Post by `Tex (Snakeh) on Nov 1, 2007 13:35:33 GMT -5
x.[basics].x
Name:
Vortex Deathcall
Species:
Fox
Age:
Nineteen years
Gender:
Male
Picture:
Here (click) COPYRIGHTED TO ME
Themesong:
-Animal I Have Become-
I can't escape this hell
So many times i've tried
But i'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, this animal)
I can't escape myself
(I can't escape myself)
So many times i've lied
(So many times i've lied)
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell
(This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal)
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal I have become)
x.[outside].x
Physical Appearance:
Vortex is medium height, thin and well muscled, strong and clever. He walks with the characteristic silence that gave him his name: Deathcall. They say that he makes as little noise as the shadow of death.
He is rather handsome, with that coat of unusual black fur... or, at least, he would be handsome if not for the missing left ear. His eyes are blue- very dark, but with a dangerous glint in them. Creatures that have seen his eyes often say that if fire were blue, it would look like that. No one can hold his gaze for long.
The fox has his left forearm tattooed with a streak of blue stretching from elbow to wrist, the same color as his eyes. For some reason, the fur growing along the tattoo is also blue. Strange...
He wears a short-sleeved leather tunic, dyed black so as to blend in with the shadows, made from the skin of a wolf. He also wears a belt, a short kilt, and a long hooded cloak of the same leather, but the cloak has the wolf-fur still attached. All are dyed black.
He has a faint northlands accent. Otherwise, his voice is cold and emotionless.
Weapons:
Vortex carries one close-range weapon... a long dagger, stabbed through his belt. At first it appears to be only an average dagger. But, as all else about the black fox, it is the opposite of ordinary.
The blade and the handle were both forged from the finest high-quality steel, and the handle has a thin, raised diamond pattern of wires wrapped around in and welded on to provide a grip. The blade is thin, flexible, with extremely sharp edges and point. One of the edges is jagged and serrated, the other straight.
His other weapon is a recurved bow, made of a strange kind of dary springy wood. The string is made of braided hairs plucked from his own tail. The arrows he carries in a quiver of black wolfskin at his shoulder. Each one is oakwood, perfectly straight, fletched with care, and has a deadly steel point.
x.[inside].x
Allegiance:
Goodbeast
Personality:
Vortex holds himself aloof, and feels as if he doesn't fit in... he first was hated by vermin for black fur color and turning good, and then by goodbeasts for being a fox. He hides his emotions, and thinks they are a sign of weakness... all except anger(which is nearly impossible for him to hide, anyway, you can't hide Bloodwrath). He is very badly depressed all the time, but hides that quite well.
He believes in complete honesty, and will never lie to a goodbeast. He believes especially in being truthful to youngbeasts.
The black fox is serious most of the time and rarely laughes. Jokers get on his nerves.
Weaknesses:
Bloodwrath. STRONG Bloodwrath. It takes a lot to provoke Vortex, but once he's mad... you better get out of the way quick, or get chopped up into very little pieces.
He's depressed all the time too.
Skills:
He's strong. Crazy strong, and with good fighing skills too. He's clever, and has a fairly good knowledge of ships, having worked for a corsair once. He knows a basic amount of medicine- mud for bug bites and stings, dock for wounds, etc... He's a decent tracker, but his main skill is as an assassian, a spy. He can hide in the shadows at night like no one ever before. He's best at things involving silence and stealth.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Fighting. Weapons. Raw meat. Peaceful, good creatures. Warriorlike, good creatures. Being the leader.
Dislikes: Theives. Jokers. Creatures who don't take life seriously. Being called 'vermin'. Evilbeasts.
x.[biography].x
Job:
Wandering spy/assassian/tracker/fighter.
History:
Vortex was born to Silvia and Kar Thornclaw of the peaceful Northlands fox tribe. Both foxes were black, like him, although most others in the tribe were white, with a few reds and grays mixed in. He was tattooed with the tribe symbol at birth, the blue streak across his forearm, and lived as a normal member of the tribe for a while. He was trained to hide any sign of weakness, to fight, to track, to hide, to use the knife and the bow. For although the Northlands tribe believed in peace, they were ever ready for war.
