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Post by →{n.orthie}♥ on May 23, 2009 15:33:35 GMT -5
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x know my name x
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».name
verkdyn rothlan moek.
».age
twenty-seven years.
».species
weasel.
».gender
male
».allegiance
evil.
».job
assassin.
naval soldier.
x see my outer colors x
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».appearance
Verkdyn is very finicky toward his appearance, and will even commit horrible crimes to anybeast that, even by mistake, splash mud on his pelt or spill ale all over his shiny coat. This sly killer insists that he "makes a handsome display to the murder victim," as he cruelly says. Verkdyn has neatly-kept shiny fur, chocolate brown on his upper parts and snow white on his underbelly and chin. On both sides of his head is a part of keen ears, clever and devious black eyes with the purplish touch on them, and rows of whiskers. Perched at the tip of his snout is a sharp, dark nose. Verkdyn also has a jet-black streak along his long tail.
This weasel trims and sharpens his claws daily, shaping it to sharp points that can tear through the thickest of fabrics effortlessly. Verkdyn has a slim and athletic body and long, firm legs, and proves that he's very agile and swift. And yet, the male weasel has a spark of strength and muscle in his thin, but sturdy arms and legs. Still, Verkdyn's strong point is his agility, since he's practice slipping and creeping quietly and swiftly around, rather than face and pick fights and conflicts.
As a Navel Soldier, Verkdyn is usually clad lightly in a jerkin of mixed greens, from dark to forest, a dark green-colored breeches with silver stripes, a black leather belt around his waist, and sandy-brown boots. But when not on duty, Verkdyn will shed his uniform and slip into a loose, dark gray tunic with under a long, sooty navy cloak with a hood to protect his head from the sun. This dark-colored apparel is usually worn during the night, when he'll be sneaking around the island, neatly camouflage against the dark background.
».belongings
Usually, Verkdyn is seen only carrying his curved saber, sheathed in its sandy leather scabbard, which was attached to his belt. The scabbard hangs against his left thigh.
x explore my inner being x
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».personality
As a merchant in his younger days, Verkdyn was a happy-go-lucky weasel who only thought his purpose in life was to scam other creatures with his deals. He was a different weasel than most, a carefree, playful, yet cunning beast. His family was considered neutral among the lands, although they were all sneaky and cheating with their job. Even though Verkdyn didn't care much for otherbeasts, he did have a heart for his family, even for his rivaling brother, Sertin. Verkdyn was a creature known for his playfulness. As a young weasel, he didn't took most of life as a game and fun. He liked to joke around and play games. He was just like any other Dibbun, carefree and fun, and a child at heart. Verkdyn was the playfully sassy and sarcastic type, mostly in a joking way. His outgoing attitude was another reason his parents favored him over Sertin, who was a quiet, sneaky, and cold.
Cleverness was always his mark, even as a young one. He played it several times on his parents, and they'll laugh at his cunning antics. Verkdyn was a slybeast with a mind around things. As a young weasel, Verkdyn was smarter, more cunning, and quick-minded than most infants. This was the main reason his parents liked him more. He was clever and a practical trickster, robbing food under their noses and solving fun, carefree riddles in one of his early seasons. In some ways, you can look at Verkdyn and feel that he's merely a simple, innocent child. He was a cunning flatterer, master at sweet-talking, and funny as far as Dibbuns go.
He was stubborn, blunt, and lively when he was young as well. But as he aged, Verkdyn became more cool-headed and calm. It was most noticeable when wedded to Perlina, when he realized life offered more. Even at the most irritating times, Verkdyn keeps his cool. And as he matured, Verkdyn learned kindness from Perlina's family, so he became more responsible and protective as a matured adult. When his son was born and Perlina died, Verkdyn visibly took on a different shell. He was still level-headed and thought before acting, but a spark of vermin's nastiness and evilness invaded his fragile mind and heart. The lost of his wife caused him to be extremely protective of his son, Anilrep. Even when the young weasel went out to play, Verkdyn followed, for he distrusted the Abbeydwellers; he often had to fight the urge to smack a Dibbun when he or she laid one paw upon his son. Instead, the father weasel cut the game off and dragged his son away. Anilrep was embarrassed and angry at his father or ruining his games and fun with others. He didn't like Verkdyn's overprotective nature toward him.
