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 Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:19 am
Aurrie's Quests!
Name / Species / Sex / Obtained
Oakhop / Mockingbird / M / N
Jukka / Otter / M / Y
Torn Bane / Fox / F / N
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:51 am
Name: Oakhop
Species: Songbird - Northern Mockingbird
Gender: Male
Clan: Woodhaven
Nature: Incessantly Verbose
Feather Color: His feathers are dusty in color, what with his wings being the darkest, his upper body just after that, and his lower chest and legs lighter in hue. His dark beak continues with a dark strike over his eyes and white bars cross his wings and his tail.
Eye Color: Amber
Edits: Any edits are completely up to the colorist c: <3 Oak is known for collecting bits and baubles when he can and refuses to fly, claiming that his ol' "broken wing" is giving him the fits, so something like a scarf or glasses or anything like that really wouldn't get in the way of his flying.
Personality: Oakhop talks. A lot. He's generally fairly cheerful and he loves to help others, though his presence can often be seen as a nuisance, because he can't quite tell when he's overstayed his welcome or when a story is a bit offensive. He's well known for being a glutton and will "sample" or "taste test" most food that's been left unguarded, but his dear ol' denmate and rescuer is fairly good at keeping him at bay. (A hint, it usually involves a right good smack with a ladle.) He is also very much a layabout. Small tasks are no sweat and he does like to help, but he has it firmly lodged in his mind that he will spend the rest of his days with his good buddy, Haliford, who seems to have come to the conclusion that the feathery windbag won't ever leave on his own accord. The mockingbird insists that his wing, which was once broken, is too damaged for him to fly ever again.
Even though it's perfectly fine.
He can be on the territorial side, however, though many creatures do not usually see this. It runs in the blood and is a common trait amongst his species. If someone who doesn't belong comes too near to the places and creatures he loves, he'll give them a right good piece of mind, especially if that stranger appears menacing. But all in all, he really is a kindhearted creature and it's that eager kindheartedness that has led to so many others putting up with his presence.
History: Oakhop was born rather far south. In fact, he was born so far south, away from chilly weather, that migration was never needed. Why his family chose to do so was beyond him, but he followed faithfully and continued to migrate after he struck out on his own. It was during one of those particular migrations, that he found himself stuck in Woodhaven with Haliford. A bit of a storm, a few miscalculations, and BAM! Right smack into a tree.
Fortunately, the worst wound he suffered was a broken left wing. It was thought that it wouldn't heal, but it had, thanks to the tender care of the hedgehog and surrounding critters that took interest in his case. He's been in Woodhaven ever since, stubbornly sticking with the hedgehog that saved his life. Whether his sticking around is out of laziness or out of duty is up for debate and he's the only critter that truly knows, though most anyone, laziness would be the first guess.
Reference Images: [x][x][x] [x]
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 10:57 am
Name: Jukka
Species: Otter
Gender: Male
Clan: Fleuve
Nature: Pragmatic
Fur Color: His main coat color consists of a rich brown hue, while his throat and underbelly are creamy. His fur is dyed with brightly hued marks beneath his eyes, on his flanks, and across his tail. He is, by no means a young creature, but he is not yet considered elderly, though a few gray strands do fleck his muzzle.
Eye Color: Green
Edits: Jukka adorns himself with all sorts of trinkets that he has found and gathered over his travels, including a red beaded, feather clad necklace that has a fang hanging at it's heard, almost as a pendant. Matching feathers dangle from his right ear, which is is twice pierced with hoops, while his left is thrice pierced with studs. He also has two tail rings and a belt and two pouches made of animal hide, the main pouch stuffed with all sorts of home herbal remedies, while the smaller is full of little "treats" for the well behaved youngsters and rather "brave" patients. He also has a dagger, though he rarely needs to use it. His right eye was blinded a few seasons ago in a rather rough tumble with a fox.
Personality: Jukka is quite a tender, caring old soul, though he can come off as callous or unkind when irked. Generally, he is the sort to do his best to help every creature that comes his way, even if that includes a hard dose of "tough love." He can be pushy and stubborn to a fault, but has difficulty in ever telling another creature no when his assistance is needed. He will also not pass up any creature that requires medical assistance, regardless of faction or species. He simply deems it his duty to provide aid. If the particular creature he is helping happens to be more villainous, well, he'd fork 'em over to the right "authorities" when done, so long as those "authorities" don't intend to cause more bodily harm.