But then, when he was thirteen years old, another fox - a bully - started taunting Vortex about his black fur and strange blue eyes. That was when the Bloodwrath started. He attacked, blue eyes turning blood red, and clawed and bit at the bully.
The other foxes managed to pull Vortex away from the unconcious, bleeding body of his foe, which died later as a result of the wounds which Vortex had given him. Strangely, as soon as the bully was out of Vortex's sight, Vortex's eyes turned back to their normal color again. Then the elders of the tribe held a council, judging the black fox's fate. Only one of them had heard of Bloodwrath, although she called it something different. She called it turning feral. She argued that Vortex couldn't help ttacking, and the bully had brought this upon himself. But the final judgement was that they couldn't allow a creature as dangerous as this to remain in the tribe. Vortex was given a half day to pack and say goodbye to his parents, which he did, and then was led to the edge of the tribe's territory, and told in no uncertain terms not to return.
Greatly depressed, the fox wandered west, hunting to survive. In time, his depression became less extreme, and faded to barely a shadow of its fomer self, although that was still pretty bad. He wandered for a year, then reached the ocean, turned south, and ended up walking straight into a corsair camp. The vermin had been shipwrecked and were in the process of building a new ship. When the captain - a tall weasel - walked over and asked where he came from and if he wanted to join, he replied, "I don't know yet... And I come from the north." This was followed by more curious questions along the lines of, "If yer came from da nort'lands, why do yer have a coat of BLACK fur?" Eventually, he told them that he had lived with a tribe of black foxes, but had slain one of them and been made outcast. The bloodthirsty vermin listened in silence, then gave several cheers. They wanted this fox in their crew. The captain asked again if Vortex wanted to stay. "Hey, foxy, yer kin stay with us if you'd like. Lookit my crew. They like you, and that's cuz they know yer a real warrior, like us." The weasel paused, looking at Vortex, and added, "We kin get rich tergether, boy! Ye'll be rollin' in piles o' gold, fine silks, anything yer wants, jus' name it! Anything, anything yer want! Come on, yer know yer want to join my crew!"
Vortex made no reply for a while. The captain was dismayed, afraid that he was going to have to slay Vortex, afraid that he would decline his offer, or even attack. His paw slipped to the handle of his sword, ready to kill the fox at the slightest notice.
Meanwhile, the young fox was thinking. He knew he shouldn't join the corsairs - such beasts were evil, and unable to place trust in. But then a wave of grief and recklessness seized him and he nodded. "Aye... sir."
The weasel smiled evily. "It's captain Slash Bloodpaw to yew, now yew've joined this crew. And I didn't get yer name, foxy boy."
"It's Vortex... Captain Bloodpaw."
Thus began the next stage of Vortex's life. He helped build a new ship, became part of the crew, participated in several raids, and shortly became the second-in-command. He learned to drink grog without being sick, grew strong and swift, cunning and clever. Whispered tales grew amoung the crew and the goodbeasts they raided - Vortex was the worst Sea Raider ever to exist, he could hide in a shadow, track like a bloodhound, and kill mercilessly. He made as little sound as death, for he was death... Deathcall. His new name. In battle, he had the rage of a badger lord. Bloodwrath. The ultimate pirate, evil to the core.
Evil to the core? Perhaps...
His life continued in this manner until he was eighteen. But then...
"Hah, Vortex, me ole matey, this'll be a piece o' cake! We'll have those foxes wiped out in no time!" Slash Bloodpaw leaned over the edge of his ship, towards the distant land, as if he could make it go faster. It was night, the perfect time for a raid.
Vortex laughed. "Aye, captain, they won't know what hit them, and us'll be all the richer for that! We won't even have to fight... if we send an experienced assassian to do the job." The black fox walked over to stand beside his captain, slopping grog all his own tattered corsair silks.
The weasel threw a paw affectionately around his second-in-command's shoulders. "I know just the beast to do it!" He released Vortex and stared him in the eye. "You know what to do." The fox nodded. He knew.
When the ship reached the land he leapt out and stole silently across the shore, and came to a small village. He still didn't recognize the place, but when he sneaked inside the first hut and saw the beast he was supposed to kill he recoiled with a hiss. No! This was his old home! And the foxes here... were his mother and father!