Everybeast could see he had changed completely, and, not wanting to be on his dark side, never dared approached him, for he would growl and snarl at anybeast that did. The brief, single time in the Abbey made him mean, cold, and lonely. When he and Anilrep fled the Abbey after his crimes to Redwall, Verkdyn become more evil and lusting for bad crimes. He made the start once they left Mossflower country. After practice with a handful of innocent families, he got hold of what it was like to kill, and he loved it, much to Anilrep's horror. Verkdyn used his cleverness and quick-thinking to help him along the way. The weasel's character was twisted into a cold, uncaring, and murdering creature. Verkdyn took no heart toward others, and couldn't care less of them. He was dangerously sarcastic and cold-tongued and developed a temper and ego that you might not want to bruise, unless you're tired of living, for he's developed a habit of killing anybeast who dared. Verkdyn did turn a lot more selfish and self-centered. The once friendly, but sly, and playful weasel was the unlikable and barbarian devil.
If you're a comrade of Verkdyn's, then you'll soon find out he isn't the most loyal friend out there. If you're in a little pile of trouble, it's unlikely that Verkdyn would lend a hand. Verkdyn has grown, since the death of his wife, to be extremely self-centered, egoistic, and cares about hardly anybeast else. Well, it may not be as uncommon, since some vermin can be lacking loyalty, but Verkdyn was just plain prejudiced. If you're ever lucky, and if Verkdyn feels a little spark of pity for you, then he may help and butt in, but, come on, we're talking about rarely. Verkdyn is a sneaky and cunning beast, after all, and the strange reason that he still has comrades is that he's careful about when to turn his back on his friend, or chose to help them. Obviously, Verkdyn, oh sly Verkdyn, will display sportsmanship around other beasts.
».strengths
Probably the majority of the time, Verkdyn's craftiness and quick-thinking was the weasel's best friend and most talented sidekick. Well, it never failed him, after all. Like most cunning vermin, Verkdyn uses his cleverness and manipulating skill for his own needs, to something useful for getting out of, like, the enemy's camp, or to something very little and unimportant as obtaining an extra jug of grog. From the day he was born, you could tell from his intelligent eyes with their dark and sly flicker, that he was born a cunning beast with a clever mind. In battles, raids, or silent assassinations, Verkdyn preferred to put his mind into action than his own actions, and that proved better than to charge headlong into battle. He would either be at the back of the lines and contribute with the battle plan, or in battle, but using his smart senses and cleverness, which seemed lame when he's engaged blade-to-blade with the enemy, but he's still living, isn't he?
Talking more physically, Verkdyn's body structure is slim and slender. So, in sense, he's fast, agile, and very nimble. This was a particular advantage in Verkdyn's favor in battle. His feet are quick and he has learned more of swift motion than fighting. Verkdyn's lanky shape also allows him to venture into small places where most beasts wouldn't fit in, giving him more access to hiding places and camouflage, plus with his excellent eyesight in the dark. But even though he looks more to fit as a scout or whatnot, Verkdyn also has talent with his blade, a curved saber. Verkdyn self-taught himself, and it was good, nonetheless. His nimbleness and skill with wielding and using a saber made him a deadly enemy in combat. But you shouldn't really be worried with that too much, later revealed as one of his weaknesses.
