Post by Grickle Longcrest on Feb 9, 2009 19:52:13 GMT -5
PC Name: Grickle Longcrest
Gender: Male
Age: twenty-six
Species: Otter
Other Species: Newt
Appearance/Attire: Grickle is a crested newt of a sickly yellow color with black speckles dotting the whole of his skin in irregular blotches with on very large on covering half of his right eye. Scars from hard living lace him here and there but known are truly noteworthy. His eyes are a near black muddy brown. He wears a loose tan tunic and much stained brown breeches that are frayed at the cuffs. He also wears a frayed and weather worn overcoat that reaches down past his knees. He carries a long double ended reed throwing javelin but more eyecatching are the many throwing daggers that are worn at his waist and hips. As for the deadly deadly assorted throwing stars he carries, they are hidden all about his person out of sight but all who know him have seen him appear to be unarmed only to have a series of sharp missiles appear in his claws as if from thin air.
PC Image Link(s): N/A
Weapon(s): Javelin, Throwing Dagger(s), Throwing Stars
Other Weapon(s): N/A
Desired or Present Occupation: Grickle is currently merely a friend of the beasts who reside within the fort. Not a true resident he keeps beasts who would cause trouble from the Sandstone Swamp and often serves as a guide for anybeast wanting to go through or near the swamplands he calls home. He is a true master of guerilla tactics and concealment in the swamplands. Aside from his self-proclaimed duties as a guide, he also gathers marsh tubers and other such things to sell at the fort and occasionally works as an entertainer.
Weaknesses and Fears: For all his silvertongued bravado Grickle's name is actually derived from a sound he makes only under stress, usually in the form of fear. His greatest and most horrid fear is confinement underground. He can't stand being enclosed in a place for too long without making his tell-tale grrrriiiiiiik. He also can't help but be lured by incredibly sweet smells. Sometimes he becomes a virtual slave to his nose. Which is probably why he leads beasts through theswamp only if he receives payment in the form of good food.
Strengths and Desires: Grickle is a deadshot with his ranged weapons and nobeast has had the bad sense yet to trouble him with a challenge of that. Not only is he what a hare would call a 'perilous beast' he's almost a genius when it comes to using words despite his often solitary way of life. Grickle would love to earn the respect of all in Fort Emerald Bay and to that end he will do pretty much anything.
Personality: Grickle Longcrest is a consumate joker and silvertongue. He is always jesting and casting jibes at other beasts yet he is as friendly as the day is long. This good humour makes him an easy target for bullies but his reputation for quick claws prevent all but the dullest from pestering him overmuch. He loves pranks and frequently is found playing with the fort's Dibbuns on his visits.
History: Grickle was born in the Snadstone Swamp to the newts Reeder and Myst Loncrest. They had moved from one of the many marshlands that lay in the Mossflower Country. They left the swamp of their home when their tribe of reptiles declared war on the local woodlanders. Why the tribe mad ethe desicion is uncertain but it was made and the mor peace-inclined Longcrests fled to the South.
Eventually they came to Fort Emerald Bay and took residence in the Sandstone Swamp. Eventually Grickle was born and the parents rejoiced. However the joy was shortlived, because a mere two years later Myst fell ill. She had always been a delicate creature and the fever soon took her life. Reeder was heartbroken but he had his son to look after. Reeder an industrious fellow by nature taught his son to throw knives to defend himself against enemies but mostly he taught Grickle wood/swampcraft.
Grickle grew and together with his father they earned a place in the swamp. However as things go Reeder eventually fell ill as well. Grickle cared for jhim as best he could but his father's condition continued to deterioate until he at last died. Grickle was heartbroken but seasons passed and now his father is a fond memory. Now Grickle lives alone and does much as he will. Though he still maintains a good friendship with the creatures in the Fort.
