Post by senchou on May 4, 2008 13:33:31 GMT -7
Name:: Bahari Oringo
Gender:: Male
Age:: He never bothered to keep track. Currently a young adult.
Species:: Serval
Appearance:: Bahari is a melanistic Serval, meaning he is dark brown in color, with black spots that can be seen in certain lights. In a word, he is elegant; sleek, slender and long-limbed, he has all the grace inherent in his feline nature, accented by his regal carriage. He always walks with his head held high, and his amber eyes staring ahead with their piercing gaze. Many scars cover his body, all hidden beneath his fur, and his left ear has a notch cut into it.
As a sign of power and wealth, Bahari wears a vast array of jewelry upon his body. Two small gold rings, one each near the outer corner of his eyes, are connected to bolder earrings by delicate lengths of chain which contrast sharply with his dark fur. His long canine teeth have gold filigree upon them, as do his claws, and his tail is covered in jeweled rings. Of all these pieces, though, the one he values most is the simplest: a wooden charm worn on a leather cord around his neck. In sharp contrast to the jewels, his cloak is simple and practical, and also colored black.
As far as armaments, Bahari wears two katar upon his belt, as well as a parrying dagger. They are simple and unadorned, with blades of glistening steel.
Personality:: Above all else, Bahari is proud. His tribe is a powerful one, and as such, he has grown secure in his strength and his superiority over other tribes. He tends to treat those he sees below him with almost condescending courtesy until they upset him, in which case he is vicious and merciless. He also has a tendency to regard smaller beasts like mice as slaves or servants, and therefore insignificant.
Bahari is serious and rather stoic. He is not moved to anger easily, and he hides his emotions well. That said, he is not ashamed to display when he is pleased by something, and can be quite a friendy and cheerful beast when he's in a good mood. And in general, if he's well fed, he'll be in a good mood. He can eat enough to put even a hare to shame, and has rather exotic tastes; he's well travelled and it shows.
History:: Bahari was born in desert lands far south of Mossflower, where a tribe of Servals ruled in the river delta. While he was not nobility, his family was one of comfortable wealth, and he had slaves to care for all his needs. He was, however, looked down upon for his black coat; it was a sign that someone in his family had consorted with the more primitive mountain servals, where such coloring was very common. Because of this, he was driven to prove his worth from a very young age, and trained constantly to become stronger.
When he was just out of kittenhood, Bahari's father hired him to apprentice on a merchant vessel and learn how to sail, as was their family trade. The young Serval quickly took to the sailing lifestyle, and eventually gained command of his own vessel.
Business was decent, but not good enough for Bahari's tastes, and he took up a bit of piracy to supplement things, preying on the many searats he encountered.
As he traveled farther and farther north, he heard tales of a vast kingdom far inland, called Redwall. It was ruled by mice, and was a land with seemingly ceaseless food and wealth. Certainly, such creatures of distinction would be interested in trading? He decided to confirm the rumors for himself.
Worst case scenario, he could at least have a few new slaves for his estate.
Roleplay Example::
It was so... dark. The air was damp and heavy, and the heat was stifling. He didn't know how long he could stand it. He couldn't see more than a few paces in front of his own nose, thanks to all the foliage, and every step he took got him tangled in vines, or covered in pollen or leaves. How he hated the jungle. He was again reminded as to why he usually let his crew handle trading with the beasts on these tropical islands. Primitive creatures, yes, but they had foods found nowhere else, treats that had become quite popular in drier climes. It was too lucrative a port to ignore, and so he came here constantly.
But really. Why wouldn't they build their villages closer to the shoreline? He'd never understand their need to be buried by trees, smothered by the very air. It was a good thing that his host was a good cook, else he'd have lost his temper ages ago. As it was, a bit of pastry calmed his growing rage, made with a tropical fruit he'd never been able to recall the name of. The sweetness of it refreshed him, and he was able to enter the village with a warm smile before entering into negotiations over fresh coconut water.
