Post by Addersbane on Mar 25, 2011 20:44:12 GMT -6
Name: Addersbane
Age: 24 Years
Birthplace: The North
Gender: Male
Species: Stoat
Job/Position: N/A
Physical Description:
Age: 24 Years
Birthplace: The North
Gender: Male
Species: Stoat
Job/Position: N/A
Physical Description:
A stoat like any other, well not really. Addersbane is mostly like any other stoat, other than the fact he is a good inch longer in body, his muscle mass equivalent to this increase in height and is possessed of a permanently white complexion. Why is this you may ask? Well, it comes from many moons ago when he got into a fight with the creature that his name comes from, the creature bit into his head and the ensuing damage from the fangs and toxins not only left him with the scarring across his skull, but also damage in the area that regulated the growth of fur according to the season. This of course means that since his fur is always thick and silky, he gets quite hot during the summer months and this can be quite a disadvantage.Belongings:
What else can be said for this creature? Well, he has few markings to tell him apart from other stoats (aside from what was previously mentioned, of course) but he is missing his tongue, therefore making him mute. Oh, as a side note he is missing a single claw on his right forepaw.
Belongings? Well, this creature of ill intent possesses no belongings other than a large sword that is strapped to his back, a strong straight blade forged from titanium, making it stronger than most other conventional swords for it's weight.Personality:
Hmmmm, what makes Addersbane who he is? Well, first of all he has always been a sort of cruel kind of creature, sadistic to the point where he went around lopping the heads of little field mice just because he could. However, of late he has become...stupider, maybe it's just the fact that he succeeded in slaying an adder, or maybe it is the poison acting upon his brain, but he fears nothing and fights stupidly. He goes after creatures larger than he, he attempts to jump ravines that he has no hope of clearing, really he is at a point where he should be dead but through sheer dumb luck or divine intervention, hasn't died...yet.History:
A story of triumph, despair, death, damnation, tyranny, sadicity, these words and many more could be used to describe the long tale that is the life of Addersbane. However, only a small portion of his story may be told, and that is how he came to possess the title that all know him as. Why only this part of his tale? Why not weave the tapestry from beginning to end rather than just pulling a single thread out and showing it off? Because time my friend, time and importance. For the most important part of his existence, is how he gained the brand that labels him as the bane of adders.Code Words: Tears trifle
Our story begins one winter night, a night like any other winter night for the one who’s true name is lost now in the sands of time. This young stoat was dealing in death, as he always did upon these days. He hunted for mice, voles and other creatures asleep in their dens for the winter, finding and ripping them from what they thought a safe haven, only to slaughter them and consume but a fraction. The rest, he left to rot. Why did he do this? Because he could, because he enjoyed it, and for no other reason than this did he need to justify his actions.
But his continued murder of innocents was not to go unpunished, and this is where we come to the most important part of the important part of our story, here he deemed it intelligent to enter a hole that he knew could not belong to a mouse, a vole or any other small creature that he could easily slaughter, no, rather he entered it because he was careless and foolish, not realizing that in doing so he placed himself upon deaths door. The hole, and ensuing tunnels, belonged to a snake. This was no small snake either, this was a great and mighty serpent, an adder of the most vicious type, a creature that could easily swallow the stoat whole, and yet, as you know, our hero (or villain rather) survives and emerges triumphant. I will not bore you, however, with the details of how our dear stoat slayed the creature, but rather simply tell you that his great wit allowed him to escape the creatures maw and in turn drop a rock upon it’s head, crushing it and in turn killing the adder.
What did he suffer? He suffered damage to his mind, causing him to no longer feel pain nor be able to feel at all physically, he was no longer able to change his fur with the seasons either, and so he would suffer in the great heat of the summer months beneath his silky soft and heavy white fur.
Years passed, he lost his tongue after having joined up with a rat and having it cut from his mouth for voicing treason against the leader, only to slay the very creature who did so, and now he wanders, a great sword upon his back and his fur ever white, searching and killing, following orders of those he deems worthy to apply his services to, and ultimately doing as he wishes.