Post by Helix Alexius on Feb 3, 2009 16:43:12 GMT -5
PC Name: Helix Alexius
Gender: Male
Age: 34 seasons.
Species: Wildcat
Other Species:
Appearance/Attire: Picture a wildcat: Large in stature, with dark fur, sturdy build and steel-sprung muscles. With a quicksilver brain, large fangs and aggressive, powerful, sleek, certain, fluid, motions, an incredibly well balanced and powerful fighting machine.
San many of these ideas when you picture Helix.
First and foremost, the size and build: Helix is diminutive in stature when compared to other large felines, averaging just out at a regular height for a smaller creature such as a squirrel. He has no rippling, bulging or even toned muscles-he is slender and slight instead, with a wiry frame that seems hardly able to hold its own weight much less bear the stress of larger muscles than his own. This also contributes, it should be mentioned, to that natural feline grace and poise so many of the cat family posses: he walks with more of a trot associated with canines than the slick padding of a wildcat, and always appears to be ready to bolt, standing on the balls of his paws a majority of the time, making him unpredictable and a fast mover.
His fur is a pale milky white-grey, with no other natural markings whatsoever. The only thing that breaks up the colour is an odd black triangle that extends point-down to the jawbone from under his left eye-a tattoo. This left eye is a cold and calculating emerald green while the right remains a shimmering copper-gold hue above a peachy pale-orange nose.
A near constant expression of dogged exasperation and anxiety seem to hold the eyes either with expanded whites, or hooded by heavy lids, and his whiskers twitch almost constantly. His tail is fluffy and expressive, whilst his ears are large and tufted at the tips, nearly always found in one of two positions: folded back in anxiety or erect with surprise. He usually has a quill tucked behind the right ear, the back of which is stained many colors from dripped inks that fade but never disappear from washing.
His garb is simple and built for the seas: a patched brown and grey vest over an off-white dress shirt and dark trousers held by a crimson sash. Over this is worn a dark blue coat embroidered with black and gold patterns-from the right pocket of this, a gold chain loops out-what is on the end is currently unknown. His footpaws are covered with simple, battered seaboots and a black tricorn rests on his head. His right arm is encased to the elbow in a scratched old leather guard that loops over his palm.
PC Image Link(s): -Coming soon-
Weapon(s): Scimitar
Other Weapon(s): Dagger.
Desired or Present Occupation: Would desire to be cap'n of the Star Gazer or work on somesuch ship.
Weaknesses and Fears: Weaknesses:
-Possesses limited physical strength.
-Incredibly clumsy.
-Not particularly good with kits.
-Is completely deaf in his left ear.
-Pathological liar.
-Very petty and causes many arguments.
Bonus: Screams like a little girl when Somebeast surprises him if he doesn't hear their approach.
Fears:
-Inexplicable fear of horses.
-Fear of becoming blind.
-Fear of entrapment.
-Gets very agitated and upset when on land for too long.
Strengths and Desires: Strengths:
-Expert at navigation.
-Smooth talker when it comes to it.
-Is fair with a scimitar.
-Cares for crewmates.
Desires:
-To bury any traces of his past and make a fresh start.
-To find a solid future and reliable shipmates at this new place.
-To finally Captain a ship and prove his worth.
Personality: Helix, to be positive first, is on the surface quite friendly, amiable, and chatty, (but not to the point of irritance), typically the type a beast one could quite easily befriend and get along with. He is fairly bright and intelligent, being a highly educated creature that takes a liking to such fine things as poetry and writing, hence his rather methodical knowledge of the runnings of a ship and working out navigational charts. He has a thirst for knowledge and the exuberant soul of an explorer, preferring the pitch of a deck to dry land.
His downfalls are, however, just as prominent in his appearance: he can be aloof and cold should he desire to be so, and has a terribly short amount of patience with those of less intelligence than himself under his personal command. He is accident prone, unlucky, and seemingly living on his nerves, always moving to relieve personal stress as much as he can-chewing a quill, tapping a footpaw, grinding his fangs...That makes him incredibly jumpy and nervous, with a high tendency to faint when startled. His near-constant stream of lies and improvised tales he spins often lead him into worse trouble than he intends, but for some reason he seems to be unable to offer a direct answer to beasts when pressured.
History: The vast majority of Helix' past is lost somewhere amongst the different tales he tells to whomever asks, giving so many distorted and self-indulgent tales that even he has begun to forget the actual truth.
