Post by Wynn Alfraido Tumbuskyn on May 3, 2008 20:15:17 GMT -7
Name:: Wynn Alfraido Tumbuskyn
Gender:: Male
Age:: 60 Seasons (15 Years Old)
Species:: Red Fox
Appearance:: Being red fox, Wynn has the basic colours of one, but still pulls off the looks quite well. He stands at about shoulder-height of a Badger Lord -which is pretty high (Roughly 6 feet)- and uses his height to tease his younger sibling. His main fur colour is an auburn red, kind of a rusty colour. On the tips of his ears, his tail, and from his elbows to digit-tips and knee to the end of his footpaws are all covered in black velvety fur. On the underside of his muzzle all the way through his belly and to between his thighs is a creamy white, quite looking off to the rest of his fur coat. His eye colour is a striking emerald, since he had inherited it from his mother. Also from his mother he had taken her feminine looks, the narrow waist and slight curves. He is often made fun of for this. For clothing, he wears a black vest with a black leather belt, and on it he carries a small dagger, along with some pepper powder just in case. As well, he has crafted a long bow, as tall as him and some arrows for it, about three quarters his body height.
Personality:: Wynn's personality can vary from time to time, and from place to place as well. You could basically put it as, his mood depends on the enviroment and his day before. So, for instance, it it's sunny in a green meadow and he had a good hunting the day earlier, he'd most certainly feel peppy and quite up-beat. Now, if the earler day he had been caught in the middle of a thunderstorm, and he was in a mosquito infested swamp, he'd clearly be pissed off. If he's in his normal mood, it would most certainly be the following: he'd be in a sarcastic modd, joking around, feeling happy, and smiling all the while. But, when it comes to the matters, he has to be put in a seriousness that means business.
History:: He was born from a beautiful vixen and her mate, a tough looking todd. Since they were mainly loners -only asking for help when they really needed it- he had to count on himself to grow up properly. As well, since they grew up loners, he didn't have any friends, which ment that he had to learn to play by himself at a young age, and as well to fend for himself, as often his father would leave for days, leaving him and his mother by themselves. Eventually, his mother came with another baby, this time a vixen, looking just like her mother. Wynn at this time was only three years old, or about 12 seasons. His mother soon died after birth due to stress and that left him, his father, and his newborn sister to fight for themselves. Eventually, when Wynn was 40 seasons (10 years) they came across a mighty structure known as "Redwall Abbey", called so by the sandstone walls which were red in colour. His father had amazingly gotten a job helping with carpentry, helping to repair the buildings when in need. His sister had made friends easily with the young ones at the Abbey. Wynn, on the other hand, had been made fun of his looks. He has lived at the Abbey in a single roomed dorm where he lives by himself.
Roleplay Example::
Code Words:: Strawberry Cordial
Other:: Schnum-de-jum!
Gender:: Male
Age:: 60 Seasons (15 Years Old)
Species:: Red Fox
Appearance:: Being red fox, Wynn has the basic colours of one, but still pulls off the looks quite well. He stands at about shoulder-height of a Badger Lord -which is pretty high (Roughly 6 feet)- and uses his height to tease his younger sibling. His main fur colour is an auburn red, kind of a rusty colour. On the tips of his ears, his tail, and from his elbows to digit-tips and knee to the end of his footpaws are all covered in black velvety fur. On the underside of his muzzle all the way through his belly and to between his thighs is a creamy white, quite looking off to the rest of his fur coat. His eye colour is a striking emerald, since he had inherited it from his mother. Also from his mother he had taken her feminine looks, the narrow waist and slight curves. He is often made fun of for this. For clothing, he wears a black vest with a black leather belt, and on it he carries a small dagger, along with some pepper powder just in case. As well, he has crafted a long bow, as tall as him and some arrows for it, about three quarters his body height.
Personality:: Wynn's personality can vary from time to time, and from place to place as well. You could basically put it as, his mood depends on the enviroment and his day before. So, for instance, it it's sunny in a green meadow and he had a good hunting the day earlier, he'd most certainly feel peppy and quite up-beat. Now, if the earler day he had been caught in the middle of a thunderstorm, and he was in a mosquito infested swamp, he'd clearly be pissed off. If he's in his normal mood, it would most certainly be the following: he'd be in a sarcastic modd, joking around, feeling happy, and smiling all the while. But, when it comes to the matters, he has to be put in a seriousness that means business.
History:: He was born from a beautiful vixen and her mate, a tough looking todd. Since they were mainly loners -only asking for help when they really needed it- he had to count on himself to grow up properly. As well, since they grew up loners, he didn't have any friends, which ment that he had to learn to play by himself at a young age, and as well to fend for himself, as often his father would leave for days, leaving him and his mother by themselves. Eventually, his mother came with another baby, this time a vixen, looking just like her mother. Wynn at this time was only three years old, or about 12 seasons. His mother soon died after birth due to stress and that left him, his father, and his newborn sister to fight for themselves. Eventually, when Wynn was 40 seasons (10 years) they came across a mighty structure known as "Redwall Abbey", called so by the sandstone walls which were red in colour. His father had amazingly gotten a job helping with carpentry, helping to repair the buildings when in need. His sister had made friends easily with the young ones at the Abbey. Wynn, on the other hand, had been made fun of his looks. He has lived at the Abbey in a single roomed dorm where he lives by himself.
Roleplay Example::
Wynn looked around, eyes narrowing as he took in the sights. He raised his nose, sniffing the air to try and catch a scent. He stopped though, as he caught the scent of what he was looking for. He peered around, checking that nothing had caught scent or sight of him. 'So far so good,' He thought to himself. He moved forward, quickly taking cover near his destination. He peered around his cover, seeing nothing, but he could hear something in the distance.
'My dinner,' He thought, licking his lips just thinking about it. He sneaked forward some more, but stopped when he stepped on a twig and it snapped. The creature stopped what it was doing and peered in his direction, but Wynn was already behind cover again, taking quick gasps of breaths. The thing decided it had heard nothing, and left in another direction. Wynn gave a large exhale. He crept again, nearing his destination. He sniffed again, smelling his dinner not but two tail-lengths away. Closer... closer... just a few more steps and... "Got it!" He said to himself. He smiled and took a bite of the hot scone, savoring the flavour of the honey coating. "Miffin akompqiffed!" He stated, smiling with his muzzle full of savory goodness.
'My dinner,' He thought, licking his lips just thinking about it. He sneaked forward some more, but stopped when he stepped on a twig and it snapped. The creature stopped what it was doing and peered in his direction, but Wynn was already behind cover again, taking quick gasps of breaths. The thing decided it had heard nothing, and left in another direction. Wynn gave a large exhale. He crept again, nearing his destination. He sniffed again, smelling his dinner not but two tail-lengths away. Closer... closer... just a few more steps and... "Got it!" He said to himself. He smiled and took a bite of the hot scone, savoring the flavour of the honey coating. "Miffin akompqiffed!" He stated, smiling with his muzzle full of savory goodness.
Code Words:: Strawberry Cordial
Other:: Schnum-de-jum!