Code Words:: strawberry cordial
Other:: Hope it's okay? ^^;
Gender:: Male
Age:: He never bothered to keep track. Currently a young adult.
Species:: Serval
Appearance:: Bahari is a melanistic Serval, meaning he is dark brown in color, with black spots that can be seen in certain lights. In a word, he is elegant; sleek, slender and long-limbed, he has all the grace inherent in his feline nature, accented by his regal carriage. He always walks with his head held high, and his amber eyes staring ahead with their piercing gaze. Many scars cover his body, all hidden beneath his fur, and his left ear has a notch cut into it.
As a sign of power and wealth, Bahari wears a vast array of jewelry upon his body. Two small gold rings, one each near the outer corner of his eyes, are connected to bolder earrings by delicate lengths of chain which contrast sharply with his dark fur. His long canine teeth have gold filigree upon them, as do his claws, and his tail is covered in jeweled rings. Of all these pieces, though, the one he values most is the simplest: a wooden charm worn on a leather cord around his neck. In sharp contrast to the jewels, his cloak is simple and practical, and also colored black.
As far as armaments, Bahari wears two katar upon his belt, as well as a parrying dagger. They are simple and unadorned, with blades of glistening steel.
Personality:: Above all else, Bahari is proud. His tribe is a powerful one, and as such, he has grown secure in his strength and his superiority over other tribes. He tends to treat those he sees below him with almost condescending courtesy until they upset him, in which case he is vicious and merciless. He also has a tendency to regard smaller beasts like mice as slaves or servants, and therefore insignificant.
Bahari is serious and rather stoic. He is not moved to anger easily, and he hides his emotions well. That said, he is not ashamed to display when he is pleased by something, and can be quite a friendy and cheerful beast when he's in a good mood. And in general, if he's well fed, he'll be in a good mood. He can eat enough to put even a hare to shame, and has rather exotic tastes; he's well travelled and it shows.
History:: Bahari was born in desert lands far south of Mossflower, where a tribe of Servals ruled in the river delta. While he was not nobility, his family was one of comfortable wealth, and he had slaves to care for all his needs. He was, however, looked down upon for his black coat; it was a sign that someone in his family had consorted with the more primitive mountain servals, where such coloring was very common. Because of this, he was driven to prove his worth from a very young age, and trained constantly to become stronger.
When he was just out of kittenhood, Bahari's father hired him to apprentice on a merchant vessel and learn how to sail, as was their family trade. The young Serval quickly took to the sailing lifestyle, and eventually gained command of his own vessel.
Business was decent, but not good enough for Bahari's tastes, and he took up a bit of piracy to supplement things, preying on the many searats he encountered.
As he traveled farther and farther north, he heard tales of a vast kingdom far inland, called Redwall. It was ruled by mice, and was a land with seemingly ceaseless food and wealth. Certainly, such creatures of distinction would be interested in trading? He decided to confirm the rumors for himself.
Worst case scenario, he could at least have a few new slaves for his estate.
Roleplay Example::
It was so... dark. The air was damp and heavy, and the heat was stifling. He didn't know how long he could stand it. He couldn't see more than a few paces in front of his own nose, thanks to all the foliage, and every step he took got him tangled in vines, or covered in pollen or leaves. How he hated the jungle. He was again reminded as to why he usually let his crew handle trading with the beasts on these tropical islands. Primitive creatures, yes, but they had foods found nowhere else, treats that had become quite popular in drier climes. It was too lucrative a port to ignore, and so he came here constantly.
But really. Why wouldn't they build their villages closer to the shoreline? He'd never understand their need to be buried by trees, smothered by the very air. It was a good thing that his host was a good cook, else he'd have lost his temper ages ago. As it was, a bit of pastry calmed his growing rage, made with a tropical fruit he'd never been able to recall the name of. The sweetness of it refreshed him, and he was able to enter the village with a warm smile before entering into negotiations over fresh coconut water.
Code Words:: strawberry cordial
Other:: Hope it's okay? ^^;
