Danol

[Maxodis]

Your character's full name: Danol (( He doesn't remember his surname))
Age: 15
Species: Otter
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Though he is not yet fully grown, Danol is quite lean and tall. Muscularly, he is fit, but does not sport much dynamically toned or profound structure. His fur is primarily a russet-brown with the lighter tones that are a core characteristic of all otters. His fur is oddly fine, though it is slightly coarser on the inside of his left forearm. He sports a shiny and jeweled ring in his navel. His movements display the fluid movement of otters, and are filled with a vigorous energy that is only the product of his bursting youth. His eyes are a piercingly clear hazel.

He is garbed in the modest attire that he was provided with on his arrival at Camp Moss, solely a dark green tunic and durable earthen pants, all held in place with a sturdy grass-woven belt. He does not deviate from this outfit, as he has no other clothes.

Belongings:

Danol does not own much besides his training weaponry and the clothes on his back. His only other possession is a small wooden fish on a thin chain, which he does not wear, out of fear that the metal of the chain might snap without him noticing.

Job or Position:

Resident of Camp Moss, Warrior-in-training.

Personality:

He is a lighthearted soul, gentle and kind, passionate about the things he believes in. He exhibits an understanding of life that belies his age. He believes strongly in the value of life, and has yet to take another's, though he knows that he will, at some point, be faced with that trial.

He has sporadic bouts of shyness and innocent confusion that contradict his other qualities. He sometimes finds himself taken by a wistful sadness.

History and Background Information:

Danol's parents were a modest couple, youthful, happy, just beginning to taste the vibrancy of life. They lived outside N'Tashi's realm of influence, but relatively close to the
establishment known as "Camp Moss". His parents were in close contact with its residents and had many friends within the protected encampment.

Unfortunately, Danol's mother suddenly became grievously ill. His father soon came down with the disease as well. Through sheer strength of will, they managed to travel in their wretched condition the short distance to Camp Moss with their infant son. They received treatment, but ultimately passed away. Danol never showed signs of the disease, and was taken in by the residents of Camp Moss.

His early past remains a mystery to Danol, as those who were his caretakers deemed him too young to know the details. This never troubled him, however, as he considered those within Camp Moss to be his extended family. His life was led relatively simply. The chores that he was required to do was the highlight of his day, he did not shirk from them, nor did he lack pride in his work, monotonous as it may be.

Though he always considered himself endowed with a family, he has always secretly craved closer family ties. He has quietly watched as his peers shared special bonds with their parents and siblings and felt the slightest tinges of sorrow. He holds a great amount of respect and admiration for the Skipper of Otters, who appears incapable of doing any earthly wrong. He has great aspirations to become like the idolized figure that the Skipper is, and took it upon himself to learn the art of combat.

He has made little success in this venture, he has trained with others in wielding a javelin and mastering the bow. He is not particularly skilled in the former discipline, but he finds a strange affiliation to the latter. He has discovered within archery the intoxicating sensation of feeling 'complete'. He finds that the single-minded focus that he must exert in order to keep his bow steady and to predict the path of the arrow brings into unison his mind and body. And yet, though this sensation leaves Danol feeling more complete than he has ever felt, there always seems to be an element missing, he vaguely feels the same distant sorrow upon achieving this unison.

Any other details:

(( Besides the fact that all the above is the polar opposite of what I'm used to roleplaying, with the exception of the wistful sorrow that I just -had- to implement, here's the icing on the cake. Mark this day folks, you'll probably never see me doing this again. ))

Holds an admiration for Brookesong that he cannot define.

Code Words: -correct-

[Treble Tiderunner]

Accepted. Excellent job, Max. ^^