Tulip Fireheart

[Mossflower]

Your character's full name: Tulip Fireheart
Age: 20 (I'm sorry I don't think I understand this part.)
Species: Squirrel
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance:

Tulip Fireheart is your everyday squirrel. His dark gray and brown fur cover most of his body, except his tail which is a darker color of gray. He has a small head with bright blue eyes and a small nose, and unnaturally large ears.

He is strongly built, but prefers running and ducking then face to face combat. His face and paws are full of scars from battle and the occasional sharp twig. One thing that marks him as different is an upside W mark on his forehead that is a startling white color.

He wears a dark green and brown homespun tunic that is close to being rags. Attached to that tunic is a belt with a small scabbard to hold his dagger. He wears a small brass ring on his ear and a bead bracelet on his right paw. Finally on his head is a piece of cloth he made into a bandanna to hide his white marking.

Belongings:

Tulip owns his belt, which is spun from dried grass and leather. On the front is a small Silver tree that was a memorandum from a past event.

His trusty dagger is usually sheathed in his belt's scabbard. It is a simple dagger, but deadly in the right hands.

On his back is his trusty Yew longbow. It stands about more than half his height with intricate designs running along it that he carved one lonely night.He also has a leather quiver that he disguised by splattering mud over it, it can hold up to 42 arrows.Inside are his Goose-feather flighted arrows with metal tips.

He also has a small wooden flute he carries in a small leather pouch that goes down his left side.

Job or Position:

Tulip is a natural born spy, his darkish fur makes him very easy to blend in with his environment. He has never really enjoyed the company of others and is perfectly fine being alone.

Of course he is always ready to sell his services in exchange of anything he might find worthwhile.

Personality:

Tulip is the strong silent type. He depends on himself and only himself, to him other animals are just a distraction from his life. But lately he has started to feel loneliness.

Otherwise he is a very cheerful person and loves to sing a good song once in a while. Whenever he has time he whips out his small Wooden flute and plays out a song for himself.

When he was younger he always loved to talk and talk and talk. Sometimes the people he talked to just went away and he didn't notice until after he stopped.

Now he prefers silence and silence.

History and Background Information:

Tulip does not know where he was born and who are his parents. To him that is just a forgotten memory that he does not wish to remember. The earliest thing he does remember is how much he talked in his childhood. After that he remembered fire, clang of steel striking steel and a face telling him to run out in the forest.

After that event life just whizzed by as he grew taller, stronger and more skilled. He started being a spy when he once caught a horde of vermin attacking a defenseless family. He could only stand and watch as the slaughter took place.

Later he wandered around in the forest, he quickly ducked down as he heard twigs cracking and sharp voices. It was the same group of vermin that had raided the family. Quickly he had climbed up a tree, just in time too as the group appeared and started making camp. "Scouts reported another house further down the river" one of the vermin said, a big gray weasel.

"Fine, today we rest and tomorrow we'll head there." Another vermin said, he had a look of command about him as he said those words.

Tulip quietly sprang to another tree and started heading towards the river, if the vermin scout was right then there was another family they would slaughter tomorrow. Quickly he ran, following the river's path. It was dark when he arrived at the small cabin, he met a small mole that was bringing in some wood.

Later as he finished telling his story and drinking the last drop from the Cordial the mole family had given him he told them thanks and headed back outside.

A feeling of goodness spread to him as he looked back and saw the moles quickly preparing themselves.

To him being a spy is just a job, but deep down he knows it's a way to prevent things like the massacre from happening.

Any other details:

Nothing else


((I will be making a whole lot more bios))

[Silas]

Nicely done: approved.