Name: Erksta Riverrider VII
Species: Otter
Gender: Male
Age: 22 (the time of his life when he was a goodbeast)
History (or link to your character's page, if one exists):
www.freewebs.com/otterpirateRPing Sample:
The little puppy wagged his tail furiously; most dogs did this when they were happy. He stood on his front paws, wearing a golden necklace, and a little purple, royal attire. Purple silk looked good against the puppy's black fur, and the little violet top-hat was twisted, the front facing the right. A little gold ear-ring was looped through his right ear, and a tiny pistol was hidden in a pocket low on the purple button-down with yellow cuffs and shoulder trimmings. He walked importantly to the Inn of Riya. The puppy, older than a babe but barely a child, was obviously the child of a very rich dog. However, he was the child of a very poor dog. His father was dead; he was being raised by an otter. Originally, his parents named him Trerra; it meant "honesty" where they were from. The puppy had told his new father that he was from Fuse Isle, but Erksta knew not to trust things said by todlers. Since the pup had been rescued in the Western Sea, the otter named him Miracle, because it was mircale he was alive!
He trotted to the Inn with a swagger; he was the adopted son of a very rich otter! The puppy had no boundaries - if anyone messed with him, they would mess with Erksta Riverrider - for he was the messenger pup. When the little puppy fought with the door to open, he made a foolish scene; it would have been funny to watch. Miracle saw the fox, immediately realizing that this was the captain that Erksta had told him to report about when he arrived! But before he went back to the Manor House - it was far away, you see - he wanted to get a little drink. The puppy climbed ad best he could up onto the bar-stool, before asking the waitress for help. A vixen helped him up, giggling at the little pup, but knowing not to be too rude; it would be offensive to Erksta. Miracle smiled with gratitude, before eagerly pointing at a flask of Grape Cordial. "Ooh, ooh! That one!"
The pup took a sip, spilling a little on his cute suit; lucky for him, he was wearing purple, anyway! Putting the drink down, he grabbed a little tart, and nodded to the fox. "I'll go tell Daddy you're here!" Grinning at Rikian, he turned around and ran as fast he could to the door. Pushing it open more efficiently, the puppy took his long dash to the Manor House. It was an exercise, but he knew he wasn't the otter's true son, and the pirate didn't have to pull him out of the sea when he was unconcious. So, he was willing to do anything and everything for his father. How he got in the Western Sea, no one knows, and no one knows how he survived unconciously for that long. It certainly was a miracle. Finally spotting the Manor House's large pillars up front, he walked to the door.
It was a very rich place. Six pillars line up on each side of the two story mansion, with pots and jewelry all around. It was mainly Mayor Taut's items, but Erksta owned some, too. The pup saw the rabbit, Mayor Taut, sitting at a long, wooden table. He was eating a huge roasted duck, with a side of lettuce and cabbage. A few carrots were to the left of his delicacy, and an otter was sitting beside him. The plates were all made of silver; these plates were only found in the richest manors, and this was only Mayor Taut’s lunch. The splendor that would be dinner – sadly – would be missed by Erksta and Miracle. The pup took the hat off, remembering his manners. Miracle placed it on a hat rack, and strode leisurely to the table. He took a seat next to Erksta, and smiled one of his biggest. “The fox is here, daddy!” The otter stared blankly. Pushing some of the duck’s meat on the puppy’s plate, he nodded. “Ye done goo’, ‘ere is some o’ tha bes’ duck ye’ll e’er eat. Mi’acle, thank yer.” Captain Riverrider turned around as he was walking away; this was a sign of respect to Mayor Taut. “May yer riches grow, Ma’or Tau’.”
