Post by Jasyn on Apr 21, 2008 15:46:14 GMT -5
Your character's full name: Seamus Rigthew Marcellus Lawrence McGillian VII
Age: 22 years
Species: mountain hair
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Good
Appearance:
Age: 22 years
Species: mountain hair
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Good
Appearance:
Seamus is a white slab of rock-like muscle that was hewn from the Northern Highlands. He looks as if someone took a juvinile badger, shortned him only an inch, and covered him in the guise of a hare. His fur is pure, untarnished snow with pale grey, ghost tiger stripes. His eyes are chips of pale rubies, but held within the jeweled expanses are both the fires of kindness and madness. Pink webs of scars cover his flesh, each giving testament to the many battles he's been through, even his torn right ear... and two missing fingers.Belongings:
His clothes are exotic and just plain odd to most in Mossflower. A long bolt of cotton fabric is the core of his strange costume. The fabric is 3 pawlengths wide, and six times that in length. It is composed of four different colors. A base of goldenrod is covered in evenly spaced bars of horizontal and vertical brown. Lines of orange run over each thicker, brown bar; and magenta lines are spaced between the orange stripes. The cloth is pleated, and wrapped around his waist twice, with the remaining favric thrown over his left shoulder. Loose ends of the bolt are pinned in place by a fragment of onyx fashioned as a stylized Aries symbol. The branching arms are barbed on the inside, and the leg is deamond shaped, with the lowe end elongated. An inverted square gem of green garnet rests in the arms. A thick, wide belt of white adder skin holds the fabric up and close to his waist. The fastenings and cap are of burnished steel. A sporran, or pouch, of soft fabric and with black-edged turn feathers hangs midway down the kilt. The top fastnin is of elegantly etched steel. A chain of a sturdy white metal fastens it to the belt. A yellow beret sits on his head, with the crest of the McGillian clan, a hare rampant with a claymore in both paws. Other than that, he has a simple homespun with wide sleeves and smallish cuffs. It's roughly a golden-brown in color, but it has a bit of red in it too.
He owns a few useful items; rope, flint and tinder, whistle, etc.; and he stores them in his sporran. He also requires a peach strip of semi-transparent spider silk for his tender eyes. Aside from that, he owns only a single weapon, a greatsword. The handle is a thick, straight cylander of maple bound in bronze wire. A cap of steel holds it in place. A garnet, similar to the one on the kilt pin, in an orb the size of his two clenched paws rests above the handle. The blade is iron, deathly heavy but extrordinarily sturdy, and is a very dark grey. The rounded tip flows down, sharply, and ends just above the end of the handle where it curves back up to the garnet orb. Twin blood channles flow from the orb, to hesitiating before the tip. The sword is two paws taller than he, and requires great strength to wield it as he does. To carry the sword, he has a case of polished and laquered oak. Two broad strabs fasten it to his back when traveling, and a clasp holds it closed. But the box serves more that to hold weaponry. The ONLY other item he owns is a pair of bagpipes in his clan colors. It rests, snug, on a false bottom covering the greatsword. I hope he doesn't have to get at it in a hurry...Job or Position:
Wanderer, soon to be Long Patrol member.Personality:
Seamus is warm towards all those that prove to be of honest and good intent, yet he is mad. A piece of the past expunged most all rationality, so he is often found muttering in his thick highlander accent, as well(and more commonly found) as talking to Sargenny, his greatsword. He loves vermin...or rather Sargenny does. Seamus swings the blade in savage glee, but his madness is partially replaced by a dark, savage hatred. He croons both to his sword and his victems in the midst of warfare; freaking out foe and ally alike. When he is in the middle of battle, he seems to ignore his allies completely. He has the utmost respect for authority, and has little to no patience for those who don't.History and Background Information:
He prefers to travle whenand where the sun is hid. Not by any sense of dramatization, but because he is extremely sensititive to the sunlight. Beasts think him strange and exxentric, and many do not understand why he does the things he does, but he really doesn't care at all. He also cant stand the exhuberance, boundless energy, and nievete of younglings, so he isn't a likely candidate for a sergeant, but more fitting a candidate of a higher-ranked officer position with experienced beasts under his command. Unfortunately, he has no patience for a commissioned position in the Long Patrol, nor is he sane enough for such a job. His training in the highlands set him for only one of two positions; shock soldier or berserker. But between you and me, Seamus is crazy enough to settle for berserker and enjoy almost every minute of it.
Seamus was born in a time of deep hardships for the McGillian clan. The clan head almost had the little albino tossed into the wild; but by a welcome turn of events, the head loved his daughter dearly, and she was a strong friend with Seamus' older sister. Maeve persuaded her father to spare Brianna's younger broth. He agreed, and thus Seamus was spared, but he quickly knew the meaning of hunger. Conor, Seamus' older brother, took up the taxing duty of training the little one. Thus, the young hare grew fast. Sargenny was passed down to him when his father decided he was ready(not for some time though). Seamus was the twentieth hare to wield the old, scarred iron blade. When Seamus was 18, was when he finally became 'mad as a march hare.'Any other details:
Him and his brother Conor were out for a simple training mission. Fortunatly for their clan, they had left the swords home, and taken a more plain pair of steel blades. Unfortunately for them, a rival clan had a bigger training excercise, and they met. The commander of the platoon wasted no time in commanding his soldiers to capture Conor and Seamus. They took them to a secluded base near the confrontation. They decided to have fun with the two hares, and tortured them mercilessly. They cut off Seamus' two fingers, and broke many of his bones with a war-hammer. Conor wasn't so lucky. They made his younger brother watch, as they peeled off his skin very slowly. After Conor had finally died(after hours of agony for him and Seamus) they threw him and his brother in the snow. His brother's screams, combined with the shock of torture, and the shock that his own kind could do something so evil snapped his mind. He regained enough sense to crawl through the snow back home and babble out his story, but he lost it immediately thereafter.
He is traveling to Salamandastron to visit his nephew.