Animal Companion(s) ~ Name(s) and Species: N/A
Image/Bio Companion(s) Link(s): N/A
Personal NPC(s) / Names and Species: N/A
Image/Bio Personal NPC(s) Link(s): N/A
Number of FEB Characters: 1
Faction: Citizen ~ Fort Resident
Faction Name:
Desire to join the Black Knights: Undecided
Additional Notes: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: twenty-six
Species: Otter
Other Species: Newt
Appearance/Attire: Grickle is a crested newt of a sickly yellow color with black speckles dotting the whole of his skin in irregular blotches with on very large on covering half of his right eye. Scars from hard living lace him here and there but known are truly noteworthy. His eyes are a near black muddy brown. He wears a loose tan tunic and much stained brown breeches that are frayed at the cuffs. He also wears a frayed and weather worn overcoat that reaches down past his knees. He carries a long double ended reed throwing javelin but more eyecatching are the many throwing daggers that are worn at his waist and hips. As for the deadly deadly assorted throwing stars he carries, they are hidden all about his person out of sight but all who know him have seen him appear to be unarmed only to have a series of sharp missiles appear in his claws as if from thin air.
PC Image Link(s): N/A
Weapon(s): Javelin, Throwing Dagger(s), Throwing Stars
Other Weapon(s): N/A
Desired or Present Occupation: Grickle is currently merely a friend of the beasts who reside within the fort. Not a true resident he keeps beasts who would cause trouble from the Sandstone Swamp and often serves as a guide for anybeast wanting to go through or near the swamplands he calls home. He is a true master of guerilla tactics and concealment in the swamplands. Aside from his self-proclaimed duties as a guide, he also gathers marsh tubers and other such things to sell at the fort and occasionally works as an entertainer.
Weaknesses and Fears: For all his silvertongued bravado Grickle's name is actually derived from a sound he makes only under stress, usually in the form of fear. His greatest and most horrid fear is confinement underground. He can't stand being enclosed in a place for too long without making his tell-tale grrrriiiiiiik. He also can't help but be lured by incredibly sweet smells. Sometimes he becomes a virtual slave to his nose. Which is probably why he leads beasts through theswamp only if he receives payment in the form of good food.
Strengths and Desires: Grickle is a deadshot with his ranged weapons and nobeast has had the bad sense yet to trouble him with a challenge of that. Not only is he what a hare would call a 'perilous beast' he's almost a genius when it comes to using words despite his often solitary way of life. Grickle would love to earn the respect of all in Fort Emerald Bay and to that end he will do pretty much anything.
Personality: Grickle Longcrest is a consumate joker and silvertongue. He is always jesting and casting jibes at other beasts yet he is as friendly as the day is long. This good humour makes him an easy target for bullies but his reputation for quick claws prevent all but the dullest from pestering him overmuch. He loves pranks and frequently is found playing with the fort's Dibbuns on his visits.
History: Grickle was born in the Snadstone Swamp to the newts Reeder and Myst Loncrest. They had moved from one of the many marshlands that lay in the Mossflower Country. They left the swamp of their home when their tribe of reptiles declared war on the local woodlanders. Why the tribe mad ethe desicion is uncertain but it was made and the mor peace-inclined Longcrests fled to the South.
Eventually they came to Fort Emerald Bay and took residence in the Sandstone Swamp. Eventually Grickle was born and the parents rejoiced. However the joy was shortlived, because a mere two years later Myst fell ill. She had always been a delicate creature and the fever soon took her life. Reeder was heartbroken but he had his son to look after. Reeder an industrious fellow by nature taught his son to throw knives to defend himself against enemies but mostly he taught Grickle wood/swampcraft.
Grickle grew and together with his father they earned a place in the swamp. However as things go Reeder eventually fell ill as well. Grickle cared for jhim as best he could but his father's condition continued to deterioate until he at last died. Grickle was heartbroken but seasons passed and now his father is a fond memory. Now Grickle lives alone and does much as he will. Though he still maintains a good friendship with the creatures in the Fort.
Animal Companion(s) ~ Name(s) and Species: N/A
Image/Bio Companion(s) Link(s): N/A
Personal NPC(s) / Names and Species: N/A
Image/Bio Personal NPC(s) Link(s): N/A
Number of FEB Characters: 1
Faction: Citizen ~ Fort Resident
Faction Name:
Desire to join the Black Knights: Undecided
Additional Notes: N/A