He heard a noise in the corner and turned. Another black fox was laying on a bed, but this one was waking up! Vortex tried to hide, but the other fox saw him before he could. Then the other fox grabbed a knife and tried to fight him. Vortex pulled out his dagger and fought, too. The other fox, which was female, was young(about five years), but highly skilled in fighting. However, Vortex was soon able to pin her against the wall with one paw and hold the dagger against her throat. He was about to kill her when she struggled free and fell over backwards into the shaft of moonlight streaming through the window. Vortex froze with shock. For the first time, he had gotten a good look at her face. It was the female version of his own! She must be... his sister!
Freezing in one position... a bad thing to do. For he had not removed his sister's weapon, and she now lunged at his head, knife-first. He ducked... not quick enough. The knife sliced through his left ear. The shock of pain woke Vortex from the silent, astonished state he had fallen into, and he began fighting again. He yanked the knife out of his sister's grip and snapped the blade. Then he stepped back, into the moonlight, struggling not to be overcome by Bloodwrath. The young female fox stared at him, confused at first. Then understanding showed in her eyes. "You're Vortex. Mom and Dad told me about you. I'm Aurora." She held out a paw to shake.
Vortex stared at her, and then at his parents. "Tell them I said hi." Then he was gone, running out the door, trying to get as far away as he could before Bloodwrath consumed him.
He never went back to the corsair ship, and two seasons later heard that Slash Bloodpaw had been killed trying to conquer Salamandastron. He felt nothing - not happy, not sad, not angry. He didn't know what to feel. But then he was curious, because he had heard about Redwall Abbey. He decided to travel there, and see if they would let him in - chances were, they were far enough away from the northland shores that they would never have heard the whispered legends about Vortex Deathcall.
During the time he was searhing for the Abbey, he fought and killed a wolf, and wore its pelt as a tunic, cloak, and kilt.
Two more seasons later, on his nineteenth birthday, he stood before the gates of Redwall Abbey.
Threads Since Then:
Previously a Corsair Fox
Out for a Walk
Name:
Vortex Deathcall
Species:
Fox
Age:
Nineteen years
Gender:
Male
Picture:
Here (click) COPYRIGHTED TO ME
Themesong:
-Animal I Have Become-
I can't escape this hell
So many times i've tried
But i'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, this animal)
I can't escape myself
(I can't escape myself)
So many times i've lied
(So many times i've lied)
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell
(This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal)
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal I have become)
x.[outside].x
Physical Appearance:
Vortex is medium height, thin and well muscled, strong and clever. He walks with the characteristic silence that gave him his name: Deathcall. They say that he makes as little noise as the shadow of death.
He is rather handsome, with that coat of unusual black fur... or, at least, he would be handsome if not for the missing left ear. His eyes are blue- very dark, but with a dangerous glint in them. Creatures that have seen his eyes often say that if fire were blue, it would look like that. No one can hold his gaze for long.
The fox has his left forearm tattooed with a streak of blue stretching from elbow to wrist, the same color as his eyes. For some reason, the fur growing along the tattoo is also blue. Strange...
He wears a short-sleeved leather tunic, dyed black so as to blend in with the shadows, made from the skin of a wolf. He also wears a belt, a short kilt, and a long hooded cloak of the same leather, but the cloak has the wolf-fur still attached. All are dyed black.
He has a faint northlands accent. Otherwise, his voice is cold and emotionless.
Weapons:
Vortex carries one close-range weapon... a long dagger, stabbed through his belt. At first it appears to be only an average dagger. But, as all else about the black fox, it is the opposite of ordinary.
The blade and the handle were both forged from the finest high-quality steel, and the handle has a thin, raised diamond pattern of wires wrapped around in and welded on to provide a grip. The blade is thin, flexible, with extremely sharp edges and point. One of the edges is jagged and serrated, the other straight.