A particular favorite he likes to tell is that he was the son of a merchant sailor, born at sea and raised thus for all of his life. When he grew bored of the simple life of a trader, he jumped ship with a group of pirates and spent a long time raiding the coast until they got caught in an impressive typhoon. As the lone survivor of the wreck (through some mastery of sailing only an expert could have done, of course) he washed up on the shores and was taken in by some more traders who set him up with everything he needed, a few lessons in morality, and sent him packing for FEB. The little carnivorous bird that perches often on the guard on his right arm, named Rafe, was apparently a gift from a wealthy Lord he saved when he had a spell as a privateer. Of course these lies don't stand up to being breathed on, bit if someone spots a hole, he'll just lie again.
The actual truth is far from it. Born in a small coastal village to the North, he grew up as a classic young kitten, with nothing of interest happening in his life until a small pirate sloop appeared and began to try and attack the small sentry the village had. Without waiting for a call to arms, he ran and never looked back, leaving his family and friends to whatever fate there was.
After walking for some time, he picked up the kestrel Rafe as a fledgling he found fallen out of its nest that bonded to him and never left. He stumbled upon a larger village complete with a docked merchant vessel and signed aboard without any further thought, spending the rest of the time learning the ways of the sea the hard way, and almost losing his life as often as he found himself gleaning valuable knowledge. After sailing for many years upon different forms of vessel and under many occupations, he finally came upon FEB full of promise for a fresh start and the chance to head his own crew after being dumped nearby by his last ship after an argument with the Captain over misplacing dome charts. Far less glamorous a picture, really.
Animal Companion(s) ~ Name(s) and Species: Name: Rafe. Species: Kestrel.
Image/Bio Companion(s) Link(s): Classic little kestrel, nothing remarkable about him. Likes to perch on Helix' shoulder or forearm and nip at his coat buttons or the tufts on his ear when hungry.
Personal NPC(s) / Names and Species:
Image/Bio Personal NPC(s) Link(s):
Number of FEB Characters: 1
Faction: Flotilla ~ Armada
Faction Name: Armada ~ Uncertain
Desire to join the Black Knights: Undecided
Additional Notes: I'd like to be on the Star Gazer, but I didn't see it on yon list of Faction names, so consider that my choice if tha's allowed ^^;
Gender: Male
Age: 34 seasons.
Species: Wildcat
Other Species:
Appearance/Attire: Picture a wildcat: Large in stature, with dark fur, sturdy build and steel-sprung muscles. With a quicksilver brain, large fangs and aggressive, powerful, sleek, certain, fluid, motions, an incredibly well balanced and powerful fighting machine.
San many of these ideas when you picture Helix.
First and foremost, the size and build: Helix is diminutive in stature when compared to other large felines, averaging just out at a regular height for a smaller creature such as a squirrel. He has no rippling, bulging or even toned muscles-he is slender and slight instead, with a wiry frame that seems hardly able to hold its own weight much less bear the stress of larger muscles than his own. This also contributes, it should be mentioned, to that natural feline grace and poise so many of the cat family posses: he walks with more of a trot associated with canines than the slick padding of a wildcat, and always appears to be ready to bolt, standing on the balls of his paws a majority of the time, making him unpredictable and a fast mover.
His fur is a pale milky white-grey, with no other natural markings whatsoever. The only thing that breaks up the colour is an odd black triangle that extends point-down to the jawbone from under his left eye-a tattoo. This left eye is a cold and calculating emerald green while the right remains a shimmering copper-gold hue above a peachy pale-orange nose.
A near constant expression of dogged exasperation and anxiety seem to hold the eyes either with expanded whites, or hooded by heavy lids, and his whiskers twitch almost constantly. His tail is fluffy and expressive, whilst his ears are large and tufted at the tips, nearly always found in one of two positions: folded back in anxiety or erect with surprise. He usually has a quill tucked behind the right ear, the back of which is stained many colors from dripped inks that fade but never disappear from washing.
His garb is simple and built for the seas: a patched brown and grey vest over an off-white dress shirt and dark trousers held by a crimson sash. Over this is worn a dark blue coat embroidered with black and gold patterns-from the right pocket of this, a gold chain loops out-what is on the end is currently unknown. His footpaws are covered with simple, battered seaboots and a black tricorn rests on his head. His right arm is encased to the elbow in a scratched old leather guard that loops over his palm.
