Post by Arun Riverdance on Oct 31, 2009 4:05:48 GMT -5
Name: Arundell Riverdance. Goes by Arun.
Gender: female
Age: ten seasons
Species: otter
Personality:
Arun is purely what she's been made. She never had a choice. She never got a break. She was foced to grow up fast, being a dibun wasn't ever an option for Arun. She can, first and formost adapt and survive. Even more-so survive. The young otter maid is smart, she understands stuff, although she has troube beliving it. She sees others her own age who are so completely different from her that they could be from different worlds.
She's serious, and deadly calm. Although less so now. Arun is broken, she was abused and made to kill. She can remember every animal that she's ever killed and she constanly sees blood on her hands. She looks haunted and jumps often. Arun could be suicidal, but she's convinced that she's going to dark forest, or wherever it is that the bad guys go when they die. And she's in no hurry for that. Arun wakes up screaming, but makes no noise aside from that. And she desperately needs to be forgiven.
Appearance: Arun isn't very large otter- she's actually on the smaller size. But she's powerfull, extremely so. Arun's a powerful young otter in her prime. She's spent her entire life conditioning herself, and she belongs to a race that's naturally muscular. She's not bulky so much as just strong, she's wiery and compact. Arun can run for miles, swim for a long time and survive anywhere.
Arun has your average otter fur, brown and thick. Exept for her right temple. The fur there is solide silvery grey. She was born with this spot. And she rather likes it. Arun has lots of scars, although less then might be expected. Her back especially is marked, but you can't really tell. Arun has a tattoo along her left cheek bone. It's purple and shaped into an intricate set of runes. Although unless you look closely it just looks like a wave. Arun doesn't know anything about her tattoo and doesn't give it much thought.
She dresses in tight tunics mostly, having no reason to dress up. No sleves, no extra fabric- she doesn't want it getting in her way.
Allegiance: Herself. But she's at Redwall
Weapons (1 paragraph): She can fight with any weapon, but her favorite is a dirk. The small knife she always carries strapped to her upper arm is the only real weapon she carries. It's black, the hilt is carved out of obsidion and the sheith is black leather.
Position: none. Unless you count loose cannon/maverick/time bomb as a position.
History:
Take me.
Arun's parents are unknown. Although they are almost without a doubt dead. It is unknown if Arun had sibblings, but if she did they're not around anymore. Her earliest memories are of Jace, and so really he's all she's ever known.
And my choice?
Jace. Jace was a silver martin. He was cunning, intelligent, dangerous and a killer. His eyes always seemed to reflect the world back to you red. He raised Arun, after kidnapping her and killing her family. He was probobly supposed to have killed the entire family of otters, inclusing her. But for some reason the one female in the litter caught his eye. Jace knew how to care for a infant, and he had friends who would take care of Arun when she was still tiny. But for Arun, living comfortably wasn't to be anything more then a distant whisper.
Lead me like a lamb to slaughter
Jace taught Arun to survive anywhere, with nothing. He showed her how to climb the tallest tree and swim or run for miles. And he taught Arun how to fight. It started with showing her how to defent herself, but Jace wasn't done there. He showed her how to defeat an enemy with a battle axx and a hollow reed. He continued training the impressionable young otter, slowly forging her into the perfect killer. And perfect she was. Exept she had a concious.
You won't like this path
That's right. Arun wouldn't actually kill. She would batter anyone. But she wouldn't finish the final blow. She never stopped Jace from doing it. She was cold. But not a murderer. This infuriated Jace. He'd made her into a weapon, and she wasn't going to stop now. So he broke Arun. He tourmented her. He drove her to the very edge of what she could take- emotionally, phisically, mentally- and beyond.
Isn't it ironic?
Arun lost control. She couldn't stand it anymore and she locked herself away. Hid in her mind. And Jace let his killer loose. And kill she did. At first Jace was carefull, having her kill vermin such as rats. But when she showed no reaction to that. He had her slaughter everyone who crossed them. But one day he was trying to have her murder a otter cub, and she suddently realised what she had become. How horrible she was. Arun killed that day. She turned her sword on the aging Jace, threw up, and swore never to kill again.