His other weapon is a recurved bow, made of a strange kind of dary springy wood. The string is made of braided hairs plucked from his own tail. The arrows he carries in a quiver of black wolfskin at his shoulder. Each one is oakwood, perfectly straight, fletched with care, and has a deadly steel point.
x.[inside].x
Allegiance:
Goodbeast
Personality:
Vortex holds himself aloof, and feels as if he doesn't fit in... he first was hated by vermin for black fur color and turning good, and then by goodbeasts for being a fox. He hides his emotions, and thinks they are a sign of weakness... all except anger(which is nearly impossible for him to hide, anyway, you can't hide Bloodwrath). He is very badly depressed all the time, but hides that quite well.
He believes in complete honesty, and will never lie to a goodbeast. He believes especially in being truthful to youngbeasts.
The black fox is serious most of the time and rarely laughes. Jokers get on his nerves.
Weaknesses:
Bloodwrath. STRONG Bloodwrath. It takes a lot to provoke Vortex, but once he's mad... you better get out of the way quick, or get chopped up into very little pieces.
He's depressed all the time too.
Skills:
He's strong. Crazy strong, and with good fighing skills too. He's clever, and has a fairly good knowledge of ships, having worked for a corsair once. He knows a basic amount of medicine- mud for bug bites and stings, dock for wounds, etc... He's a decent tracker, but his main skill is as an assassian, a spy. He can hide in the shadows at night like no one ever before. He's best at things involving silence and stealth.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Fighting. Weapons. Raw meat. Peaceful, good creatures. Warriorlike, good creatures. Being the leader.
Dislikes: Theives. Jokers. Creatures who don't take life seriously. Being called 'vermin'. Evilbeasts.
x.[biography].x
Job:
Wandering spy/assassian/tracker/fighter.
History:
Vortex was born to Silvia and Kar Thornclaw of the peaceful Northlands fox tribe. Both foxes were black, like him, although most others in the tribe were white, with a few reds and grays mixed in. He was tattooed with the tribe symbol at birth, the blue streak across his forearm, and lived as a normal member of the tribe for a while. He was trained to hide any sign of weakness, to fight, to track, to hide, to use the knife and the bow. For although the Northlands tribe believed in peace, they were ever ready for war.
But then, when he was thirteen years old, another fox - a bully - started taunting Vortex about his black fur and strange blue eyes. That was when the Bloodwrath started. He attacked, blue eyes turning blood red, and clawed and bit at the bully.
The other foxes managed to pull Vortex away from the unconcious, bleeding body of his foe, which died later as a result of the wounds which Vortex had given him. Strangely, as soon as the bully was out of Vortex's sight, Vortex's eyes turned back to their normal color again. Then the elders of the tribe held a council, judging the black fox's fate. Only one of them had heard of Bloodwrath, although she called it something different. She called it turning feral. She argued that Vortex couldn't help ttacking, and the bully had brought this upon himself. But the final judgement was that they couldn't allow a creature as dangerous as this to remain in the tribe. Vortex was given a half day to pack and say goodbye to his parents, which he did, and then was led to the edge of the tribe's territory, and told in no uncertain terms not to return.
Greatly depressed, the fox wandered west, hunting to survive. In time, his depression became less extreme, and faded to barely a shadow of its fomer self, although that was still pretty bad. He wandered for a year, then reached the ocean, turned south, and ended up walking straight into a corsair camp. The vermin had been shipwrecked and were in the process of building a new ship. When the captain - a tall weasel - walked over and asked where he came from and if he wanted to join, he replied, "I don't know yet... And I come from the north." This was followed by more curious questions along the lines of, "If yer came from da nort'lands, why do yer have a coat of BLACK fur?" Eventually, he told them that he had lived with a tribe of black foxes, but had slain one of them and been made outcast. The bloodthirsty vermin listened in silence, then gave several cheers. They wanted this fox in their crew. The captain asked again if Vortex wanted to stay. "Hey, foxy, yer kin stay with us if you'd like. Lookit my crew. They like you, and that's cuz they know yer a real warrior, like us." The weasel paused, looking at Vortex, and added, "We kin get rich tergether, boy! Ye'll be rollin' in piles o' gold, fine silks, anything yer wants, jus' name it! Anything, anything yer want! Come on, yer know yer want to join my crew!"
