Medlar
Player: Lyran
Name: Medlar
Nicknames: None
Species: Sentinel of Noctua
Age: Adult
Hatch Date: 04/16/200?
Type: Wildtype
Task: Minder
Personality: Calm, caring, and patient, but willing to be firm when need be, Medlar has just about the perfect temperament for a minder. Generally understanding, he likes just about everyone and tries very hard not to judge anyone until he truly gets to know them well. He is also generally pacifistic and a lover of all life.
History: Medlar's father was a hunter, his mother a minder. As such, he grew up in the minder's enclave, and was sort of unofficially apprenticed as a minder as he grew up, helping out wherever he could once he was old enough. It was not in the least bit surprising that once he grew up, he too became a minder.
Territory: A birch tree in the minder's enclave
Mate: None
Companions: Nope
Other: Proud member of "The He-Owl Woman Haters' Club" Barkhaven
Part Ib – Will
Strength: 4
Accuracy: 2
Affinity: None
Bracken:
Part I – The Sentinel
Player: Lyran
Name: Bracken
Nicknames: Occasionally goes by "Brack"
Species: Sentinel of the Noctua
Age: Young Adult
Hatch Date: 26/05/200?
Type: Aberrant
Task: Hunter
Personality: Bracken is generally laid-back and good natured. He would describe himself as "a hunter with the heart of a bard". Because of his keen eyesight and knack for fishing and hunting, he was fortunately convinced to be a hunter rather than a bard. He has no comedic timing to speak of, can't sing a note in tune, no sense of rhythm, and very low levels of Will. Despite this, he has a flair for the dramatic, and though he isn't a good storyteller in the slightest, he has a million to tell. Including his "one that got away". No, really. The fish was actually that big, he swears! Big as the Brigadier, maybe even bigger! Since he is a hunter, and is occasionally leaves the main areas of Noctua in his job, no one can prove most of the stories he tells are probable fabricated. Though more would most likely believe them if he didn't change them with each telling. For the most part, sensible Sentinels will adopt a "nod and pretend you're listening" approach when Bracken asks them if they want to hear a story about his latest hunting expidition, or have urgent and pressing business elsewhere. He fancies himself a bit of a ladies' Sentinel, and will frequently try to impress any female Sentinels in the vicinity. Usually unsuccessfully.
History: Bracken grew up with an aptitude for hunting, and interestingly fishing. Despite his love of bards, and interest in being one, the lucky Sentinels of Noctua were spared him becoming one when the adults around him convinced him to become a hunter.
Territory: His territory is average sized for a young male his age, and is on the river that runs near the edge of Noctua. He roosts in a particularly gnarled old tree with branches that hang out over said river.
Mate: None
Companions: Yes
Part II – Companions
Name: Fern
Species: Parus
Age: Adult
Speech Ability: 3
Skill: Being generally annoying. In all honesty, if Bracken wasn't as good natured as he is, he probably would have eaten her by now. She's a chatterbox who doesn't really have anything of importance to say, and is only quiet when Bracken is hunting.
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