Post by Ty on Mar 2, 2007 12:57:11 GMT -5
Name: Ty Franidor. He no longer bears the nickname of Fancypaws, because during his re-entry of slavery, he had beaten so bad the one time, that he completely forgot the first half of his life.
Original age: 19(now twenty one)
Species: Rat mouse mix
Gender: Male
Appearance: A average height, maybe even short and thin rat. This guy wouldn't look too intimidating if it weren't for the scar under his right eye, and the fact that when he is angry his glare could cut through concrete. His fur is a grayish tint and his eyes are your average blue. His Belly fur is whitish gray. His clothes are a black jacket with sleeves cut off, large silver belt, black arm bands and black pants. His gloves have finger holes and are raggedy.
Personality: An formally outspoken rat who no longer feels the way he used to. With his first half of his life lost, and bits and pieces of recent memory dusted away, he can't help but feel like his own happiness is nothing more than an illusional.
None the less, his mind has always been set on what would be good for others, not himself. He feels that if it is good for his comrades, then it was worth it, and heck, maybe after he gets some more comrades, he can lighten up again.
Weapons: His paws are just as deadly as his blades, that's why he was called fancy paws. He can disarm his average opponents very easily with his paw to paw skills, but if he has to, he has his blades, two fancy oddly shaped blades across his back, and two daggers at his side. His long range sucks, so he doesn't even bother.
History: He grew up in the south as a slave, but eventually was freed by his master. The only reason he was a slave was because his master was afraid he would run off and not protect him against the many hits on him. Though, after proving himself for most of his life, he was allowed to leave. As he sailed for a new home, he kept practicing his skills by making stops at random places and causing tavern fights everywhere. Finally, his travels bring him here.
Update of History: After being re-taken by his master, it wasn't too long before he murdered the scoundrel in his sleep, as well as his 'muscle'.
Witht he slaves they had, he tried to sail them to peaceful lands. Unfortunately, he only lead them to more slavery, due to a tyrant that owned the island they got stranded on.
Fortunately, the brave beast he was, he rounded up the slaves and previous peaceful living beasts that inhabited the island, and overthrew the tyrant.
Ty was then asked to stay as the warrior for the island but declinded, remembering the horde. Thus, he made his journey back after being given a boat.....
Family: None. He didn't even know them
Mate: None, and looking possibly
Friends: He can't remember really....
Likes: Relaxation, and quiet, but at times he can really love a good fight and challenge, Rum
Dislikes: Anyone who hurts him or his comrades, not even just friends, anyone that is part of his alliance, and traitors
Fears: Dieing unhonorably, and his friends dieing. He also HATES lizards.
Now, as for his regiment, he was never assigned one that I know of...
Original age: 19(now twenty one)
Species: Rat mouse mix
Gender: Male
Appearance: A average height, maybe even short and thin rat. This guy wouldn't look too intimidating if it weren't for the scar under his right eye, and the fact that when he is angry his glare could cut through concrete. His fur is a grayish tint and his eyes are your average blue. His Belly fur is whitish gray. His clothes are a black jacket with sleeves cut off, large silver belt, black arm bands and black pants. His gloves have finger holes and are raggedy.
Personality: An formally outspoken rat who no longer feels the way he used to. With his first half of his life lost, and bits and pieces of recent memory dusted away, he can't help but feel like his own happiness is nothing more than an illusional.
None the less, his mind has always been set on what would be good for others, not himself. He feels that if it is good for his comrades, then it was worth it, and heck, maybe after he gets some more comrades, he can lighten up again.
Weapons: His paws are just as deadly as his blades, that's why he was called fancy paws. He can disarm his average opponents very easily with his paw to paw skills, but if he has to, he has his blades, two fancy oddly shaped blades across his back, and two daggers at his side. His long range sucks, so he doesn't even bother.
History: He grew up in the south as a slave, but eventually was freed by his master. The only reason he was a slave was because his master was afraid he would run off and not protect him against the many hits on him. Though, after proving himself for most of his life, he was allowed to leave. As he sailed for a new home, he kept practicing his skills by making stops at random places and causing tavern fights everywhere. Finally, his travels bring him here.
Update of History: After being re-taken by his master, it wasn't too long before he murdered the scoundrel in his sleep, as well as his 'muscle'.
Witht he slaves they had, he tried to sail them to peaceful lands. Unfortunately, he only lead them to more slavery, due to a tyrant that owned the island they got stranded on.
Fortunately, the brave beast he was, he rounded up the slaves and previous peaceful living beasts that inhabited the island, and overthrew the tyrant.
Ty was then asked to stay as the warrior for the island but declinded, remembering the horde. Thus, he made his journey back after being given a boat.....
Family: None. He didn't even know them
Mate: None, and looking possibly
Friends: He can't remember really....
Likes: Relaxation, and quiet, but at times he can really love a good fight and challenge, Rum
Dislikes: Anyone who hurts him or his comrades, not even just friends, anyone that is part of his alliance, and traitors
Fears: Dieing unhonorably, and his friends dieing. He also HATES lizards.
Now, as for his regiment, he was never assigned one that I know of...