be tortured psychologically.
Full Name : Snitter (last name unknown)
Species : hare
Approx. Age : young adult
Occupation : None (wanderer, maybe?)
Hometown : Unknown
Special Skills : Well, being insane isn't exactly a skill, but there is that one thing that I mentioned... Okay, for special skills, we'll say making up songs.
Hobbies : Wandering around being insane and making up weird songs.
Likes and Dislikes : Likes : the sky, cheese, and music. Disklikes : creatures who try to manipulate nature or other things which they shouldn't be.
Clothing : A green tunic with gold trim, light blue scarf around neck tucked into top of tunic, a dangly blue bead earring in left ear.
Weapon(s) Of Choice : None
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With : Anybody who isn't out to get her
Beast(s) That Would Be Their Enemy/ies : Well, obviously anybody who IS out to get her.
Beast(s) They Would Know But Could Care Less About : Well, in her travels she's met a lot of creatures, but none that could actually be said to fit into this category.
Traveling Group : Formerly Gip the guinea pig, but he is now deceased.
Relevant History : No one seems to know where she came from or anything. For several seasons she traveled with a guinea pig named Gip, who died of an unknown cause, leaving her, if possible, more insane than before.
Physical Description : Well, come on, just read the info... She usually walks around with an insane smile, or, occasionally, a really creepy scowl.
-Approx. Height : About average
-Approx. Weight : Medium build
-Eye Color : blue
-Fur Color : light tan colored
-Notable Scars/Injuries : None
-Disability/ies (if applicable) : None that we know of, except that she's insane.
-General Physical Ability : Hmm... Well, let's say she's not in the top ranks of athlieticism, but being a hare she's a good runner and jumper. And very energetic. She just lacks arm strength, that's all.
Psychological Description :
-Optimist/Pessimist? Unknown
-Introvert/Extrovert? Both.
-General Alignment : Chaotic good
-General Intelligence : Hard to say, since she's insane. Probably about average
-General Attitude Towards Friends : She tends to get a little overly attactched to other creatures once she gets to know them. Caring and concerned.
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : Friendly, insane
-Opinion Of The World : There's a garden in my ear...
-Mental Endurance : Well, it depends. Sometimes yes, sometimes no.
Full Name : Steelshine. She won't give anyone her last name.
Species : Mouse.
Approx. Age : Young adult. Human years, she'd be around eighteen.
Occupation : None. She's a drifter, a fighter, and a trouble maker.
Hometown : Grew up in Mossflower.
Special Skills : Getting into trouble, being insulting, survival skills, good with swords and knives.
Hobbies : Not many. She's a loiterer, and seems to enjoy pissing people off.
Likes and Dislikes : Dislikes - just about everything. She cherishes the memory of her father.
Clothing : Light blue sleeveless vest thingy, baggy breeches.. A belt that crosses her chest diagonally, with some knives in it.
Weapon(s) Of Choice : A sword (rather old and beat up... No magic swords of Martin for her...) and four knives.
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With : Probably no one... Unless people are willing to put up with her sarcasm.
Beast(s) That Would Be Their Enemy/ies : Most, probably. Especially her mother, Reiko. Just a little note, here. Reiko doesn't know that she's Steel's mother, and Steel doesn't know about her, either. Reiko would probably be a spy or assassin for the bad guys. :P
Beast(s) They Would Know But Could Care Less About : Everyone. She only really cares about herself. (This could change, tho. You know, character development. No matter what, she'll always be aloof and sarcastic.)
Traveling Group : No.
Relevant History : Steelshine saw her father killed when she was only little. She's managed to survive by herself, but she's kind of messed up because of it. Her philosophy on life is "You're going to die anyway. Why worry about whether it's sooner or later?" Yep.
Physical Description :
-Approx. Height : Medium.
-Approx. Weight : She's not skinny. Not too stocky, either, and muscular.
-Eye Color : One gray-blue eye, one violet eye.
-Fur Color : Silver.
-Notable Scars/Injuries : A curved scar running along one cheek, thick scars on the bottom of each wrist, another thick one on her stomach.
-Disability/ies : No.
-General Physical Ability : Pretty good.
Psychological Description : Steelshine is, quite frankly, a mess. She's sarcastic, nasty, lives to fight and lives for the moment. She doesn't talk much except to offer insults, but she's basically a good person at heart... Sort of.
-Optimist/Pessimist? Pessimist, definetely.
-Introvert/Extrovert? Introvert.
-General Alignment : Chaotic neutral.
-General Intelligence: Average. She's no genius, but she's certainly not an idiot, either.
-General Attitude Towards Friends : What friends?
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : Shoot first, ask questions later.
-Opinion Of The World : The world has not been kind to me, so there's no way in hell I'm being nice to the world.
-Mental Endurance : High...
