Post by ferretface on Jan 4, 2009 20:30:41 GMT -6
Your character's full name: Malachi Faldarki, Vermin Hunter
Age: Equivalent of 26
Species: Squirrel
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Age: Equivalent of 26
Species: Squirrel
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Malachi is a tall, black squirrel, sinewy and lanky, wearing green leathers and a ringmail shirt. He carries a greatbow that's been passed down his family for years, and keeps it as safe as possible. He wears a blue hooded cloak, and has blue fletching on his arrows. His eyes are heterochromatic, both blue and green. His features are angular, but he keeps a cheery expression, except in battle.Belongings:
His only weapon is his greatbow, and he is forced to rely on his unarmed combat in melee. He wears green leather armour, a blue cloak, and a ringmail vest.Job or Position:
Ratkiller, Weaselbane and Ferretsticker.Personality:
Malachi is generally likable and cheery, despite his past, and is intelligent and educated. He keeps his past behind him, and lives mostly in the present. But in combat, he becomes some sort of demon, relentlessly hunting down every vermin in his sight. He's somewhat full of himself, but his skills can live up to his boasts.History and Background Information:
As a side note, when fighting vermin, he has an unfortunate tendency to make bad puns.
Malachi was born in a hollowed tree, home to maybe 16 squirrels, as the son of Malakai and Dorcas Faldarki.Any other details:
Malakai was a warrior, the fnest archer in the outlying lands. He'd often travel, or defend nearby villages.
One day, after one of these travels, he never came back.
The next day, the village was assaulted, and burnt to the ground by vermin. Dorcas and Malachi were the only survivors. DOrcas fled for her life, her son on her back, until finally making it into a nearby village.
After that, it was almost life as normal, although Dorcas sill mourned on the inside.
Then, when Malachi was 14, Dorcas decided it was time to train him in the ways of the archer, so as Mossflower could have another Faldarki guiding it again.
Malachi was an able student, and by 21 he was doing his fathers work.
Then, one day, he was tackled by a black blur. THe breath whooshed out of him, and he crumpled to the ground. As he turned up, a boot smashed into his mouth, preventing him from shouting. He heard the drawing of a bowstring, and then...
THe figure dropped the bow.
"Malachi...?"
He eased the boot off Malachi's face, and he stumbled off.
Then he was grabbed by the shoulder, and forcefully turned around.
"is it...are you...my son?"
"I..um, yeah...Malakai?"
Malakai grabbed his bow. "C'mon, foller me. You can fight, right?"
"I...I, um, erp."
"Can you, son?"
"I...I think so..."
"Then foller me, there's somethin' you've gotta see!"
Stumbling after his father, Malachi followed him up a tree.
He saw the flames.
He saw the carnage.
"Wh...who...what..."
"This is...this WAS your home."
Malachi was stunned. "I...I...ohh..."
"Stay strong, son!" hissed his father.
"I...my home..my famil-"
"Shut it!"
"But...oh gods, my mother..." he opened his mouth to yell when Malakai grabbed him by the mouth.
"Keep calm. Theres nothing either of us can do."
He'd never felt such rage.
He nocked his bow.
"There will be a vengeance-"
"Not now, you fool, what d'you think yer doin'?" hissed Malakai. "THere's way too many of 'em, leave 'em be...fer now, leastways."
But the sudden movement in the trees had piqued the curiousity of one of the more eagle-eyed ferret bowbeasts. Interested, he lazily fired an arrow into the tree.
Malachi was pressing his father for details. "But how did you survive? Mother'n'me always thought y'were-"
Malakai waved him off. "That's another question," he said firmly, "for another day."
As it turned out, he never got another day. The arrow sprouted from his back, and the old warrior grabbed his chest and toppled out of the tree.
Malachi all too quickly realised that no living squirrel would possibly fall out of a tree he wanted to stay in.
He wanted to run, he wanted to kill, he wanted to question his father, he wanted to be safe!
He wanted...not to be in this place.
He stayed, sobbing silently.
He found his mother the next day. More accurately, her body, wedged in a hedge. There was an axe sticking out of her back.
Within the next season, Malachi methodically hunted down every last vermin in the forest.
Now, he hunts vermin wherever he find them, a silent, invisible guardian angel for the redwallers. No vermin has ever seen him, or heard him...or at least, no vermin living. For him, the N'tashi are just another band of hapless pincushions, with a lot to pay for in Hellgates.
His strength is in ranged combat. In melee, he'll try to push his enemy back with unarmed combat, or strangle them with his spare bowstring.Code Words:
Unfortunately, Malachi is too reckless, and will often keep on shooting long after the time for retreat. He usually doesn't formulate a plan, and when he does, or if someone else does, he often fails to stick to it.
