Willow Frostorb [Finished]

[Willow Frostorb]

Your character's full name: Willow Frostorb, Frost, Willow, Wills.
Age: 5 seasons
Species: River Otter
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance:

Unlike the usual otter, Willow's fur is silver, running almost to black in many places. Some of these places are from her thighs down to her nails on her hindlegs. Her ears, as well as the fur at her spine, is tinted dark grey to black. A lithe creature, it is obvious she spends a bit of time fighting. Her muscles are often tensed and ready for a fight, no matter how relaxed she may appear otherwise.

Her muzzle is crossed by a single scar, furless and merely a white line across the feature. One ear, the left one, bears a vee nick, the result of an encounter with a stoat. The river otter's claws are black, and her individual fingers are long, enabling her to reach several strings on her lute at a time.

Perhaps her most unusual feature are her eyes. Crystalline, frosted blue, some have mistaken her of being blind, but that is not the case. Her eyes were originally thought to be the mark of a seer, but apparently, this was also not the case.

Belongings:

A steel dirk with a piece of obsidian in the pommel, worn at the hip. The river otter also wears a piece of carved jade on a leather thong around her neck. Strapped to her back with a leather belt is a lute, water-proofed with resin, and there is a short bag of extra strings tied to her belt.

She wears a simple cloak around her shoulders, deep purple and threaded with silver. Occassionally she wears more extraordinary outfits for shows.

Job or Position:

Bard

Personality:

Witty and charming, she is bubbling with energy and loves a good spar or competition. She can be rather blunt at times, but she means well, and has a sweet side. Often retreating into laps of utter silence, Willow likes to think things through and dislikes invasions of her past. The river otter doesn't like talking about where she came from, but after a well-placed compliment or a revealed secret from the other chatterer, she will talk.

History and Background Information:

To the north, there is a river, dropping out of the mountain cliffs. And alongside that river, there is a tribe of river otters. Under the roots of a alder tree, three otterbabes were born. The smallest female did not survive the night. The male had eyes like pitch and dark fur, and the final female was born with fur like moonlight. Days later, when their eyes had opened, another odd trait was found in the remaining she-otter. Her eyes were blue, like frost-coated water. Believed simply to be a trait of the newborn, everyone thought she would grow out of it. However, she did not. The babe, named Willow, grew to be a cheerful, energetic creature, and as mischevious as her brother. The pair of them spent the majority of their time frustrating their elders. Willow's crystalline eyes were thought to be a sign of a seer, and she was trained in seer arts, but by the time she was two moons old, she showed no further signs of seer abilities.

When she was four moons old, a traveling troupe of entertainers passed through the tribe's camp. Completely enchanted with them, Willow spent every waking moment(and some sleeping moments) at their paws, watching and trying to copy their acrobatic arts and magic. Two of the troupe found the otterbabe equally enchanting, and taught her what they could. One of the two, a red squirrel named Phebo, carved a lute from the core of a willow tree and gave it a thin coat of resin, so Willow could even keep it with her in the water. Phebo showed her how to play a few simple tunes, and gave her the words on birch bark as well, along with a bag to keep spare strings in. The troupe stayed in the camp for several days, and the other entertainer, a one-eyed weasel named Kellik, taught her illusion tricks with powders and herbs. Leaving Willow with an assortment of powders and strange herbs, Phebo and Kellik departed two days after the rest of their troupe had.

At six moons, it became clear Willow had no talent in craftmaking, and she wouldn't be a seer. Music became her sole reason for existing, and she wove several of her own songs, as well as learning the other pieces by heart. Whenever a traveler passed through, she asked for the tunes and songs they knew, and recorded them on birchbark. Her mind became a living encyclopedia for music and stories of the old tales, including several of Redwall itself. She enjoying entertaining at feasts or just for the younger babes, but living with the tribe kept her confined, and when she was alone, she often fell sad. Eventually she confided in her brother, Thornclaw, and he mentioned that, having overheard the chief and others talking, that a few of the craftsmen were going to take their goods to the next town. Perhaps, he said, she could go with them and start her own life on the road.

The ottermaid bid her family good by shortly after her seventh moon. Armed only with a steel dirk her brother had maid, she stayed with the craftsmen for several nights and days before setting off on her own. She wore a cloak, woven by the village sage and thread with silver, was dyed a deep purple, almost black and the perfect camoflauge in the night.

Having dropped her tribe name and taken the name Frostorb, she travels all across the lands, telling tales and singing songs. In her third season, Willow was captured by crows and kept as a servant, and with the aid of a band of squirrels, managed to escape. She now has a great fondness for all squirrels, bad-tempered and the like, but has a great fear of all things with feathers.

Any other details:

A single creature, she has a fondness for salmon whip and strawberries, but has a strong dislike of all birds. As a neutral, she will work as an entertainer for anyone but birds, but enjoys working for goodbeasts more.

[carabadgermum]

very nice!
welcome to the site