Full Name : Tsarmina Greeneyes II
Species : wildcat
Approx. Age : young adult -- probably late teens in human years
Occupation : runaway/villian
Hometown : Mossflower; the farm near Redwall
Special Skills : Very good at telling others what to do, good with a bow.
Likes and Dislikes : Likes suffering of others, dislikes suffering of self.
Clothing : Something comfortable, preferrably something expensive (dresses usaully).
Weapon(s) Of Choice : claws, bow and arrow
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With : not neccesarily friends, but "allies" with any vermin
Beast(s) That Would Be Their Enemy/ies : anyone that's a goodbeast or just against her
Beast(s) They Would Know But Could Care Less About : probably anyone
Traveling Group : not sure
Relevant History : One of Gingivere's and Sandingom's descendants. Went against upbringing. Changed her name to "Tsarmina" to try and carry on her ancestor's plans of world domination. (insert evil laugh)
Physical Description : Tall and slender. Tends to wear anything that flows around her (silks preferred). Lots of blues and greens. Usually never slouches, even when exhausted. Generally a wicked smirk on her face -- bares teeth (and shows claws) when angry.
-Approx. Height : Medium (5'6" human)
-Approx. Weight : Slim (110 lb. human)
-Eye Color : Green
-Fur Color : Tabby
-Notable Scars/Injuries : n/a
-Disability/ies : n/a
-General Physical Ability : Quick on feet, nimble, and graceful.
Psychological Description : Probably pretty sound (haha, giggle giggle). Sensitive to references to her family (being raised by a goodbeast). Sometimes she's screwy in the head -- claims to be the original Tsarmina (when she's really feeling evil, probably).
-Optimist/Pessimist? pessimist
-Introvert/Extrovert? extrovert
-General Alignment : vermin
-General Intelligence : Pretty intelligent -- more so than most of the typical warlords.
-General Attitude Towards Friends : Pawns to be used.
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : "How can I use this person?"
-Opinion Of The World : Everyone's worthless... unless they can help me out!
-Mental Endurance : Pretty strong. Would be sensitive to hints at her past, though.
Urthstripe (Sandpaw)
Full Name : Sandpaw Kirlaine
Species : hare
Approx. Age : Young adult.
Occupation : Traveller, a sort of jack of all trades.
Hometown : Uhhh...
Special Skills : Is handy with most tools... Has a reasonable amount of musical talent... And is very handy with a bow.
Hobbies : Sandpaw's not a very social person. He'll do such things as playing music alone in the woods... Being a hare, he loves to eat.
Likes and Dislikes : He likes creatures who are fun and respectful of things, those who won't mess around with you. He dislikes dishonest creatures, those with bad intentions, and those who just annoy him.
Clothing : A green habit, tied at the waist with a red sash. The habit has a gold border on it, with a hood at the back of the neck. Goes barefoot... barepaw, even. Has a habit of tying cloth around his paws. *think Street Fighter*
Weapon(s) Of Choice : A long bow slung over his shoulder, with a full quiver of arrows. He carries a staff just in case.
Beast(s) They Would Be Friends With : Generally beasts that are "non vermin". Or someone who's a vermin species, but with a good heart.
Beast(s) That Would Be Their Enemy/ies : Generally "vermin" species. But also those who double cross him or otherwise get on his bad side.
Beast(s) They Would Know But Could Care Less About : All those little people out there in the world...
Traveling Group : He travels alone most of the time. Can't find a group to go with.
Relevant History : Used to be housed at Salamandastron but after a vermin attack his parents were killed... Left the mountain to travel by himself. Is basically clueless about the lifestyles of others and about females. (Of course.)
Physical Description :
-Approx. Height : He's a tall sort...
-Approx. Weight : On the thin side, but well built. Not very muscular-looking, but strong.
-Eye Color : Dark hazel
-Fur Color : A light/medium golden hue most areas, with darker patches here and there. His muzzle and paw tips are noticeabley lighter in tone. Also his chest...
-Notable Scars/Injuries : Nope.
-Disability/ies : Nope.
-General Physical Ability : He's a very able creature capable of tackling most physical tasks... He has good endurance (i.e running long distances), but is really hard to boot up after a tiring event.
Psychological Description :
-Optimist/Pessimist? Generally an optimist.
-Introvert/Extrovert? Mostly an introvert... he likes his own company unless he knows the other person well.
-General Alignment : Good... in general.
-General Intelligence : Since he didn't have proper schooling, he's not very book-smart. He has a lot of "real-world" smarts though, such as how to survive in the outdoors.
-General Attitude Towards Friends : He's very warm to friends, he'll greet them with arms open.
-General Attitude Towards Stangers : He'll be wary at first, but he's very trusting.
-Opinion Of The World : He'll give out his last scrap of food to someone who needs it. He believes there is good within everyone, it just needs to be revealed.
-Mental Endurance : He's able to keep himself silent for a long period of time, but given the right conditions, he'll crack like a branch.