Vortex made no reply for a while. The captain was dismayed, afraid that he was going to have to slay Vortex, afraid that he would decline his offer, or even attack. His paw slipped to the handle of his sword, ready to kill the fox at the slightest notice.
Meanwhile, the young fox was thinking. He knew he shouldn't join the corsairs - such beasts were evil, and unable to place trust in. But then a wave of grief and recklessness seized him and he nodded. "Aye... sir."
The weasel smiled evily. "It's captain Slash Bloodpaw to yew, now yew've joined this crew. And I didn't get yer name, foxy boy."
"It's Vortex... Captain Bloodpaw."
Thus began the next stage of Vortex's life. He helped build a new ship, became part of the crew, participated in several raids, and shortly became the second-in-command. He learned to drink grog without being sick, grew strong and swift, cunning and clever. Whispered tales grew amoung the crew and the goodbeasts they raided - Vortex was the worst Sea Raider ever to exist, he could hide in a shadow, track like a bloodhound, and kill mercilessly. He made as little sound as death, for he was death... Deathcall. His new name. In battle, he had the rage of a badger lord. Bloodwrath. The ultimate pirate, evil to the core.
Evil to the core? Perhaps...
His life continued in this manner until he was eighteen. But then...
"Hah, Vortex, me ole matey, this'll be a piece o' cake! We'll have those foxes wiped out in no time!" Slash Bloodpaw leaned over the edge of his ship, towards the distant land, as if he could make it go faster. It was night, the perfect time for a raid.
Vortex laughed. "Aye, captain, they won't know what hit them, and us'll be all the richer for that! We won't even have to fight... if we send an experienced assassian to do the job." The black fox walked over to stand beside his captain, slopping grog all his own tattered corsair silks.
The weasel threw a paw affectionately around his second-in-command's shoulders. "I know just the beast to do it!" He released Vortex and stared him in the eye. "You know what to do." The fox nodded. He knew.
When the ship reached the land he leapt out and stole silently across the shore, and came to a small village. He still didn't recognize the place, but when he sneaked inside the first hut and saw the beast he was supposed to kill he recoiled with a hiss. No! This was his old home! And the foxes here... were his mother and father!
He heard a noise in the corner and turned. Another black fox was laying on a bed, but this one was waking up! Vortex tried to hide, but the other fox saw him before he could. Then the other fox grabbed a knife and tried to fight him. Vortex pulled out his dagger and fought, too. The other fox, which was female, was young(about five years), but highly skilled in fighting. However, Vortex was soon able to pin her against the wall with one paw and hold the dagger against her throat. He was about to kill her when she struggled free and fell over backwards into the shaft of moonlight streaming through the window. Vortex froze with shock. For the first time, he had gotten a good look at her face. It was the female version of his own! She must be... his sister!
Freezing in one position... a bad thing to do. For he had not removed his sister's weapon, and she now lunged at his head, knife-first. He ducked... not quick enough. The knife sliced through his left ear. The shock of pain woke Vortex from the silent, astonished state he had fallen into, and he began fighting again. He yanked the knife out of his sister's grip and snapped the blade. Then he stepped back, into the moonlight, struggling not to be overcome by Bloodwrath. The young female fox stared at him, confused at first. Then understanding showed in her eyes. "You're Vortex. Mom and Dad told me about you. I'm Aurora." She held out a paw to shake.
Vortex stared at her, and then at his parents. "Tell them I said hi." Then he was gone, running out the door, trying to get as far away as he could before Bloodwrath consumed him.
He never went back to the corsair ship, and two seasons later heard that Slash Bloodpaw had been killed trying to conquer Salamandastron. He felt nothing - not happy, not sad, not angry. He didn't know what to feel. But then he was curious, because he had heard about Redwall Abbey. He decided to travel there, and see if they would let him in - chances were, they were far enough away from the northland shores that they would never have heard the whispered legends about Vortex Deathcall.
During the time he was searhing for the Abbey, he fought and killed a wolf, and wore its pelt as a tunic, cloak, and kilt.
Two more seasons later, on his nineteenth birthday, he stood before the gates of Redwall Abbey.
Threads Since Then:
Previously a Corsair Fox
Out for a Walk
