I first found the original thread back in October, and I immediately had a very clear image of who I wanted to make. She named herself a few weeks later, and her personality has been developing in my head ever since.
Name: Haswar
Species: Silver Ferret
Stage/Gender: Adult Female
Tribe: Fleuve
Physical Description:
_____Coat Color/Patterns: Haswar is largely silver and white with a very distinctive mask and a dark grey nose. In addition to her mask, her silver markings are most prominently on her ears and around her forearms and hands, her knees to her ankles, along her back, the tops of her shoulders, and her tail, and they fade to white/light grey around her belly, upper arms, and torso.
_____Eye Color: Her eyes are deep blue but lighter/faded at the edges with age (not that it matters for the cert since female ferrets' eyes are closed - this is just for reference, though if I could possibly get her eyes edited to be slightly open/half-lidded in a sort of "b***h, please." expression, I would be ecstatic ).
_____Notable Physical Traits: Thanks to a wound she sustained when she was abducted by the clan of carnivorous squirrels, her left ear sags to the side and is physically incapable of lifting anymore. She can still hear out of it just fine, but the tendons responsible for movement are permanently damaged.
Clothing: She wears a faded poncho which falls off her right shoulder (think the Aldebaran pose of the Seracila Pendant in wearing style). It's tattered along the edges with age despite her best attempts to take care of it. She also wears a slightly faded kerchief (colors of both the poncho and the kerchief are up to the colorist to determine what looks best; my only preference is that the colors aren't excessively bright or dark).
Accessories: She always carries her satchel (dark brown and slightly tattered from years of use and life in the forest) with her which she uses to gather, carry, and keep herbs, potions, and salves on-hand whenever she needs them or to carry stock to Mossflower. It rests on her left hip (not obscured by the poncho), but the strap goes under the poncho and over her right shoulder (visible since the poncho falls off that shoulder).
Personality: Haswar has quite a few years under her proverbial belt and, as such, has a rather distant, almost jaded outlook on life. She prefers to avoid conflict with other tribes, but she also isn't one to be bossed around by "young punks" and will not hesitate to defend herself or teach someone a lesson if she feels he/she "needs" it. First and foremost, however, she's a healer and communes regularly from her burrow in Fleuve to the neutral territory of Mossflower both to sell the herbal remedies and bandages she makes as well as to sell her services patching up unfortunate youngsters who got in over their heads in a fight. All who find themselves under her "tender" mercies should prepare themselves for a stern lecture and possibly a smack upside the head depending on the reason they find themselves under her care. Her tone and tongue are harsh, but she means well. While she understands the feuds between the different clans, that doesn't mean she likes to see young Crestians potentially throwing their lives away trying to fight one another.
Name: Haswar
Species: Silver Ferret
Stage/Gender: Adult Female
Tribe: Fleuve
Physical Description:
_____Coat Color/Patterns: Haswar is largely silver and white with a very distinctive mask and a dark grey nose. In addition to her mask, her silver markings are most prominently on her ears and around her forearms and hands, her knees to her ankles, along her back, the tops of her shoulders, and her tail, and they fade to white/light grey around her belly, upper arms, and torso.
_____Eye Color: Her eyes are deep blue but lighter/faded at the edges with age (not that it matters for the cert since female ferrets' eyes are closed - this is just for reference, though if I could possibly get her eyes edited to be slightly open/half-lidded in a sort of "b***h, please." expression, I would be ecstatic ).
_____Notable Physical Traits: Thanks to a wound she sustained when she was abducted by the clan of carnivorous squirrels, her left ear sags to the side and is physically incapable of lifting anymore. She can still hear out of it just fine, but the tendons responsible for movement are permanently damaged.
Clothing: She wears a faded poncho which falls off her right shoulder (think the Aldebaran pose of the Seracila Pendant in wearing style). It's tattered along the edges with age despite her best attempts to take care of it. She also wears a slightly faded kerchief (colors of both the poncho and the kerchief are up to the colorist to determine what looks best; my only preference is that the colors aren't excessively bright or dark).
Accessories: She always carries her satchel (dark brown and slightly tattered from years of use and life in the forest) with her which she uses to gather, carry, and keep herbs, potions, and salves on-hand whenever she needs them or to carry stock to Mossflower. It rests on her left hip (not obscured by the poncho), but the strap goes under the poncho and over her right shoulder (visible since the poncho falls off that shoulder).
Personality: Haswar has quite a few years under her proverbial belt and, as such, has a rather distant, almost jaded outlook on life. She prefers to avoid conflict with other tribes, but she also isn't one to be bossed around by "young punks" and will not hesitate to defend herself or teach someone a lesson if she feels he/she "needs" it. First and foremost, however, she's a healer and communes regularly from her burrow in Fleuve to the neutral territory of Mossflower both to sell the herbal remedies and bandages she makes as well as to sell her services patching up unfortunate youngsters who got in over their heads in a fight. All who find themselves under her "tender" mercies should prepare themselves for a stern lecture and possibly a smack upside the head depending on the reason they find themselves under her care. Her tone and tongue are harsh, but she means well. While she understands the feuds between the different clans, that doesn't mean she likes to see young Crestians potentially throwing their lives away trying to fight one another.