».weaknesses
//comingsoon.
x something i call my past x
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».history
Verkdyn was born in his parents' merchant cart and grew up as a salesbeast. As a young weasel, he traveled across the lands with his mother and father, Eldeme and Therilt, and his twin brother, Sertin, selling goods from other territories they acquired. The weasels weren't evil, like most, either were they good. The family just sold whatever they had in their merchant cart for a living. Their business went well, mainly because the scams they played on buyers. Verkdyn grew to be a professional crooked-deal tradesbeast; he was better and more sneaky than his brother, Sertin, who always got his sales and scams into a twist. Sertin, who was older than Verkdyn by merely a few minutes, was overcame with jealousy and anger at his brother's success and his parents' favor over him. The pair who often get into arguments and physical fights. If Eldeme and Therilt weren't around, one of the weasels might have murdered each other. Their parents pasted away when the twins faced their eleventh year. Verkdyn was prepared for a conflict with his envious brother, but, to Verkdyn's utter surprise, Sertin slipped away in the middle of the night and left his brother.
Verkdyn fared well—even better— even without his brother or help. With his quick mind and mouth and slyness, he even got more accomplished than his parents. Verkdyn continued his merchant business until the afternoon he arrived along the far east side of Mossflower. The weasel was tired and frustrated; he had made a difficult deal with a grumpy squirrel some way back and lost an extra silver medallion. He stopped the cart and set camp. He was starting a lunch of a herb and mushroom stew when another weasel approached him. Verkdyn immediately fell for the female weasel. She was a rather pretty little darling with a slim figure and sleek hazel brown fur and a white underbelly. Her eyes were warm brown; they were the first thing he noticed. Like himself, the female weasel, Perlina Jewar, preferred vegetation foods, and joined him for lunch. Introductions were made, and in that little time, Verkdyn decided that he would quit the job of a merchant and join Perlina with her family on their farm in Mossflower.
Verkdyn's new companion lived with her father, Rayrrod, and one older brother, Bantsam. The weasel family adopted to farming and agriculture after Perlina's mother had died and Rayrrod, who was a former wandering warrior, was so depressed that he decided to settle down with the rest of his children. Verkdyn was inspired by the simple way of living and joined as part of the family; his feelings for Perlina did not falter. In his seven years living at the farm, he wedded to Perlina, and the female weasel was soon bearing an infant. Verkdyn couldn't help but smile at the thought of being a father. It was but only a few days until the estimated date of the little baby. However, fate—or somebeast else—brought unhappiness upon the happy family. Fate, or Sertin.
The brother that Verkdyn had thought had left his life came back, where envy-caused revenge blazed in his path. In the midst of the peaceful and calm night, the gold-eyed weasel sneaked into the house, his dagger's target set on the thing Verkdyn concerned most of: Perlina. If Verkdyn had not woken up to give his wife a visit, Perlina and the baby she bore would have been no more. Sertin had not considered that Verkdyn might be up. The younger weasel brandished his own saber and was locked in combat with his brother, Sertin, however, not before his brother had injured Perlina. Sertin had more experience as a fighter and with his weapon, so he had the upper hand. The whole family woke and rushed to help. Rayrrod was a former warrior, and fended off Sertin as Perlina was carried out to safety, but he had grown into his seasons; the older weasel was slower and weaker, and Sertin cruelly slew him. Bantsam had grew up as a farmer, and died almost instantly under Sertin's weapon.
At that point, Verkdyn, who was supporting Perlina, was limping, but hurrying toward Redwall's direction. Hopefully, the Redwallers could help. But at their rate, Sertin had caught up. Verkdyn had to leave his wife among the roots of an elm and defend against his hating brother. Verkdyn was scratched and injured in plenty of places, but he had hatred and grief on his side, and with quick thinking, played dead, and killed his brother as soon as Sertin celebrated a victory cry. With what's left of his energy, he helped the half-conscious Perlina the rest of the way to the Abbey, where willing paws took them in. Verkdyn and his wife were treated with special care, and Perlina spent resting in the Infirmary. Verkdyn was much grateful to the Abbeydwellers. But his gratefulness was chopped off after a devastating happening and aimless accusation.
