Fisher
Aug 2, 2016 20:05:26 GMT
Post by Fisher on Aug 2, 2016 20:05:26 GMT
Out Of Character
Name/Alias: Kat - The Little Red Panda - Panda
Age: 34 *sniff*
Location/Timezone: Moun---PACIFIC! I MOVED!
Experience: 21 some-odd years roleplaying.
How You Found Us?: Noel kidnapped me.
In the event of unexplained inactivity, should we kill off or adopt out your character?: I prefer wandering but if killing them is the only option, make it an epic death. I just don’t want to come back from a month-long trip to find my character was adopted out to someone else. Happened before. I cried.
In Character
Name: Fisher (Cub name was Strongheart)
Heritage: Jack-wolf Rider
Soul Name: Niyol
Preserver Name: Smelly-Fishy-Highthing
Title: Fisher/Hunter/Fighter
Age: 533
Gender: Male
Bio Picture:
Before losing his eye:
Face Claim: Avi Kaplan
Hair: Black. Unkept, sometimes pulling it back into a ponytail out of his face. Shaggy, a little less than neck-length. His beard seems to be the only thing he cares about when it comes to his appearance. He keeps it trim so he isn't eating it along with his food.
Eyes: His left eye is brown while his right is milky white, deformed in shape and the scar that runs through his eye on the right side of his face indicates how he lost his sight. He wears an eyepatch due to the odd look of his physical eye. Height/Build: 4’2”, toned and healthy looking
Skin: Skin has been bronzed by the sun with a lighter tone beneath his leathers and places that receive less direct sunlight. He has tan lines, indeed.
Clothing:
Warmer climate: leather pants, loose-fit for comfort and a leather sleeveless vest that hangs open.
Colder climate: He wears the same thing year round, though he does occasionally wear a coat or long-sleeved shirt depending on colder temperatures.
Personality:
+ Friendly
+ Focused and Determined
+ Positive outlook on things
+ Quick witted
- Stubborn to a fault
- Oblivious to subtle things such as subtle flirting.
Magic:
Alas, Fisher’s only magic is the twinkle in his eye and his extreme talent and ability to stumble and remain upright while drunk.
Skills: (add additional skills after the presets; clarify the strength of each skill using the following scale: weak/average/strong/excellent)
Fishing (Spear): Excellent
Fishing (Pole): Average - Too hit or miss for his tastes.
Fishing (Hand): Average-Strong - He can do it with catfish specifically.
Fishing (Crafting): Strong - He makes his own nets and fish traps.
Swimming: Strong-Excellent
Hunting: Average-Strong
Sending: Average-Strong
Singing: Average-Strong
Climbing: Average
Dancing: Average
First Aid: Average
Tracking: Average
Carpentry: Weak-Average - He can fix simple things but he doesn't have knowledge or skill to make anything with any degree of complexity.
Cooking: Weak - He can start a fire and put things to cook but they'll end up either undercooked or charred crisps if left in his care.
Herbalism: Weak - Poison Ivy would help soothe a burn, right?
Instruments: Weak - For the sake of your ears, don't ask him to play
Leather Crafting: Weak - He can fix a seam temporarily but completely useless otherwise
Weapons:
- (Swords and daggers): Excellent
- (Throwing Knives): Excellent
- (Spear): Average-Strong
- (Staff): Average
- (Axes): Weak-Average - He sees them more as a tool than a weapon, but in a pinch he could use one.
- (Bow/Arrow): Weak - Imagine a tree with a target on it. He'll hit the tree. Not necessarily the target. But, he'll hit the tree!
- (Darts/Lances/Any other weapon you can think of): What end is up?
Likes/Dislikes/Phobias:
+ Stories
+ Warm Rains
+ Star Gazing
+ Sharing Furs (not necessarily to Fur, although…)
+ Furring (Both genders welcome!)
+ Fishing
+ Mindless runs/rides. (He enjoys just taking off for a run or a ride. Good way to clear his mind)
- Excessive Rain
- Fire (Forest Fire/Plains Fire)
- Pain in a hunt (Clean kills. He doesn’t like his prey to suffer)
- Strong Winds (Excessively strong - These types can cause destruction (Tornado) or blow burning embers and cause a fire)
= Fast-Flowing water (Rapids, flash floods, etc. He’s fine with waterfalls that land in pools)
= Vast-Deep (While he’s never seen it, the stories make him uneasy… water so deep he can’t touch the bottom with a little diving, and you can’t see the other side of the ‘river’)
Family/Friends:
Father: Blade - Deceased during a freak accident where he took a hoof to the face.
Mother: TBD
Siblings: Pehra, half-brother on his mother's side
Lifemate: None
Lovemate: None
Furmate: None
Cubs: None
Mentor: None
Student: None
Freesharer: Yes (Mild jealousy if someone he’s particularly fond of chooses someone else’s furs to warm for a night.)
History:
Fisher was born to Blade and TBD and was named Strongheart as a cub due to his difficult birth. It was assumed at first that he would not survive, but his heart simply would not give up.
After the first few years of his life, he began to show interest in learning everything he could. He would pretend he had various forms of magics, stoneshaping, tree shaping, anything he could think of. He often pretended he’d be on top of the tallest tree in the forest that he had shaped himself, or he was in a deep cave that he had shaped, with little rooms here and there.
As he grew into young adulthood, he began to train with his father on dual-wielding. He became proficient in daggers, throwing knives, swords, and even axes. While there wasn’t any danger of humans or trolls, his father felt it was best to learn before it was a need. It was during this time, he learned to fish as well.
Fishing was something he was good at. He could spear fish, or even fish with his bare hands with enough time invested. He enjoyed spending as much time at the river as possible. It was his second home, so to speak.
It wasn’t long ago that the rains came stronger than before. While the storm had passed upstream, the river stayed somewhat calm. Unaware of the pending flash-flood, Fisher went to the river to fish as normal. He had no chance to react when he was suddenly swept off his feet and washed downstream.
When he regained consciousness, he learned that at some point he had smacked his face against something sharp, possibly a rock, and that it had gouged his right eye, causing him to lose sight. Unfortunately his eye was too badly damaged to be healed.
He still returns to the river, unafraid of another flood. He now knew to be more careful after heavy rain, but he refused to let fear keep him from something he loved to do.
Animal: Currently unbonded
Name:
Age: (30 max for ponies, 20 max for jackwolves)
Animal Picture: (optional, please no large formats)
Canyon Home description: Basic. He keeps enough furs to be comfortable (and warm in the winter) and share with others, a few baskets for random belongings, a few fish traps and nets, and of course spear.
Canyon Home Picture: (optional, please no large formats)
Tent description: Basic. He keeps enough furs to be comfortable (and warm in the winter) and share with others, a few baskets for random belongings, a few fish traps and nets, and of course spear.
Tent Picture: (optional, please no large formats)
Any other information: Left handed, and while he’s blinded in one eye, he has overcome the depth-perception loss. His outlook on life is “I refuse to be held captive by fear. Avoiding the river will not change the outcome. My body will one day be reclaimed, and when it is time, it will happen. Whether I am in the river or on the plains, it will happen all the same.” He enjoys singing and has a deep bass voice. (See Avi Kaplan for reference.)