He simply adores little ones, something he and his badger compadre share in common, and it isn't unusual for him to volunteer his time and effort into watching them. Though he can seem somewhat overly serious in most of his day to day activities, he is still an otter, a species renowned for being fun loving, and that side of him shows best when it comes to entertaining youngsters.
History: Jukka was born and raised to early adulthood in Fleuve, though he struck out on his own shortly after, following the waterways as far as he could possibly travel. In his younger seasons, he was a fearless scrapper, but a particular rough bout with a fox, the one that cost him his eye in fact, he nearly met his end. His saving grace was the kindness of that particular fox's youngest sister, who insisted that she saw "potential" in the rather roughed up otter. She took him under her wing, teaching him all she knew of medicine and home remedies. He spent many seasons with her, until he felt ready to return to Fleuve. It was in this trek that he befriended his closest ally and traveling companion, Mal the Badger, who had been in a rather tight pickle when the otter found him. After a rough, yet successful attack on the water rats that had the badger surrounded, the two became fast friends.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 2:32 pm
Name: Torn Bane
Species: Fox
Gender: Female
Clan: Fangroot
Nature: Malicious
Fur Color: Her fur, where not dyed, is a dusty brown, with a pale, creamy throat, chest, lower sides, across the back of her legs, and under her tail. Her fur is streaked with dyes concocted from a mixture of leaves, berries, and the contents of various, discarded containers she found alongside the highway many seasons ago. The bluish and orangish concoctions stripe her pelt here and there, but are so worn from the seasons that they aren't nearly as visible as they once were.
Eye Color: Ice Blue
Edits: Torn Bane is a frighting, rather unsettling figure that takes pride in the ways others see her. She takes care to make herself look as fearsome and as otherworldly as physically possible, because that appearance has saved her life on multiple occasions. She was born a rather runty creature, though her sheer personality was always enough to make up for it. In effort to make herself look larger and more dangerous, she slew a male fox, one who caused her dire grievances, much larger than herself and fashioned her "costume." His skull crowns the top of her head, obscuring her face, while his silvery-blue pelt was fashioned into a cloak that adorns her back. Various trinkets of bones, beads, and feathers dangle from her neck, adorn her fore paws, and laden her tail. Her fangs and claws are sharpened to needle points and she carries a small satchel of various powders and poisons. Her name comes from not only her vicious deadliness, but her tattered ears, scars, and general raggedness.
Personality: Torn Bane is certainly a creature one would not wish to cross. She is ruthless and calculating, yet at the same time nurturing towards her "family," which only consists of The Bone Collector and his troops. As the troop's shaman, she makes a point to familiar herself with each and every member, speaking soothingly to them as she assesses whether or not they are still able-pawed and useful. She is very much like a mother to all members, yet at the same time is an embodiment of death. Those who are too weak in the mind or body are dispatched of swiftly and silently at her paws, to ensure that the troop runs as smoothly as possible. She takes it upon herself to ensure the health of her fellow troop members and often also monitors the flow of incoming members, whether it be by birth or other means.
History: Torn Bane was not the name she had been brought into the world with, though she will adamantly insist that it's her only, one, true name. She was, however, born as Littlestripe, named for a stripe-like mark beneath her eyes, though it has not been seen in many seasons.
She had been born one of two pups to an overly adventurous pair of young foxes who traveled throughout Stonecrest, bartering and trading as they went. Much of their dealings were underhanded, though the pups knew nothing of this, and their parents made many enemies. She was only a small thing, yet was certainly old enough to remember the night Squallear and his gang dispatched her small family and left her for dead. The silver-blue fox made a mistake he would regret seasons later, when the young brown and white fox stood over his rotting corpse.
Her saving grace had been The Bone Collector, who she tailed through Stonecrest for many seasons, before she discovered him and he set her on her quest to retrieve the skull of her greatest foe. She brought back his pelt, too, which she donned proudly. She went on to serve the Bone Collecter, even as they settled in Fangroot.
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