Carwyn Pike

[Grath]

Your character's full name:

Carwyn Pike
Also known as Wyn, Carwyn the Pike, Carwyn Ruby-eyes, Carwyn Pike, The Albino, the Albino Badger, Lady of the North.
Name Means: White Fortress(Celtic)

Age: 43
Species: Badger
Gender: Female
Appearance:

One of those rare creatures, Carwyn is an albino badger with ruby-red eyes. Her fur is medium length and thick, with no natural markings whatsoever. She does, however, have several tattoos.

Carwyn is a large, solidly built badger. She tops a large percentage of males for size, and is not terribly feminine looking. She's more blocky and muscled than curvy and girlish. Her muzzle would be graying if she wasn't an albino, as it is she shows little sign of her age, she seems to have aged quite gracefully.

As far as clothing goes, she wears gray short-sleeved tunics that end above her knee for easy movement. They're pullovers with a few buttons at the top, but she still wears a wide black belt about her hips.

She has a curved series of dots under her right eye, largest to smallest from her inner eye to her outer. Her ear-tips are tattooed black, and her last tattoo is a pike(fish) on her left wrist.

Belongings:

A pike is her most treasured possession. It reaches above her head by nearly two and a half feet, including the spearhead, which is foot long and sharp enough to split hairs. Below the spearhead is a curved glaive blade balanced by a spike.

_()_ << laid out like that.

However, she carries a large spiked mace for close combat.

She has several sets of clothing, as well as a breast plate, cap and gauntlets that she wears in battle.

Her only truly personal items are her ring with the family's crest, her tail bracelet, and thick leather bracelets worn on either wrist.

Job or Position:

Wandering Warrior

Personality:

A forbidding figure, Wyn seems to live up the the stoic warrior type. She is formal, and not overly talkative. She does not speak in the northern brogue, but her speech is never-the-less flavored with the northern accent.

She is brusque at times, and short and to the point. She doesn't mince words, but neither is she rude in her expression of her thoughts.

She is kind, and although a bit awkward with small ones, loves dibbuns, perhaps because she never had her own. She tends to spoil them with sweets or games past bedtime. Its very awarding seeing this large creature playing gently with dibbuns.

History and Background Information:

Carwyn was born in the north, in a small cottage near a town named Bane. Her mother and father were aging, and she was the only child.

Her early life was happy, she played with the children from the village and by herself. She heard stories from her father of her heritage, the title and all that used to go with it. All that remains from when the title of Lord actually meant something is the small branch off the family and the town of Bane. The title is an empty one now, but there was once a time when they ruled vast lands from the fortress of Bane.

She learned the use of weapons from an early age, and the pike and mace were her favorite. Her father taught her, as he taught her many other things. Her mother died when she was eight, of some sickness that wiped out a good deal of the town.

The death was hard on her, but eventually she accepted it and moved on. The rest of her growing-up years were fairly uneventful, she and her father traveled a few times but always returned back home to their memories.

She traveled for a few years, visited Salamandastron, and returned to Bane. The villagers had always respected her family and their title, traits passed on from their ancestors. And so, when a continent of vermin decided they wanted the town, they rapidly appointed her as their leader. [It may have had something to do with her size and proficiency with a weapon, as well. ]

The town was swiftly fortified, and became a fort once more. They fought off and on for years, the now-fort attracting many who thought it held jewels of riches.

It was in one such battle that her father was killed. He had fought into his old age, and the two badgers together were a formidable set.

It was shortly after this that Wyn left Bane, followed by a odd-ball mix of northern hares, sea otters and squirrels. They patrolled the north and west for many years. The band changed some over the years, but Wyn remained the same.

It was just after her forty-third nameday this spring that she left a trusted otter in charge and left to wander about on her own.

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