Post by Verminz on Feb 21, 2011 20:32:26 GMT -5
Name: Lady Blazepaw Wildfire
Age: 45 Seasons
Species: Badger
Rank: Badger Lady
Personality: A very calm and just ruler, she rules with an iron fist of kindness, and though she is a very kind badger. No one can ignore that fierce warrior blood flows deep through her veins. A fierce warrior when the need arises. But it has been quite awhile and the days of peace have been long and prosperous, and yet she has an ever wary eye on the distant shores. For peace never seems to last too long on the mountain. Loves her daughter Celadin with all her soul.
Gets along with her hares like they were best chums, she cares deeply about each and everyone's safety. That's her only true weakness, sometimes she worries too much about her hares and not enough about herself, which can get her into quite the shenanigans sometimes. Also on a small note, has a delicate nose when it comes to the smell of jam.
Role Play Example:
"MARM! MARM! Vermins are attacking the blooming mountain wot!" A hare shouted out., awakening the badger from her peaceful slumber. Slowly she sat up, a soft "Huh? escaping her lips. Private Willywicker that patient soul waited for her to awake more, tapping his large foot on the solid floor before saying to her again. " Dreadful sorry to wake ya marm, but we seem to have a wee problem with some scum outside the mountain."
The Badger Lady sighed, oh fiddle faddle. Now of all times. She stood up, her large bulky body rippling with the power of a badger. She grabbed the powerful sword Shimmerstrike, time to show the vermins that the Badger Lady was not one to mess with.
She stormed outside the mountain, having hurried through the halls and caverns of her mountain home. As she burst out, she growled low, looking at the searats. Of course it had to be pathetic wimpy searats. That seemed to be all that ever attacked the mountain, rumours of great treasures filling their greedy eyes and hearts with hope.
The badger roared a test roar, trying to strike a little fear in their black hearts. She giggled slightly as they did jump back a little, obviously frightened of her. Her mind was wizzing with lust for battle. She felt the Bloodwrath flowing within her. The power it brought was limitless, while she did not like to express it, it had been such a long time since she had seen battle, and she was excited.
She quickly descended into the frey, dealing powerful blows left and right with her giant sword, made by her father's father and passed down to her. Rats scrambled too and fro, as if they had expected her to be weak and easy. She laughed and roared out, "Run you dirty scum! Run from Lady Wildfire! Hahahahahaha!"
Archers pointed arrows at her, preparing to shoot, but she only charged, what were a few battle wounds? Arrows penetrated her arms and legs, but she barely noticed behind her red glowing eyes.
She quickly killed the archers, sending the survivors scurrying to their ship. As the rats started to retreat, she giggled and roared out loud for all the world to hear, "EULALIAAAAAAAAA!!!". Her hares cheered her on with shouts of encouragement, not wanting to get to close to her.
She chased the stupid little rats all the way down to they're ship. Watching as they sailed away, she tried stepping in the water, but it's frosty chill kept her back. As The Bloodwrath faded from her system. She smiled and walked back towards her home, patting her hares on the back here and there.
Back to life, she doubted those rats would be back anytime soon. But who knew? For now though, time to get back to her duties. Running a mountain fortress wasn't an easy task after all. She felt her arms and legs start to sting slightly, she would have to see the medical hare, she had probably gotten wounded in her beserk rage.
Age: 45 Seasons
Species: Badger
Rank: Badger Lady
Personality: A very calm and just ruler, she rules with an iron fist of kindness, and though she is a very kind badger. No one can ignore that fierce warrior blood flows deep through her veins. A fierce warrior when the need arises. But it has been quite awhile and the days of peace have been long and prosperous, and yet she has an ever wary eye on the distant shores. For peace never seems to last too long on the mountain. Loves her daughter Celadin with all her soul.
Gets along with her hares like they were best chums, she cares deeply about each and everyone's safety. That's her only true weakness, sometimes she worries too much about her hares and not enough about herself, which can get her into quite the shenanigans sometimes. Also on a small note, has a delicate nose when it comes to the smell of jam.
Role Play Example:
"MARM! MARM! Vermins are attacking the blooming mountain wot!" A hare shouted out., awakening the badger from her peaceful slumber. Slowly she sat up, a soft "Huh? escaping her lips. Private Willywicker that patient soul waited for her to awake more, tapping his large foot on the solid floor before saying to her again. " Dreadful sorry to wake ya marm, but we seem to have a wee problem with some scum outside the mountain."
The Badger Lady sighed, oh fiddle faddle. Now of all times. She stood up, her large bulky body rippling with the power of a badger. She grabbed the powerful sword Shimmerstrike, time to show the vermins that the Badger Lady was not one to mess with.
She stormed outside the mountain, having hurried through the halls and caverns of her mountain home. As she burst out, she growled low, looking at the searats. Of course it had to be pathetic wimpy searats. That seemed to be all that ever attacked the mountain, rumours of great treasures filling their greedy eyes and hearts with hope.
The badger roared a test roar, trying to strike a little fear in their black hearts. She giggled slightly as they did jump back a little, obviously frightened of her. Her mind was wizzing with lust for battle. She felt the Bloodwrath flowing within her. The power it brought was limitless, while she did not like to express it, it had been such a long time since she had seen battle, and she was excited.
She quickly descended into the frey, dealing powerful blows left and right with her giant sword, made by her father's father and passed down to her. Rats scrambled too and fro, as if they had expected her to be weak and easy. She laughed and roared out, "Run you dirty scum! Run from Lady Wildfire! Hahahahahaha!"
Archers pointed arrows at her, preparing to shoot, but she only charged, what were a few battle wounds? Arrows penetrated her arms and legs, but she barely noticed behind her red glowing eyes.
She quickly killed the archers, sending the survivors scurrying to their ship. As the rats started to retreat, she giggled and roared out loud for all the world to hear, "EULALIAAAAAAAAA!!!". Her hares cheered her on with shouts of encouragement, not wanting to get to close to her.
She chased the stupid little rats all the way down to they're ship. Watching as they sailed away, she tried stepping in the water, but it's frosty chill kept her back. As The Bloodwrath faded from her system. She smiled and walked back towards her home, patting her hares on the back here and there.
Back to life, she doubted those rats would be back anytime soon. But who knew? For now though, time to get back to her duties. Running a mountain fortress wasn't an easy task after all. She felt her arms and legs start to sting slightly, she would have to see the medical hare, she had probably gotten wounded in her beserk rage.