Post by Mest Whitepaw on Sept 19, 2010 21:26:16 GMT -5
Name: Mest Whitefur, formerly Mest Wildweed
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Species: Albino Sea otter
Personality (2 paragraphs): Mest is an adventurer through and through, full of life and the drive of a mad beast. He may not always laugh in the face danger, but he will meet it head on with a grin on his face and excitement in his heart. However, he takes no joy in war or killing and seeks no glory by taking ones life. He is honorable, even to his enemies and refuses to have an advantage over his foe, preferring to fight on even ground if it's mono-e-mono, his preferred way of fighting.
His father taught him of doing what's right and if you can help someone in need, it's your duty to do so. If the strong don't fight alongside the weak, who will? But if asked not to interfere by the creature in question, he will respect their request and do so. Also whenever Mest has something to do, he'll go at it with feverish determination and zealous. And even though he's usually friendly and tries to get along, on the battlefield he'll become fierce and deadly.
Appearance (2 paragraphs): Mest is a rather unusual otter, simply for the fact he doesn't look like one. He's an albino otter, so his fur is white and his eyes are red. Often he'll be mistaken for a large ermine or ferret. He's big for an otter and definitely can appear intimidating. He often wears gold or silver hoop earrings, adding to his sea fearer look. He is always wearing a gray and ragged bandanna on his head, covering up a few unsightly scars from his past.
His build is lean, mean, and often times intimidating. He's strong but also fast and agile, and skilled with each. He has several black tribal looking tattoos along his torso, back, and arms, sticking out perfectly against the white fur. His outfits usually consist of a vest and red sash, which he wears around his waist.
Also if there's one Mest always has, it's weapons. Armed to the teeth at all times, he sports two scimitars across his back, a large hunting knife in his sash with two long daggers hidden in it as well, plus a rope tied to his belt and a small knife hidden in the knot of his bandanna.
Allegiance (Redwall, Salamanderstron, etc): None at the moment
Weapons (1 paragraph):
Mest is never short on weapons and is always armed and on guard. His most favored weapons are dual scimitars that are kept crossed on his back. He can wield both at one and uses a very agile and fluid fighting style. He also has two long daggers without hilts hidden in his sash. He carries a medium length of rope on him that can be used for fighting if needed. He also has a large hunting knife. Last but not least, he has a small knife hidden in his bandanna, but the blade can flip into the hilt, making it easy to hide.
Position (Only applies to Redwallers, Salamandastron resident and anyone in a tribe):
History (be detailed - 2 - 3 paragraphs): Mest was born into a tribe of sea faring otters that lived on a large ship. The ship was orginally owned by vermin, who named it the "Rottweed", however his clan of otters took it over and restored it before Mest was born, remaining it the "Wildweed" after their skipper, Sol Wildweed, Mest's father. Most of Mest's generation was born at sea, since they'd been there ever since. They braved the high seas and explored lands they didn't know existed.
However he was the only one in his clan to have white fur, if not the only white otter ever. But he was raised just as any other, but with a one of a kind look. Mest was raised into the life of an adventurer and needless to say, he loved it. The crew taught him everything they knew, ranging from swordplay to navigation and general knowledge. He went into his first battle at a young age when raiders attacked, but along with the rest of the crew, he held way. And seasons later he even gained a reputation as a fierce fighter, known as the white beast. The crew even started calling him Whiteweed, due to his unique coloring.
His seafaring days continued, but as time went on the crew longed to return home. So they plotted the course and returned home, much to Mest's disappointment. He was an adventurer at heart and settling down bored him. Once they returned to land, Mest, now grown up, asked his father for permission to leave. His father granted him that request and Mest left the next day, seeking out new adventures.
He traveled across the lands and gained more tales to tell of his travels. Now his eyes are sent on exploring mossflower, and maybe stopping by the famous Redwall Abby, the place that has resisted many of those looking to conquer it. And who knows, he might just get to help with the next one.
RP Sample (can be from another site): (From a digimon site)
It was chilling day in the digital world as rain fell and enemies spread. A clocked figure and a smaller figure moved quickly through the city like land as marching was heard in the distance, constantly coming closer. The two moving silhouettes soon came upon a old building."Looks like the game is afoot, white has made it's turn and now it's ours." Dexter stated as he removed his hood and turned to his small companion.
"Yes sir, I'm ready to strike." Chesspawnmon commented as he nodded his covered head. Dexter nodded in replies with a slight smile before moving away from the door. Chesspawnmon unsheathed one of it's swords and with a quick jab of the hilt he knocked the door open. "Tis was easy enough." Chesspawnmon stated and Dexter grinned.
"Our move is made, let the counter move come." Dexter seemed to quote as he looked in the building. It was dimly lit with stacks of crates in the room. Dexter counted to ten mentally before snapping his fingers. Only a second before he had snapped the attack began. White chesspawnmon burst from all a few of the crates and charged forward in a V formation. "Check, X pawn blades" Dexter muttered calmly.
"Aye." Check replied before drawing his other blade in a smooth motion. He quickly crossed the two blades and swung, a perfect energy X plowing into the attackers. "Tis is..." Check began before suddenly a zig zagging line shot through the room and struck at Check. Dexter frowned before running to his digital partner.
"You okay Check?" Dexter asked with a hint of concern and somehow through the digimon's helmet he saw Check smile.
"Aye, Tis but a flesh wound." Check replied before facing the area that the attack originated from. Now standing there was a larger digimon dressed in white robs and a pointy hat. "And there be our target."
This time it was Dexter who said "Aye." as the bigger digimon stood before them. "A champion Digimon eh, we will require another piece don't you say?" He asked his partner with a smile."
"Aye, we'll need a Knight." Check replied as Dexter pulled out his D-processor.
