Post by Ormonth Whitefeather on Oct 5, 2009 13:07:54 GMT -5
Name: Ormonth Whitefeather
Gender: Male
Age: 45 seasons old a.k.a 90 years old
Species: Owl
Personality: Ormonth is old and full of wisdom. He has fought many battles and Can be almost unemotional though the pain shows in his aged face especially in his deep eyes. Omonth will always stick up for his friends. Yet even though he is unemotional if you get him mad you better be able to out run him.
Appearance: Ormonth is a large snowy ol with white feathers. That now have a grayish tint to them. He has dark blue eyes that have a deep gaze filled with 9 decades of wisdom. His wings span about 2 feet from tip to tip. His talons and beak are sharp as knives.
Allegiance: Redwaller
Weapons: Talons and beak.
Position (Only applies to Redwallers and anyone within a group): Warrior and warrior trainer.
History (be detailed): Ormonth was born on a col march day 90 years ago. During his time in the Redwall Abbey He has learned much and fought many battles against vermin. Ormonth has almost lost his life on many occasions. Ormonth has trained many young warriors through the last 7 decades; He has also led small groups of armies against the vermin. Now at the age of 90 he has partial arthritis and is slowly losing his vision. Yet he will always be ready to fight when the time comes. Ormonth has not fought for a while but he trains warriors now. Ormonth is mostly found practicing fighting techniques when he is not sleeping or training younger warriors. He usually likes to fly out over the forest and look at the landscape. Ormonth sometimes flies off to the mountins where he sits on top of one of the higher rock ledges at the peak of one of the mountains and meditates. He can then here almost every sound in the forest below him for a mile or two. At times Ormonth will just go flying and los track of how far he has gone years earlier he flew for seven or eight hours after starting out one morning; Yet he didn't return until late in the night at the Abbey. Ormonth sometimes tells about the battles that he has seen and what all he remembers from the worser ones. Now though he is mostly found in the training areas of the Abbey.
RP Sample (can be from another site): Don Was running through the forest In search of prey but He was up in a part of canada that even animals usually didn't inhabit. Don had decided to go hunting up this far so he could clear his head. He had a lot on his mind.
For one Alex would soon leave him if What alice said was true the only way for Don not to lose the boy was to change him. Yet even though Alex would remain with Don; Don knew he would still lose the boy. Their was no doubt in that yet maybe if Alex lived a normal life He wouldn't wan't to be changed and maybe then he would be safe from the volturi. Don was willing to let the boy go if he would be safe Don knew he could still watch out for him without Alex knowing. Don spoted his prey a huge bear that was very strong and grumpy. He leaped at it wrestling it to the ground and striking the killing stroke. Then He quenched his thirst the blood was warm going down his throat. (this is from a twilight site i am part of).
Gender: Male
Age: 45 seasons old a.k.a 90 years old
Species: Owl
Personality: Ormonth is old and full of wisdom. He has fought many battles and Can be almost unemotional though the pain shows in his aged face especially in his deep eyes. Omonth will always stick up for his friends. Yet even though he is unemotional if you get him mad you better be able to out run him.
Appearance: Ormonth is a large snowy ol with white feathers. That now have a grayish tint to them. He has dark blue eyes that have a deep gaze filled with 9 decades of wisdom. His wings span about 2 feet from tip to tip. His talons and beak are sharp as knives.
Allegiance: Redwaller
Weapons: Talons and beak.
Position (Only applies to Redwallers and anyone within a group): Warrior and warrior trainer.
History (be detailed): Ormonth was born on a col march day 90 years ago. During his time in the Redwall Abbey He has learned much and fought many battles against vermin. Ormonth has almost lost his life on many occasions. Ormonth has trained many young warriors through the last 7 decades; He has also led small groups of armies against the vermin. Now at the age of 90 he has partial arthritis and is slowly losing his vision. Yet he will always be ready to fight when the time comes. Ormonth has not fought for a while but he trains warriors now. Ormonth is mostly found practicing fighting techniques when he is not sleeping or training younger warriors. He usually likes to fly out over the forest and look at the landscape. Ormonth sometimes flies off to the mountins where he sits on top of one of the higher rock ledges at the peak of one of the mountains and meditates. He can then here almost every sound in the forest below him for a mile or two. At times Ormonth will just go flying and los track of how far he has gone years earlier he flew for seven or eight hours after starting out one morning; Yet he didn't return until late in the night at the Abbey. Ormonth sometimes tells about the battles that he has seen and what all he remembers from the worser ones. Now though he is mostly found in the training areas of the Abbey.
RP Sample (can be from another site): Don Was running through the forest In search of prey but He was up in a part of canada that even animals usually didn't inhabit. Don had decided to go hunting up this far so he could clear his head. He had a lot on his mind.
For one Alex would soon leave him if What alice said was true the only way for Don not to lose the boy was to change him. Yet even though Alex would remain with Don; Don knew he would still lose the boy. Their was no doubt in that yet maybe if Alex lived a normal life He wouldn't wan't to be changed and maybe then he would be safe from the volturi. Don was willing to let the boy go if he would be safe Don knew he could still watch out for him without Alex knowing. Don spoted his prey a huge bear that was very strong and grumpy. He leaped at it wrestling it to the ground and striking the killing stroke. Then He quenched his thirst the blood was warm going down his throat. (this is from a twilight site i am part of).
