Post by Riska Longarm on Jan 26, 2009 15:45:28 GMT -5
-- Riska Longarm
-- Weasel
-- Female
-- 16
-- Riska is a very confident young weasel with short, brown and white fur. She wears a black, tattered shirt and greyish-white shorts. With her, she carries along a variety of tri-blades and a cutlass. Riska's ability to swim and climb makes a great attribute for anything stealth related. Although skinny, she is not the best required for military.
Most of Riska's hobbies include treating other beasts to her exquisite meals and exploring the lands from sea to shining sea. Riska's dream was to finally go to Mossflower and that dream was fulfilled when she found a lovely tree to settle down in. From there, she wandered into the clearing where her jaw dropped. Mossflower was practically in her backyard! Riska's heart skipped and she ran up to the towering building and hugged it. A confident young weasel indeed.
***flashback to her childhood where I will elaborate.**
Riska's family was massacred by a pack of wild beasts, she wasn't looking because she didn't want to see the ones who tried to destroy her entire village. She ran away— far away from them, and hid in a hole under a tree; where she stayed for (what seemed like) ages. Ever since that day, Riska's dream was to meet the officers of Mossflower and get them to help her.
But her fear that the beasts will return for her, made the trip to the military delayed. Her once blue eyes tainted grey with hatred that built up inside her. All Riska wanted was friends, all she wanted was her life back. She gave but was never given back; her cooking skills improving with everyday practice. In the village she was staying at, she was called the best beast to cook at a young age. Stupid and selfish, Riska left; finding herself a home she could stay in without rent.
Exploring was one of her second favorite things to do. Adventure amazed the living daylights out of a curious weasel with acting talents. That's why she could get out of everyday fights on the streets and roads.
***childhood flashback ended***
To her, the crisp smell of the sea or the musty clothes of the soldiers that were in battle made her feel like she was home. Riska's dream came true at last...
-- Cook
-- anyplace that a cook is needed
-- Weasel
-- Female
-- 16
-- Riska is a very confident young weasel with short, brown and white fur. She wears a black, tattered shirt and greyish-white shorts. With her, she carries along a variety of tri-blades and a cutlass. Riska's ability to swim and climb makes a great attribute for anything stealth related. Although skinny, she is not the best required for military.
Most of Riska's hobbies include treating other beasts to her exquisite meals and exploring the lands from sea to shining sea. Riska's dream was to finally go to Mossflower and that dream was fulfilled when she found a lovely tree to settle down in. From there, she wandered into the clearing where her jaw dropped. Mossflower was practically in her backyard! Riska's heart skipped and she ran up to the towering building and hugged it. A confident young weasel indeed.
***flashback to her childhood where I will elaborate.**
Riska's family was massacred by a pack of wild beasts, she wasn't looking because she didn't want to see the ones who tried to destroy her entire village. She ran away— far away from them, and hid in a hole under a tree; where she stayed for (what seemed like) ages. Ever since that day, Riska's dream was to meet the officers of Mossflower and get them to help her.
But her fear that the beasts will return for her, made the trip to the military delayed. Her once blue eyes tainted grey with hatred that built up inside her. All Riska wanted was friends, all she wanted was her life back. She gave but was never given back; her cooking skills improving with everyday practice. In the village she was staying at, she was called the best beast to cook at a young age. Stupid and selfish, Riska left; finding herself a home she could stay in without rent.
Exploring was one of her second favorite things to do. Adventure amazed the living daylights out of a curious weasel with acting talents. That's why she could get out of everyday fights on the streets and roads.
***childhood flashback ended***
To her, the crisp smell of the sea or the musty clothes of the soldiers that were in battle made her feel like she was home. Riska's dream came true at last...
-- Cook
-- anyplace that a cook is needed