PC Image Link(s): -Coming soon-
Weapon(s): Scimitar
Other Weapon(s): Dagger.
Desired or Present Occupation: Would desire to be cap'n of the Star Gazer or work on somesuch ship.
Weaknesses and Fears: Weaknesses:
-Possesses limited physical strength.
-Incredibly clumsy.
-Not particularly good with kits.
-Is completely deaf in his left ear.
-Pathological liar.
-Very petty and causes many arguments.
Bonus: Screams like a little girl when Somebeast surprises him if he doesn't hear their approach.
Fears:
-Inexplicable fear of horses.
-Fear of becoming blind.
-Fear of entrapment.
-Gets very agitated and upset when on land for too long.
Strengths and Desires: Strengths:
-Expert at navigation.
-Smooth talker when it comes to it.
-Is fair with a scimitar.
-Cares for crewmates.
Desires:
-To bury any traces of his past and make a fresh start.
-To find a solid future and reliable shipmates at this new place.
-To finally Captain a ship and prove his worth.
Personality: Helix, to be positive first, is on the surface quite friendly, amiable, and chatty, (but not to the point of irritance), typically the type a beast one could quite easily befriend and get along with. He is fairly bright and intelligent, being a highly educated creature that takes a liking to such fine things as poetry and writing, hence his rather methodical knowledge of the runnings of a ship and working out navigational charts. He has a thirst for knowledge and the exuberant soul of an explorer, preferring the pitch of a deck to dry land.
His downfalls are, however, just as prominent in his appearance: he can be aloof and cold should he desire to be so, and has a terribly short amount of patience with those of less intelligence than himself under his personal command. He is accident prone, unlucky, and seemingly living on his nerves, always moving to relieve personal stress as much as he can-chewing a quill, tapping a footpaw, grinding his fangs...That makes him incredibly jumpy and nervous, with a high tendency to faint when startled. His near-constant stream of lies and improvised tales he spins often lead him into worse trouble than he intends, but for some reason he seems to be unable to offer a direct answer to beasts when pressured.
History: The vast majority of Helix' past is lost somewhere amongst the different tales he tells to whomever asks, giving so many distorted and self-indulgent tales that even he has begun to forget the actual truth.
A particular favorite he likes to tell is that he was the son of a merchant sailor, born at sea and raised thus for all of his life. When he grew bored of the simple life of a trader, he jumped ship with a group of pirates and spent a long time raiding the coast until they got caught in an impressive typhoon. As the lone survivor of the wreck (through some mastery of sailing only an expert could have done, of course) he washed up on the shores and was taken in by some more traders who set him up with everything he needed, a few lessons in morality, and sent him packing for FEB. The little carnivorous bird that perches often on the guard on his right arm, named Rafe, was apparently a gift from a wealthy Lord he saved when he had a spell as a privateer. Of course these lies don't stand up to being breathed on, bit if someone spots a hole, he'll just lie again.
The actual truth is far from it. Born in a small coastal village to the North, he grew up as a classic young kitten, with nothing of interest happening in his life until a small pirate sloop appeared and began to try and attack the small sentry the village had. Without waiting for a call to arms, he ran and never looked back, leaving his family and friends to whatever fate there was.
After walking for some time, he picked up the kestrel Rafe as a fledgling he found fallen out of its nest that bonded to him and never left. He stumbled upon a larger village complete with a docked merchant vessel and signed aboard without any further thought, spending the rest of the time learning the ways of the sea the hard way, and almost losing his life as often as he found himself gleaning valuable knowledge. After sailing for many years upon different forms of vessel and under many occupations, he finally came upon FEB full of promise for a fresh start and the chance to head his own crew after being dumped nearby by his last ship after an argument with the Captain over misplacing dome charts. Far less glamorous a picture, really.
Animal Companion(s) ~ Name(s) and Species: Name: Rafe. Species: Kestrel.
Image/Bio Companion(s) Link(s): Classic little kestrel, nothing remarkable about him. Likes to perch on Helix' shoulder or forearm and nip at his coat buttons or the tufts on his ear when hungry.
Personal NPC(s) / Names and Species:
Image/Bio Personal NPC(s) Link(s):
Number of FEB Characters: 1
Faction: Flotilla ~ Armada
Faction Name: Armada ~ Uncertain
Desire to join the Black Knights: Undecided
Additional Notes: I'd like to be on the Star Gazer, but I didn't see it on yon list of Faction names, so consider that my choice if tha's allowed ^^;