Post by spender on Jan 12, 2010 11:25:25 GMT -5
Firstly... I apologise. I haven't really looked around very much before writing this, so I don't know what nation he's really from or ... or anything! And it's all a bit silly!
Name: Spender Alexander Cielciosk
Species: Mustela Furo, or Ferret
Age: 13, possibly 14
Birthday: January --, 1778 ... or 9
Nation of Residence: Welkin??
Status: Feisty
Appearance: Sudden.
... he likes to pop out at strangers.
Tatty. Unkempt. Unwashed. Spender is a mess - and loves it. If it's sticky, gooey, got flies around it, slimy, or just generally gross, chances are he'll grab it and secret it about his person until such a time as it becomes part of his skin or he has a chance to wipe it on someone else as a practical joke. He is, for all intents and purposes, a greasy stripling.
His fur pattern is Dark Sable, like his mother's (his father was much lighter sable, and so are his sisters). Red is his favourite colour, and he has enough fashion sense to match his cap with his tunic, but has absonded from every pair of trousers thrust upon him. Eventually his parents gave up trying to make such a silly thing as trousers fit a short-legged, tube-crawling creature. Tail problem: solved.
Size-wize, Spender is a little ... big. Not too big. Just a little big. Bigger than average. Bigger than he should be, for his age. He's not strong - just rather over-sized in the manner of a young lad whose body is confused about what it's supposed to be doing at any given moment and so compensates for it by putting all its points into the Largeness attribute. Maybe he'll grow out of being large and spend a year or two letting his age catch up with him, or maybe he'll be doomed to being half a head taller than most ferrets. Either way, the way things stand - "broad-shouldered" comes to mind - Spender would make some good back-up muscle. If, you know, he had any.
Personality: Under construction. As his brain is still in the process of growing, of course his personality will not be finished yet - and may not ever be. But in the meanwhile, Spender is a grouchy, sadistic, spiteful little twerp. His main interest is looking out for Number One, and if there's anything around for Number One to break. Hopefully something priceless. Museums are fun like that.
Curiosity defines him, apart from his miniature Attila-the-Hun attitude. Spender will stick his nose into anything it can fit in, and some places it can't. He's not interested in learning, and has not been paying attention to politics in the slightest. His goal is to have oodles of fun at the expense of others. He is, at the time of writing, considered by his parents to be un-tamable. Hence their sending him off to the navy to be made aman ferret out of.
Bio: Born in Bully Harbour in 1724, or possibly 1725 - it's foggy - Spender was four - or perhaps five - when a bubble of collapsing time trapped him in an alternate reality and suddenly he'd always been born in 1778. Or '79. It's still foggy.
After that incident, life was normal for the young ferret. He got into scraps, did bad in schooling, got into more scraps, beat up his sisters, had a minor crime incident occur which is all very hush-hush because the shop-keeper is happy to have at least one leg still, and got into a few more scraps for good measure. You know, just to round things out nicely.
His family owns an inn-and-tavern somewhere, where his father works as the main chef and brewer, and his mother was a lady of some high standing. Spender doesn't really care about any of that, though, because they're too big and old to get into scraps with.
His destructive and unhelpful presence around their customers led him into a fascinating world of corporal punishment, also known as Adventure on the High Seas. Which is to say his mother got fed up and shipped him off. His parents cried a bit when he left, but he could have sworn he heard champagne popping before he was around the first bend in the road.
And now he's here and oblivious to what is happening in the world. All he knows is, he wants to get into another scrap, and soon.
Name: Spender Alexander Cielciosk
Species: Mustela Furo, or Ferret
Age: 13, possibly 14
Birthday: January --, 1778 ... or 9
Nation of Residence: Welkin??
Status: Feisty
Appearance: Sudden.
... he likes to pop out at strangers.
Tatty. Unkempt. Unwashed. Spender is a mess - and loves it. If it's sticky, gooey, got flies around it, slimy, or just generally gross, chances are he'll grab it and secret it about his person until such a time as it becomes part of his skin or he has a chance to wipe it on someone else as a practical joke. He is, for all intents and purposes, a greasy stripling.
His fur pattern is Dark Sable, like his mother's (his father was much lighter sable, and so are his sisters). Red is his favourite colour, and he has enough fashion sense to match his cap with his tunic, but has absonded from every pair of trousers thrust upon him. Eventually his parents gave up trying to make such a silly thing as trousers fit a short-legged, tube-crawling creature. Tail problem: solved.
Size-wize, Spender is a little ... big. Not too big. Just a little big. Bigger than average. Bigger than he should be, for his age. He's not strong - just rather over-sized in the manner of a young lad whose body is confused about what it's supposed to be doing at any given moment and so compensates for it by putting all its points into the Largeness attribute. Maybe he'll grow out of being large and spend a year or two letting his age catch up with him, or maybe he'll be doomed to being half a head taller than most ferrets. Either way, the way things stand - "broad-shouldered" comes to mind - Spender would make some good back-up muscle. If, you know, he had any.
Personality: Under construction. As his brain is still in the process of growing, of course his personality will not be finished yet - and may not ever be. But in the meanwhile, Spender is a grouchy, sadistic, spiteful little twerp. His main interest is looking out for Number One, and if there's anything around for Number One to break. Hopefully something priceless. Museums are fun like that.
Curiosity defines him, apart from his miniature Attila-the-Hun attitude. Spender will stick his nose into anything it can fit in, and some places it can't. He's not interested in learning, and has not been paying attention to politics in the slightest. His goal is to have oodles of fun at the expense of others. He is, at the time of writing, considered by his parents to be un-tamable. Hence their sending him off to the navy to be made a
Bio: Born in Bully Harbour in 1724, or possibly 1725 - it's foggy - Spender was four - or perhaps five - when a bubble of collapsing time trapped him in an alternate reality and suddenly he'd always been born in 1778. Or '79. It's still foggy.
After that incident, life was normal for the young ferret. He got into scraps, did bad in schooling, got into more scraps, beat up his sisters, had a minor crime incident occur which is all very hush-hush because the shop-keeper is happy to have at least one leg still, and got into a few more scraps for good measure. You know, just to round things out nicely.
His family owns an inn-and-tavern somewhere, where his father works as the main chef and brewer, and his mother was a lady of some high standing. Spender doesn't really care about any of that, though, because they're too big and old to get into scraps with.
His destructive and unhelpful presence around their customers led him into a fascinating world of corporal punishment, also known as Adventure on the High Seas. Which is to say his mother got fed up and shipped him off. His parents cried a bit when he left, but he could have sworn he heard champagne popping before he was around the first bend in the road.
And now he's here and oblivious to what is happening in the world. All he knows is, he wants to get into another scrap, and soon.
