Tukrulor

[Tukrulor]

Name: Tukrulor
Age: Thirty-Two Years
Birthplace: Mossflower Woods
Gender: Female
Species: Weasel
Job/Position: Small Hoard Leader
Physical Description:

Tukrulor is a gorgeous weasel and she certainly knows it. She has a bright white coat, year long that she prises more then just about anything else. She is not vein but she can be seen preening her coat very oftain. She has no colouration marks and is able to blend pirfectly with her surroundings in the winter. Her eyes, nose and whiskers are a dark chocolatey brown, oftain mistaken for black in the right lighting. She has a very long, slender body, even more so then most weasles. Her paws are small and quick and her nails are usually in points.

She carries herself with the pride and honour of her title and she takes the love of her hoardmates very personally. She dresses as they do, in a simple brown tunic and flowey pants of a matching colour. She wears a belt around her weist that holds her ex-mate's dagger. Though she rarely uses it, she keeps it as a reminder of how horrible he was to the hoard. She wears a single looped earing in her right ear and her wrists are coveret in bracelets from her loots and raids. She has a thing for shiney. Her spear is always in paw, even when she sleeps.

She wears two gold anklets and a toe ring on her right back paw. these where taken from her first loot and are very special to her. She also can be seen with her Bag of Healing nearly all the time, looped over her left shoulder.

Belongings:

Tukrulor doesn't have much in the way of personal possetions apart from he spear and her herb bag that are both with her 24/7. The spear is a gorgeously carved mahogany shaft with vine carvings up the handel and around the base. The handel itself, which is slightly thinner then the rest of the shaft, is wrapped in a soft leather. The arrow head is a hematite stone that has been pollished and sharppened repetatively. The bag, which she reffers to as her Bag of healin, is a simple leather bag with tons of pockets that hold different herbs and healing supplies.

Personality:

Tukrulor is a relatively kind vermin, especially to her own hoard members. After seasons of watching her mate's rule, she realized they only did what he said because they feared him, but at night, they spoke of rebbelling and murdering all who where close to him. (more in history) Tukrulor realized that ruling in fear was not the way to go and when she assumed the title of leader, she made many changes, including how she treated the other vermin. She spends time with them each and knows them all by name. She looks to their interests and makes sure they all well fed, usually before herself. And most notably, she is loved by each and every member of her hoard.

Regardless of the love and respect she gets from her hoard, Tuk is still a vermin leader, which means her love does not extend to anyone outside of her hoard. She is ruthless to outsiders and will kill anyone who stands in her way. She is brilliant and very strait forward. She knows what needs to be done and how they are to get done and she acts on them. Some say she is soft because of how she treats her vermin but the few that have stood up to her found out that she is far from soft. With her entire hoard backing her 110%, she can take down nearlly anyone.

She does have a rather unique soft spot for moles and will do her best not to kill any. Although she would never let any one else know, there have actually been many times that she'd heard about a mole family living nearby and perpousfully taken a longer route to get around them. She finds their speech addorable and funny. She has a deep loathing for squirrels, however because of one particular family that gave her quite a hard time. She has been hunting down one of the squirrels because he wounded her quite heavily. Luckily, due to her own healing skills, she recovered.

She is a very skilled spearer and an excelent fisher. She is also the healer of her hoard, though her younger sister is their seer. She is skilled witht he herbs found around Mossflower and knows them all by smell and touch alone. There have been few that she has been inable to save from injuries.

History:

Tukrulor was born to two...unloving parents. In fact, she never really knew who exactly her parents where. She was born into the hoard but no one really claimed her as their own child. It was the same with all of the babes of the hoard but she had always found it alittle unerving. Despite that, she grew up learning the ways of her people. She had a few friends, including a weasle only a few seasons younger then herself. Everyone said how much they looked alike that everryone just assumed they where sisters.

Tuk learned from a very young age how to weild a spear. The spear was something of a sacred weapon to her tribe and they thought she had the right 'stuff' to learn to use it and boy where they right! She was a cold-stoned killer with her spear be it to fish or other creatures whom sh was told to take down. She was so skilled, that the hoard leader took her under his paw. The leader's mate started teacher her to heal as well because that was the job of the leader's mate. When she grew old enough, she would choose a mate, the best male int he hoard, to take her side as the new leader.

Of course it was no secret how increadibly beautiful Tuk. That coupled with her new power and choices, nearly every male in the hoard, weasel or not did their best to cort her. Eventually, she chose one, not for his kindness or appearence, but because she thought he would be a puppet to control.

Boy was she wrong. Over the following seasons, she realized that he had is own plans when it came to the hoard and he would listen to neither Tuk or her sister. The hoard members lived in fear that one of them would not wake up the next morning because of their leader's random outbursts of anger. So Tuk took things into her own paws. One night when her mate was asleep she woke and drew his daggr from the sheith in his coat and she slit his throat. when he was found dead the next morning, the hoard rejoiced and allowed her to lead the hoard on her own, without choosing a new mate.

They followed her through thick and thin; no one ever forgot the way they where treated before her rule. They went to sleep in peace now and woke up to a warm meal. All was well.

But they where still a vermin hoard and the still had vermin intentions. On a march through Mossflower, they came apon a group of squirrels. Not having seen much action in the recient past, Tok let her vermin run wild among them and kill and take what they wanted. One of them was an older squirrel and Tuk decided that she would have some fun as well. As he decended from a tree, she threw her spear in a pirfect arch to catch and penitrate the old creature's heart. The problem with a spear, however, is that once you throw it, you don't have a weapon until you get it back.

After her toss and murder, she headed over to retrieve her spear but was met by a younger, more fiersom squirrel that, full of rage, shoved a sword through her stomach. The shock and pain that ran through her was too much and she fell to the floor. The squirrel mistook her for dead and while the vermin collected her body and retreated, they rejoiced.

Back at their camp, the vermin prayed and cryed for their fallen leader, hoping she would survive the night. After over a week of healing and praying, she stumbled from the tent, scared and still in pain, but alive. The hoard threw their battle cries to the sky in happiness as they thanked her and her sister for keeping her alive.

After many seasons, Tukrulor and her vermin have not forgotten this experience and they hunt down that squirrel and his family to take revenge.

Code Words: Applesauce Triffle

[Treble Tiderunner]

I'm sorry, No More Hordes are being accepted. That goes for small ones too, and little vermin bands. Would prefer you join an existing horde or group, thanks!

[Rakko]

Hmm...are there any older not played very much hordes that she could have been a part of and taken over?

[Rakko]

I would like to mention that I wish to keep this bio as a WIP until new hoards are being accepted.