He was clad in his best cloak; the otter was wearing a long, flowing black cloak with gold squares holding it to his gray button-down. The button-down had red trimmings, and the black pants were silky. Erksta had two gold teeth, one in the middle of his top, and one in the left at the bottom. When he smiled, it would shimmer; his smiles were usually a sign that he was in a good mood, and when he was in a good mood, he was dangerous. He walked slowly to the door, grabbing a black pirate hat from the rack, with a red bandana. The bandana poked out around his forehead while his hat was over his skull. He was a fearsome sight; everything was business with the otter, even if he did enjoy plundering and pillaging. As he strolled through the village, he kept his head held up high; he was important and rich. One of the main reasons this scummy village was even alive was because of his efforts in trading. On the ship, he was Captain Riverrider, but in the village, he was Lord Erksta Riverrider VII. The otter smiled mischievously; he had met this fox before.
They were never on peaceful terms, but they had gotten better. And now, if they had an alliance, they could both fight Passion. Erksta growled; he hated that female fox. Cursing her under his breath, he scratched his head. One day, they would have their revenge. “Passion Nigh’sor’, Scu’ o’ tha sea!” He clenched his fists, his scimitar dangling dangerously from his belt. His pistol was hidden under his cloak, strapped to a black holster on his back. It was hidden well; if anyone had seen it, they hadn’t said anything to him. Well, no one would. Who wanted to pick a fight with Captain Riverrider? Now, he was recovering from his thoughts of Passion, and his ego was inflated again. Truthfully, he was just envious. How could she get so rich so young? She was naught but a girl! Still, he kept strolling, pushing the thoughts away. Once Captain Zarooah had made an alliance with him, they would sink the Bloodwake into the bottom of the Western Sea! Yes, they would! Erksta had his plans; the dangerous smile on his face indicated that he was thinking of the death of his foe.
As the big tavern came into view, he smiled, walking to it leisurely. Erksta grinned as he pushed the doors open, seeing one porcupine in the back ducking behind his table. Waving to him, he signaled that he was not going to hurt anybody. With a wave of his paw, the otter could threaten people, or tell them they were okay. With a wave of his paw, he could make the townsfolk do things they wouldn’t normally do. Did he abuse this power? Absolutely. The otter took a seat next to Rikian, taking off his pirate, leaving the red bandana with the gray skull wrapped around his head. His cloak flowed to the floor as he sat down. Unsheathing his scimitar, he placed it on the table. This was a sign of peace. However, he didn’t take out his pistol. No one could see it, he thought, so why would he need to remove it? Besides, if the fox tried anything, he always had Trusty Streak. He named his weapons, and the pistol was Trusty Streak. He rarely missed with it, and the bullets would fly quickly, leaving a streak in the air for only the best eyes to see.
“Well…” He mumbled, looking at the fox to start the conversation. But instead, he started talking. “We’come ta Riya, frien’. As ye know, I’m Erks’a Ri’errider; me shi’ is ou’ there, an’ me crew is res’less, so make it qui’.” Erksta glared straight into the fox’s eyes with his big, dark cloudy eyes. “Me reason is c’ear, I wan’ ta rid tha worl’ o’ Passion Nigh’sor’. Will ye ‘elp me?” He said it as bluntly as possible; Erksta liked to get straight to the point. He didn’t waste his time with long, drawn-out dialogue. That wasn’t business; that was confrontation. To him, there was a big difference. He smiled, showing his golden teeth. Waiting for the fox to respond, he turned to the vixen who was tending the bar. Winking at her, he nodded. “Ge’ me a whi’e wine, will ya, swee’y? Thank yer.” The vixen hurried to pour the glass; Erksta usually acted threateningly at her, but in front of his guest, he treated her well. Thinking to herself, she chuckled. He actually said ‘thank you.’ Handing him the drink, she walked off to the other customers. Erksta took a large sip. He wiped some off of his mouth with his cloak and turned back to the fox. “Well?”
The otter was glad; this fox would make a good ally.
OOC: Don't be fooled by my joining date; I'm also Rinafera, and I've been here for a year and four months! xD
Oh, Aster, I'll be active; football season has ended, and my schedule is
crystal clear. ^^ Also, the only reason there are guns and puppies is because this RP is a sample from my anthro pirate site that isn't Redwall-related. I'm so glad someone has come back to this site.