"I'll summon your steed." Dexter stated before activating it.
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Species: Albino Sea otter
Personality (2 paragraphs): Mest is an adventurer through and through, full of life and the drive of a mad beast. He may not always laugh in the face danger, but he will meet it head on with a grin on his face and excitement in his heart. However, he takes no joy in war or killing and seeks no glory by taking ones life. He is honorable, even to his enemies and refuses to have an advantage over his foe, preferring to fight on even ground if it's mono-e-mono, his preferred way of fighting.
His father taught him of doing what's right and if you can help someone in need, it's your duty to do so. If the strong don't fight alongside the weak, who will? But if asked not to interfere by the creature in question, he will respect their request and do so. Also whenever Mest has something to do, he'll go at it with feverish determination and zealous. And even though he's usually friendly and tries to get along, on the battlefield he'll become fierce and deadly.
Appearance (2 paragraphs): Mest is a rather unusual otter, simply for the fact he doesn't look like one. He's an albino otter, so his fur is white and his eyes are red. Often he'll be mistaken for a large ermine or ferret. He's big for an otter and definitely can appear intimidating. He often wears gold or silver hoop earrings, adding to his sea fearer look. He is always wearing a gray and ragged bandanna on his head, covering up a few unsightly scars from his past.
His build is lean, mean, and often times intimidating. He's strong but also fast and agile, and skilled with each. He has several black tribal looking tattoos along his torso, back, and arms, sticking out perfectly against the white fur. His outfits usually consist of a vest and red sash, which he wears around his waist.
Also if there's one Mest always has, it's weapons. Armed to the teeth at all times, he sports two scimitars across his back, a large hunting knife in his sash with two long daggers hidden in it as well, plus a rope tied to his belt and a small knife hidden in the knot of his bandanna.
Allegiance (Redwall, Salamanderstron, etc): None at the moment
Weapons (1 paragraph):
Mest is never short on weapons and is always armed and on guard. His most favored weapons are dual scimitars that are kept crossed on his back. He can wield both at one and uses a very agile and fluid fighting style. He also has two long daggers without hilts hidden in his sash. He carries a medium length of rope on him that can be used for fighting if needed. He also has a large hunting knife. Last but not least, he has a small knife hidden in his bandanna, but the blade can flip into the hilt, making it easy to hide.
Position (Only applies to Redwallers, Salamandastron resident and anyone in a tribe):
History (be detailed - 2 - 3 paragraphs): Mest was born into a tribe of sea faring otters that lived on a large ship. The ship was orginally owned by vermin, who named it the "Rottweed", however his clan of otters took it over and restored it before Mest was born, remaining it the "Wildweed" after their skipper, Sol Wildweed, Mest's father. Most of Mest's generation was born at sea, since they'd been there ever since. They braved the high seas and explored lands they didn't know existed.
However he was the only one in his clan to have white fur, if not the only white otter ever. But he was raised just as any other, but with a one of a kind look. Mest was raised into the life of an adventurer and needless to say, he loved it. The crew taught him everything they knew, ranging from swordplay to navigation and general knowledge. He went into his first battle at a young age when raiders attacked, but along with the rest of the crew, he held way. And seasons later he even gained a reputation as a fierce fighter, known as the white beast. The crew even started calling him Whiteweed, due to his unique coloring.
His seafaring days continued, but as time went on the crew longed to return home. So they plotted the course and returned home, much to Mest's disappointment. He was an adventurer at heart and settling down bored him. Once they returned to land, Mest, now grown up, asked his father for permission to leave. His father granted him that request and Mest left the next day, seeking out new adventures.
He traveled across the lands and gained more tales to tell of his travels. Now his eyes are sent on exploring mossflower, and maybe stopping by the famous Redwall Abby, the place that has resisted many of those looking to conquer it. And who knows, he might just get to help with the next one.
RP Sample (can be from another site): (From a digimon site)
It was chilling day in the digital world as rain fell and enemies spread. A clocked figure and a smaller figure moved quickly through the city like land as marching was heard in the distance, constantly coming closer. The two moving silhouettes soon came upon a old building."Looks like the game is afoot, white has made it's turn and now it's ours." Dexter stated as he removed his hood and turned to his small companion.
"Yes sir, I'm ready to strike." Chesspawnmon commented as he nodded his covered head. Dexter nodded in replies with a slight smile before moving away from the door. Chesspawnmon unsheathed one of it's swords and with a quick jab of the hilt he knocked the door open. "Tis was easy enough." Chesspawnmon stated and Dexter grinned.
"Our move is made, let the counter move come." Dexter seemed to quote as he looked in the building. It was dimly lit with stacks of crates in the room. Dexter counted to ten mentally before snapping his fingers. Only a second before he had snapped the attack began. White chesspawnmon burst from all a few of the crates and charged forward in a V formation. "Check, X pawn blades" Dexter muttered calmly.
"Aye." Check replied before drawing his other blade in a smooth motion. He quickly crossed the two blades and swung, a perfect energy X plowing into the attackers. "Tis is..." Check began before suddenly a zig zagging line shot through the room and struck at Check. Dexter frowned before running to his digital partner.
"You okay Check?" Dexter asked with a hint of concern and somehow through the digimon's helmet he saw Check smile.
"Aye, Tis but a flesh wound." Check replied before facing the area that the attack originated from. Now standing there was a larger digimon dressed in white robs and a pointy hat. "And there be our target."
This time it was Dexter who said "Aye." as the bigger digimon stood before them. "A champion Digimon eh, we will require another piece don't you say?" He asked his partner with a smile."
"Aye, we'll need a Knight." Check replied as Dexter pulled out his D-processor.
"I'll summon your steed." Dexter stated before activating it.