Perlina was about to give birth to a baby. Eager eyes invaded the sickbay from day to night, but only the Abbey elders and Verkdyn were allowed in. He was sent off to bed one night when he stayed wide awake till after midnight. That night, Perlina gave birth to a male weasel. It was till morning when Verkdyn found out. But he also found out something else. Perlina had gave up her life as she bore the little one. Verkdyn was obviously angry and heartbroken. His anger and grief almost brought death upon anybeast who dared approached it. His anger was shared to the Abbeydwellers, for, in his own reasoning, he had been urged to go to sleep when his wife had died hours after in the paws of the Abbeybeasts. Although the peaceful creatures had reasoned with him that she was injured so badly that giving birth to a child was too much for the fragile weasel, Verkdyn was not steered from his hatred. Part of the blame was on his brother, who he couldn't hate because Sertin was already dead. But most of it was on Redwall Abbey, although he was forced to stay at the Abbey, for his son was too young to travel.
The infant weasel was named Anilrep (Perlina spelled backwards, so grieving weasel would keep a living memory of his dead wife). He was also albino, pure white from head to tail, and the only color showing is his cherry-brown nose, pink-ish ears, and glittering red-black eyes. Even as a Dibbun, the young weasel was made of solid sense and was intelligent, unlike most young beasts. He was clever, but not evil and manipulating. Anilrep enjoyed life in the Abbey and made plenty of friends. He wasn't the cruel and mean average weasel. Anilrep was a rather friendly and good-hearted creature, living up as a good Redwaller in his early childhood, as he continued to be. Verkdyn saw that his son was warming comfortably to the Abbeydwellers, and, due to his boiling hatred, didn't approve of it. He wanted to leave before the young weasel grew into a true Redwaller. When Anilrep was five years in life, Verkdyn finally made his escape. He sneaked into the Kitchens and filled two haversacks with rations, grabbed his son, and slipped out of the Abbey, but not before setting the Kitchens alight. With the commotion with the fire, sneaking out wasn't difficult. This was the start of Verkdyn's evil ways.
Anilrep didn't support the idea that they had to leave. He enjoyed the carefree, friendly life inside the welcoming Abbey. All of the Dibbun friends he made and elders he looked up to, the things Redwall offered and things he'd learned since his birth... they were all gone. Verkdyn was hard against his son's soft side. Although he loved his son and was really caring toward the albino weasel, Verkdyn despised that Anilrep could make good connections with the Abbey; he placed the Abbeydwellers in blame for Anilrep's welcoming to the thought of Redwall. At the beginning, when Anilrep was continuously complaining about the escape, the older weasel would glare down at his son, but he couldn't do physical damage or harsh words, for he was protective and too loving toward Anilrep, for the young weasel was his only family. Anilrep asked why instead. Verkdyn admired that his son was more sensible and intelligent than the usual Dibbun, so he fed his son lies, lies like the bad things Redwall had done to him. The young weasel, who only experienced kindness and friendliness from the Abbeydwellers, couldn't believe it. Anilrep had to bluff that he absorbed his father's words, but, inside, he felt warm toward the Abbey that he grew up in, and even deeper, he knew his father was lying.
The going was rough. The pair had made it out of Mossflower country as fast as their paws would let them. Verkdyn feared that the Abbeydwellers might send beasts out to find them after stealing from the Kitchens, setting it on fire, and leaving like a night's breeze, and bring them back to punish them (which was unlikely). They traveled by day, and slept in hollowed out tree bases or hidden underneath thick underbrush. The pair traveled north. Verkdyn wasn't sure where to go after they had exited Mossflower Woods, but he saw a brighter future for himself, and hopefully, his son, for he hoped that Anilrep will forget about Redwall Abbey. As they wandered, Verkdyn attempted to steal from other innocent creatures, and it proved useful, for their supplies and rations were running low. The weasel raided homes and made use of his saber, now a weapon he had mastered and used several times. Verkdyn, who was once a cunning merchant and once a loving husband and father, was now a thief and killer. Anilrep, who was only a young weasel and lacked knowledge of murders and crimes and the "bad" side of the world, was horrified at his father's display. He would cry and shutter when he thought of the pain-twisted face of innocent creatures who fell victim to Verkdyn's blade or the pleading, hopeless expression of beasts whom had their possessions stolen, usually when Verkdyn used loved ones as ransom. Anilrep didn't like that his father was the cause of pain and sadness to others. In fact, he hated it. He hated how his father had turned to be. But he couldn't say anything, for he feared that Verkdyn's saber would turn to him.
