Post by Kat on Feb 18, 2011 10:53:26 GMT -5
Name: April Southern
Age: 23 seasons
Species: Squirrel
Rank: Abbess
Personality: All in all, April is a very outspoken squirrel. She came from a tribe of warrior archers, so she was raised in a different manner that the dibbuns of Redwall. She loves taking care of people, and although she can come off a bit blunt sometimes, she would never harm an innocent creature.
April is also emotional. She lets her heart guide her through most situations, and sometimes that is her downfall. But she has a level-headedness about her that balances out the emotions, and many come to her for advice or to be soothed during troubling times. Her emotions are what help her lead the abbey.
Role Play Example:
There is a horde of vermin outside, threatening the creatures under your protection and have already killed a couple that weren't expecting it. Write up a post about how your character would react to such a thing and what they would do to fight them off.
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She'd already given them a warning. But they'd ignored it. Then she had her warrior and his underlings board the ramparts, to make the abbey seem more...threatening. But the vermin refused to go. Normally she would have sent the warrior out, but when she caught word that the vermin had killed a few of her own that had been outside of the abbey to gather herbs and things from the wood...April almost lost it. She'd just recently become Abbess...there was no way she would lose her title or let every beast within Redwall doubt her! Rage seethed within the tribal squirrel, and she hitched up her robes to meet with Redwall's warrior on the ramparts.
A group of vermin, five in all, had killed a mole and two mice who were returning from a daily chore. It broke April's heart to hear of the news, and her spirit broke even more when she saw the bloody bodies sprawled out on the ground before the abbey walls. Her red eyes narrowed down on the vermin, seemingly without a leader; her rage intensifying the color of those eyes. They would not get away with this. Thankfully the dibbuns were inside, tucked away in the abbey so they were not subjected to the sights that came with vermin and their kind; the scum! A small growl escaped her throat as she leaned over the ramparts, pointing a finger at the creatures below.
"You will PAY for the sadness you have brought here today! I will NOT allow you to leave here!" Her voice was sturdy and loud for such a small creature, and it seemed her words had given the vermin second thoughts. Two of the rats turned tail and tried to run off, while the other three stood their ground behind the dead bodies of April's children. As soon as the vermin tried to high-tail it out of there, April looked to her warrior and his underlings, nodding. Something was spoken between them with only their eyes, and he gathered his fighters up and raced toward the gate.
Together, her fighters were twelve in total; more than enough to defeat the stupid, vile creatures outside her door. April, too, grabbed a staff used for practicing swordsmanship, and she, along with other capable members of the abbey, stood guard at each of the abbey's entrances as the warrior and his team gave chase to the murderous crew. From April's perspective on the ramparts, the fight was short and brutal. The rats were no match for her warrior; his blade slashed through their matted fur with much ease. The Abbess smiled at their victory, and the warrior threw the bodies into the wood; they didn't deserve a proper burial.
Once again, April's eyes met her warrior's, and they spoke with their contact and nothing more. Soon after the male and his comrades had gathered the bodies of the slain up from the ground and brought them into the abbey, where the elders gathered to place them at rest. With a prayer April closed the sad ceremony and every beast seemed to look to her for comfort in this sad time, and April willingly took the silence to speak. "My dear children." She began holding her arms up for all to see. "This was truly a sad time, to see our loved ones taken before our eyes. But they did not die in vain! Their murderers paid for their actions, and their deaths are a sign to every beast around; do not mess with Redwall and our loved ones! We will fight back!" Cheers arose from the crowd and April smiled, seeing their morale increase.
"Thank you all for paying respects. Now, let us end this day peacefully." And with that the Abbess led her people into the Great Hall, where they were reunited with the dibbuns to eat their dinner meal.
Age: 23 seasons
Species: Squirrel
Rank: Abbess
Personality: All in all, April is a very outspoken squirrel. She came from a tribe of warrior archers, so she was raised in a different manner that the dibbuns of Redwall. She loves taking care of people, and although she can come off a bit blunt sometimes, she would never harm an innocent creature.
April is also emotional. She lets her heart guide her through most situations, and sometimes that is her downfall. But she has a level-headedness about her that balances out the emotions, and many come to her for advice or to be soothed during troubling times. Her emotions are what help her lead the abbey.
Role Play Example:
There is a horde of vermin outside, threatening the creatures under your protection and have already killed a couple that weren't expecting it. Write up a post about how your character would react to such a thing and what they would do to fight them off.
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She'd already given them a warning. But they'd ignored it. Then she had her warrior and his underlings board the ramparts, to make the abbey seem more...threatening. But the vermin refused to go. Normally she would have sent the warrior out, but when she caught word that the vermin had killed a few of her own that had been outside of the abbey to gather herbs and things from the wood...April almost lost it. She'd just recently become Abbess...there was no way she would lose her title or let every beast within Redwall doubt her! Rage seethed within the tribal squirrel, and she hitched up her robes to meet with Redwall's warrior on the ramparts.
A group of vermin, five in all, had killed a mole and two mice who were returning from a daily chore. It broke April's heart to hear of the news, and her spirit broke even more when she saw the bloody bodies sprawled out on the ground before the abbey walls. Her red eyes narrowed down on the vermin, seemingly without a leader; her rage intensifying the color of those eyes. They would not get away with this. Thankfully the dibbuns were inside, tucked away in the abbey so they were not subjected to the sights that came with vermin and their kind; the scum! A small growl escaped her throat as she leaned over the ramparts, pointing a finger at the creatures below.
"You will PAY for the sadness you have brought here today! I will NOT allow you to leave here!" Her voice was sturdy and loud for such a small creature, and it seemed her words had given the vermin second thoughts. Two of the rats turned tail and tried to run off, while the other three stood their ground behind the dead bodies of April's children. As soon as the vermin tried to high-tail it out of there, April looked to her warrior and his underlings, nodding. Something was spoken between them with only their eyes, and he gathered his fighters up and raced toward the gate.
Together, her fighters were twelve in total; more than enough to defeat the stupid, vile creatures outside her door. April, too, grabbed a staff used for practicing swordsmanship, and she, along with other capable members of the abbey, stood guard at each of the abbey's entrances as the warrior and his team gave chase to the murderous crew. From April's perspective on the ramparts, the fight was short and brutal. The rats were no match for her warrior; his blade slashed through their matted fur with much ease. The Abbess smiled at their victory, and the warrior threw the bodies into the wood; they didn't deserve a proper burial.
Once again, April's eyes met her warrior's, and they spoke with their contact and nothing more. Soon after the male and his comrades had gathered the bodies of the slain up from the ground and brought them into the abbey, where the elders gathered to place them at rest. With a prayer April closed the sad ceremony and every beast seemed to look to her for comfort in this sad time, and April willingly took the silence to speak. "My dear children." She began holding her arms up for all to see. "This was truly a sad time, to see our loved ones taken before our eyes. But they did not die in vain! Their murderers paid for their actions, and their deaths are a sign to every beast around; do not mess with Redwall and our loved ones! We will fight back!" Cheers arose from the crowd and April smiled, seeing their morale increase.
"Thank you all for paying respects. Now, let us end this day peacefully." And with that the Abbess led her people into the Great Hall, where they were reunited with the dibbuns to eat their dinner meal.