Veera sat in a back corner of the Leaky Keg, well away from anyone else. Her face stayed impassive as she listened to the idiotic nonsense that was going on around her. Veera was hoping that the problem would solve itself without any bloodshed, but it seemed clear that something would have to be done. Slowly, Veera stood up slowly and drew her sword, casting her gaze across the room. "Will all of you just shut up and calm down?!" she yelled, glaring at everyone. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "This badger clearly means you no harm," she explained, looking directly at the beast in question, "so if any of you try to harm him," she lifted her sword, "you'll have to deal with me." Veera held her sword vertically in front of her, ready to fend off any attack.
To Vikenti: Everyone here is very friendly and open-minded. So, I'm not surprised that nothing bad has happened in this thread.
To anyone else: I consider myself to be christian, but I am not officially part of any religion and that's because the church I used to go to was very mean to my dad. They pretty much forced him to do almost all maintenance and cleaning there and that's why we left. I don't really going to church anyway because a lot of people just misconstrue the facts and that just ticks me off.
Name: Veera Tellanis
Nicknames: None, and if you try to give her one, make sure she doesn't hear.
Species: Wildcat (female)
Appearance: Veera is tall and has all black fur except for her paws, which are white. Her eyes are a bright, shining green that can put some people on edge. She has a few small scars around her body that she tries to keep covered. She normally wears a simple long brown travel coat, as well as a pair of faded tan trousers and vest. She always keeps a simple leather scabbard at her waist, making sure that it is hidden by her coat. She always has an old silver ring on her, strange writing cover the outside of it.
Possessions: The old ring mentioned above that appears to hold incredible sentimental value to her. She also carries a longsword, and although the scabbard makes it seem rather plain, it is clear that the blade was forged by a master smith. Veera keeps a journal and some charcoal with her, as she believes that it is important to keep track of what has happened to her.
Personality: Stoic, she doesn't want other people to see her feelings, she finds them distracting. Quiet, she doesn't feel like she has a lot to say most of the time. It is rather difficult to make friends with her. Very serious and does not like dealing with people that are not serious, but she tries her best.
Strengths: Skilled swordsbeast, rather agile, pays close attention to details, rarely feels fear, versatile fighter though not nearly as good as with a blade.
Weakness’: Hopeless hunter, has trouble determining who to help or hinder, no idea where her loyalties lie, cannot use a bow or similar ranged weapon, can’t leave things unfinished, has pretty much no useful skills other than fighting.
Background: Veera's father left her mother and older sister before she was even born, and her mother died soon after giving birth to her. Just a week later, a pair of hares from the Long Patrol found the two sisters and decided, against all reason, to take them to Salamandastron and raise them. At first, the badger lord and most everyone else there was opposed to the idea, but they soon learned to accept the cats. Veera learned how to fight along with the other apprentices’ of the Long Patrol, while her sister, Laia, learned how to read and write and other artistic talents. One day, Veera went on a patrol with some other members of the Long Patrol. They found a small band of vermin led by a wildcat and easily dispersed it, but Veera was torn. Here was one of her own kind, and the patrol attacked them without a second thought, it didn't seem right. She didn't want to seem like a coward or a traitor, but she didn't want to hurt her own kind or their companions. So, she did the only thing she could think of, she ran away and has been running for some time now.
(please tell me if there is anything contradicting in the background and/or if there is anything I could do to make this better, thank you)
Fenrath stared at the hook that the pale snake had dropped in front of him. Even though the hook wasn't his, he didn't want to accidentally anger the snake by second guessing it. “Ribbonwhite,” he said, ignoring the hare/rabbit/whatever, “my name is Fenrath.” He made sure to talk slowly and articulately, so that Ribbonwhite could understand him easily. He picked up one of the cooked fish and turned to Noah, “It is very easy to mistake a rabbit for a hare, sir.” He took a bite of fish and savored the flavor, suddenly reminding him just how hungry he was. Fenrath pointed at the drum by Ribbonwhite, “Do you, play that?” he had honestly never heard of a snake ever bothering to play any kind of instrument.
Fenrath promptly turned on his heel and led the way to his camp, where he stopped and stared at what he saw. The white snake was sitting by the fire, and it appeared to have eaten his breakfast. He wasn't exactly mad that they had stolen his food, being an otter he could easily catch more, it was the fact that they had taken the fish without asking. Of course, he didn't actually say anything about it, he would seem like a hypocrite, at least to himself. Sighing, he turned towards the rabbit, “I’ll be right back,” and with that, he ran towards the stream. With speed and grace that can only be attained by an otter, Fenrath quickly caught two more fish for him and the hare.
Back at his camp, Fen spitted his catch on a new stick and set them over the fire to cook. He kept a careful eye on the snake, scrutinizing them with a practiced eye. They had a drum, which meant that either they were some kind of bard, or more likely that it had belonged to a previous kill. Fenrath shifted himself so that his sabers were in clear view, “So, why are you here, and what do you want?” he asked, keeping an eye on his fish.
Fenrath stared at the pale snake in front of him, surprise and a bit of fear etched into his face. He knew better than to try and fight a snake, any snake, particularly when it appeared to be threatening him. He brought his knife, which still had the fish on it, close to his chest and began to slowly creep around the snake. Had it not been for this lethal predator, Fenrath would have surely noticed the objects that had lain quite close to him. As it stood, his gaze was firmly locked on the deadly, white snake.
Fenrath breathed a sigh of relief as he entered his camp, which was really no more than a small fire pit and a bedroll. That encounter with the snake had been far too close for comfort, but at least he knew what had frightened the fish in the first place. Sticking his catch on a stick, Fen began to start a fire to cook it. The thought of a warm meal sped his progress and he quickly had the fish roasting slowly over it. Instead of staying to keep an eye on his meal, he decided to stretch his limbs a bit, and started to walk straight towards the stream.
Fenrath almost ran straight into the hare then, but at the last moment he jumped back and crouched, looking the hare over. Standing, Fenrath tried to keep him calm, “Sorry about that, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he explained, “I was a bit preoccupied.” Carefully scrutinizing him, Fenrath made a mental note, looks like he has money, might actually be worth it. So, in order to not lose track of him, Fen said, “Would you, perchance, like a bite to eat? I have a fish cooking just over there.” he gestured towards his campsite.
(OOC: I’m going off the assumption that Noah might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, no offense. ;D)
Fenrath sat on a large, flat rock by the stream, looking for all the world like a large, black lump. He had been sitting here since early morning, and his limbs were starting to stiffen painfully. He wished that he had not come here so early, but he was very hungry and was willing to wait all day for a meal, though he hoped he didn’t have to. Patience, his master had beat into his head time and time again, patience. Fen was very glad for those lessons, certainly, anyone else would have surely given up and gone elsewhere by now.
Suddenly, Fenrath’s paw shot out towards the water, a small knife hidden in it, and speared a fair sized fish that had been bolting upstream. He chuckled as he lifted his catch, not even creatures of water could escape his deadly speed. Fenrath stretched and shrugged off his cloak, which didn’t actually do much on account of his dark fur. A thought suddenly came to him, something had spooked this fish, probably something big. So, lacking anything better to do, Fen picked up his cloak and catch, and headed towards his campsite, which just happened to be in the direction of whatever had scared those fish.
(OOC: Hi there! Nice to meet you! I think this is fine for an rp here, oh, and you probably want to learn more about Fen, here: http://www.redwallslegacy.com/forum/index.php?topic=1888.msg38081#msg38081 Enjoy!)