It's a drug, an addiction I can't kick
But like most promises, Arun's promise proved impossible to keep. She'd been raised, trained, conditioned to do the one thing that she didn't want to- kill. Arun had never been taught to be diplomatic- she didn't know how to get along with other animals. And she has a temper. So she found herself still killing. Not as often as before, but she started avoiding everyone else because she didn't want to do hurt anyone. And there were remnants, remnants of when Jace broke her. Because she'd healed, but not perfectly. Sometimes she would wake up, or at least realise what she was doing, with blood on her paws.
A chance I don't deserve
When Arun finally got her break, it took a beating. She ran into a gang or sea raders, near the place she would soon realise was Redwall Abby. She normally could've taken them. There were only three of them. But something went wrong. Arun experienced one of her alarmingly frequent Vertigo attacks- and collapsed. The fallen otter was made short work of by the raiders. Any other animal would've died. And Arun was barly clinging to life. She crawled to a side gate of the abby and collapsed. When the gate-keeper found her she was carried up the healer, where it was found out that she had multiple broken ribs, a broken shoulder, a knife stuck in her shoulder, a fractured tail, broken knuckles and more. And not all of the wounds were recent. Arun has been in the abby for about a month now. And she hasn't said barly anything.
RP Sample:
The night brought no relief to Arun. It was, if anything, worse. The young otter sat in the infirmary, her face barried in her paws. He shoulders shook, but she was silent and her muddy eyes were dry and bloodshot. She slowly got to her feet with all the assurance of someone who knew they could do anything, but she stubled like she was blind. Arun crossed to the open window and took a deep breath of the warm evening air, her left paw was clamped to the windowsill, but her right paw wouldn't even respond that much.
Arun cocked her right paw behind her head and took a deep breath, then she drove the broken bones into the wall. The young otters spine stiffened as agony raced up her arm, but she ignored the pain. Again and again she hit the wall, keeping silent as the broken knuckles hitting the wood scraped against each other. I've caused so much more pain then this. She screamed at herself over and over, punctuating the pouding she was giving the wall.
Finally she couldn't stand it anymore and slid to the ground. Arun's whole body heaved and she threw up, nausea making her dizzy as she tried to scoot away from the the pool of vomit. She was truly sobbing now. But she was silent.
Gender: female
Age: ten seasons
Species: otter
Personality:
Arun is purely what she's been made. She never had a choice. She never got a break. She was foced to grow up fast, being a dibun wasn't ever an option for Arun. She can, first and formost adapt and survive. Even more-so survive. The young otter maid is smart, she understands stuff, although she has troube beliving it. She sees others her own age who are so completely different from her that they could be from different worlds.
She's serious, and deadly calm. Although less so now. Arun is broken, she was abused and made to kill. She can remember every animal that she's ever killed and she constanly sees blood on her hands. She looks haunted and jumps often. Arun could be suicidal, but she's convinced that she's going to dark forest, or wherever it is that the bad guys go when they die. And she's in no hurry for that. Arun wakes up screaming, but makes no noise aside from that. And she desperately needs to be forgiven.
Appearance: Arun isn't very large otter- she's actually on the smaller size. But she's powerfull, extremely so. Arun's a powerful young otter in her prime. She's spent her entire life conditioning herself, and she belongs to a race that's naturally muscular. She's not bulky so much as just strong, she's wiery and compact. Arun can run for miles, swim for a long time and survive anywhere.
Arun has your average otter fur, brown and thick. Exept for her right temple. The fur there is solide silvery grey. She was born with this spot. And she rather likes it. Arun has lots of scars, although less then might be expected. Her back especially is marked, but you can't really tell. Arun has a tattoo along her left cheek bone. It's purple and shaped into an intricate set of runes. Although unless you look closely it just looks like a wave. Arun doesn't know anything about her tattoo and doesn't give it much thought.
She dresses in tight tunics mostly, having no reason to dress up. No sleves, no extra fabric- she doesn't want it getting in her way.
Allegiance: Herself. But she's at Redwall
Weapons (1 paragraph): She can fight with any weapon, but her favorite is a dirk. The small knife she always carries strapped to her upper arm is the only real weapon she carries. It's black, the hilt is carved out of obsidion and the sheith is black leather.
Position: none. Unless you count loose cannon/maverick/time bomb as a position.