As they moved on, Anilrep feared his father more and more, but he refrained from showing it. Verkdyn, now a murderer with mirthful glee, was still protective and caring with Anilrep, but he focused more on his occupation. It was a hard full year on foot. The weasel had never experienced killing before, and was beginning to like that he was in other creatures' mercy. He enjoyed the power he had over innocent, peace-loving beasts. The terrain had gotten for the worst. It was hard and bitter. Verkdyn preferred this place, for it was a war-beaten region, and he was becoming a violent beast. Anilrep was, yet again, in disagreement. The land was hostile and harsh and offered no warm feeling. But on a good paw, Verkdyn actually had a direction. He led his son toward the coastline. The weasel had been told of an island called Sampetra, a tropical island in the distant part of the Western Sea. It was probably teeming with vermin, and he'll fit just right there, where, from what he heard, Queen Moll ruled. When Anilrep learned of the island, he was terrified and unwilling to follow. It was already horrible that he had a killer father, but hoards of them? Verkdyn, who was hoping that his son could adapt to vermin life. The pair got themselves onto a corsair ship that had docked at a site of caves and left for sea. Verkdyn had blended well with the other beasts. He lounged, drank, and gambled with them, and was soon turned into a true vermin.
Anilrep had gotten worse. He took an instant dislike to the sea, the continuous churning waves, and the rocking of the ship. But mostly, the savage, drunk, and nasty vermin aboard. The albino weasel could be found huddling pitifully in a dark corner of his father's cabin room. The older weasel wanted Anilrep to adapt as soon as possible, so he pushed him into attention. Verkdyn had moved himself to become a mildly popular, cunning, and outgoing beast on board; Anilrep wasn't. He was an outcast the moment his parent put him out on deck; Anilrep was like Verkdyn's own shadow. The albino weasel was continuously picked on, bullied, and pushed around. However, it was unfortunate for the vermin who chose to smack, tease, or spit at Anilrep when Verkdyn was around; the protectively father weasel dealt with those certain ones with harsh beatings and with his teeth and claws. The only reason Anilrep made it to the island alive was under the eye of his father, who usually stayed close just in case. Some of the crew sneered down upon both Verkdyn and Anilrep, and the older weasel had lost some of his comrades and supporters by the end of the trip. Still, he protected the younger, more softhearted weasel.
When they had docked at the island of Sampetra, Verkdyn was immediately impressed. He admired the way the soldiers and patrols were organized. The dock and palace was well guard by a number of troops. The creatures that fascinated him were the Monitor Lizards. The huge, fierce, and scary-looking reptiles were like made-soldiers. He also admired the way they trained and disciplined their troops; this would be great practice for his son, Anilrep. The young weasel was certain of his answer. From his experiences on board, Anilrep wasn't eager to join. He would hate himself if he was turned into a vermin. Verkdyn urged him on, and when Anilrep resisted, Verkdyn got annoyed and forced him into it. Verkdyn worked his way up to a Naval Soldier while Anilrep was pushed into the army as a Palace Guard. Verkdyn was a skilled assassin, so to kill another beast wasn't new to him. Verkdyn found it easy and satisfying. The pair continued to work for Queen Moll to this very day.
».family
father therilt - dead.
mother eldeme - dead.
brother sertin - dead.
wife perlina - dead.
son anilrep.
x did i miss anything extra? x
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».other
» Verkdyn doesn't have the vermin dialect that most weasels, stoats, ferrets, rats, or common vermin have.
xoxo,
Northie
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