History:
Take me.
Arun's parents are unknown. Although they are almost without a doubt dead. It is unknown if Arun had sibblings, but if she did they're not around anymore. Her earliest memories are of Jace, and so really he's all she's ever known.
And my choice?
Jace. Jace was a silver martin. He was cunning, intelligent, dangerous and a killer. His eyes always seemed to reflect the world back to you red. He raised Arun, after kidnapping her and killing her family. He was probobly supposed to have killed the entire family of otters, inclusing her. But for some reason the one female in the litter caught his eye. Jace knew how to care for a infant, and he had friends who would take care of Arun when she was still tiny. But for Arun, living comfortably wasn't to be anything more then a distant whisper.
Lead me like a lamb to slaughter
Jace taught Arun to survive anywhere, with nothing. He showed her how to climb the tallest tree and swim or run for miles. And he taught Arun how to fight. It started with showing her how to defent herself, but Jace wasn't done there. He showed her how to defeat an enemy with a battle axx and a hollow reed. He continued training the impressionable young otter, slowly forging her into the perfect killer. And perfect she was. Exept she had a concious.
You won't like this path
That's right. Arun wouldn't actually kill. She would batter anyone. But she wouldn't finish the final blow. She never stopped Jace from doing it. She was cold. But not a murderer. This infuriated Jace. He'd made her into a weapon, and she wasn't going to stop now. So he broke Arun. He tourmented her. He drove her to the very edge of what she could take- emotionally, phisically, mentally- and beyond.
Isn't it ironic?
Arun lost control. She couldn't stand it anymore and she locked herself away. Hid in her mind. And Jace let his killer loose. And kill she did. At first Jace was carefull, having her kill vermin such as rats. But when she showed no reaction to that. He had her slaughter everyone who crossed them. But one day he was trying to have her murder a otter cub, and she suddently realised what she had become. How horrible she was. Arun killed that day. She turned her sword on the aging Jace, threw up, and swore never to kill again.
It's a drug, an addiction I can't kick
But like most promises, Arun's promise proved impossible to keep. She'd been raised, trained, conditioned to do the one thing that she didn't want to- kill. Arun had never been taught to be diplomatic- she didn't know how to get along with other animals. And she has a temper. So she found herself still killing. Not as often as before, but she started avoiding everyone else because she didn't want to do hurt anyone. And there were remnants, remnants of when Jace broke her. Because she'd healed, but not perfectly. Sometimes she would wake up, or at least realise what she was doing, with blood on her paws.
A chance I don't deserve
When Arun finally got her break, it took a beating. She ran into a gang or sea raders, near the place she would soon realise was Redwall Abby. She normally could've taken them. There were only three of them. But something went wrong. Arun experienced one of her alarmingly frequent Vertigo attacks- and collapsed. The fallen otter was made short work of by the raiders. Any other animal would've died. And Arun was barly clinging to life. She crawled to a side gate of the abby and collapsed. When the gate-keeper found her she was carried up the healer, where it was found out that she had multiple broken ribs, a broken shoulder, a knife stuck in her shoulder, a fractured tail, broken knuckles and more. And not all of the wounds were recent. Arun has been in the abby for about a month now. And she hasn't said barly anything.
RP Sample:
The night brought no relief to Arun. It was, if anything, worse. The young otter sat in the infirmary, her face barried in her paws. He shoulders shook, but she was silent and her muddy eyes were dry and bloodshot. She slowly got to her feet with all the assurance of someone who knew they could do anything, but she stubled like she was blind. Arun crossed to the open window and took a deep breath of the warm evening air, her left paw was clamped to the windowsill, but her right paw wouldn't even respond that much.
Arun cocked her right paw behind her head and took a deep breath, then she drove the broken bones into the wall. The young otters spine stiffened as agony raced up her arm, but she ignored the pain. Again and again she hit the wall, keeping silent as the broken knuckles hitting the wood scraped against each other. I've caused so much more pain then this. She screamed at herself over and over, punctuating the pouding she was giving the wall.
Finally she couldn't stand it anymore and slid to the ground. Arun's whole body heaved and she threw up, nausea making her dizzy as she tried to scoot away from the the pool of vomit. She was truly sobbing now. But she was silent.
