Full Name: Hyssop
Job: Part of "Marcus the magnificent and co. Mossflower Travailing performers." (Actress, singer, dancer musician)
Description: Free falling light brown fur fading to a yellowish tan white underbelly (its not combed or primped but its not messy either, She just lets it do its own thing). Vibrant sapphire blue eyes. Relatively short and attractively slender. Large ears and a small pink nose. Small delicate skilled paws. She wears a loos purple (To be specific french mauve) skirt that reaches down to a bit below her knees, a thick darker purple sash (eminence) and a loos white short sleeve top bagging attractively round the sash and the ends of the short sleeves.
Possessions: Two small gold colored hoop earrings on her upper right ear. One larger gold colored hoop earring on the lower part of her left ear. Three Ring bracelets on her right wrist that jungle when she moves. A beaded anklet on her left ankle that tinkles when she walks. A tambourine. Two throwing daggers. A satchel. A small flute. A Lyre. One ore two other costumes.
- Good balance
- Playing the flute and Lyre,
- Dagger throwing,
- Using a sling
- Slight of hand
- Lock picking.
- Not very physically strong
- Pretty useless with heavy arms because of her size
- Pore endurance
Personality: Good nurtured, calm in a crisis, always acts like shes got every thing under control, kind to others, selfless, hardworking, quick thinker, outgoing, cheerful, optimist, fast learner,
Hyssops parents where a pare of gypsy's who went about trading things for a living, they went at life with an abandon and had very little responsibility, nor did they want to. Hyssop stuck around with them for the first few year of her life but when she met up with Marcus The Magnificent and Co. She decided to run away with them. Her parents didn't care much they knew that she would be in good and perhaps even better hands there, besides it was part of growing up they had both done things like that to get where they where now anyway.
The Mossflower Travailing Performers broke her of many bad habits that she had picked up from her parents, they taught her how to act, sing and play along with several other skills, Including knife throwing (She has not yet perfected this however). She was also taught compassion and respect, two things that her parents lacked. The Mossflower Travailing Performers became like her family.
Full Name: Bouledor Marcuse Din Fallimer the III
Job: Leader of "Marcus the magnificent and co. Mossflower Travailing performers."
Description: Brown eyes, sandy well combed fur, average height for a hare, he is defiantly not fat nor is he skinny either and you wouldn't right off call him muscular, the best description of his build would be fit. He wears brightly colored cloths of Golds silvers greens and blues, and sometimes a cape. (Eyes, fur, height, typical expressions, scars, typical clothing etc…)
Possessions: A cane which he never uses, he keeps it hidden away. A journal that belonged to Relatus, His own diary, A meddle of honer which he keeps with the cane, (Weapons, jewelry...)
- He knows how to use most any weapon with skill.
- A firm leader
- Slight of hand
- Can't swim, though he tries to keep this fact concealed.
- Although He is pretty good at all all kinds of armed combat he is lacking in unarmed combat.
- He has an old leg injury it is normally fine but it will sometimes act up if he is fatigued.
Personality: Leader, cheerful, optimist, actor, charismatic, skilled, good teacher, level headed in a crisis, extrovert.
Background: He grew up in a tribe of hares and otters on the east coast. They would often have to fight corsairs that came to their shores for raids. They where all good fighters however and they had good defenses. The Corsairs where always driven away without to much of a fight. When Boulie got old enough he joined the defenders. He was a good fighter and won a lot of praise from his superiors.
One day in a particularly bad raid he was injured in the left leg by a crossbow bolt when he pushed his captain, Greenwater, out of the way. He was considered a hero by the tribe but he did not feel that way. Many of his friends had died in that fight. The wound left him unable to do work, unable to fight. He felt useless and without purpose. After a time the wound healed but it still heart a lot and he was left with what seemed like a permanent limp.
Several months after the injury a group of travailing players came to the village They where lead by an old badger named Relatus The Teller of Tales. After spending several days at the village the two got to know each other. Relatus told him that if he came with them he would be able to help fix his leg. Boulie gave it full consideration and after much though he decided to go with them. His best friend Damaris also went with him out of loyalty.
Relatus taught him many things but none seemed to be related to his problem. Whenever he asked about it Relatus would just give him a wise old look and say "You must wait it will come". And come it did. Boulie came to realize that the problem was not in his leg but in his heart. He had been blaming himself for the things that had happened, he had not been strong enough not good enough and had not been able to save the rest. As soon as he let go his leg started to feel better and soon it hardly bothered him at all, only acting up once in a while.
When he had first come along he had intended to return home as soon as he was healed but he had grown so fond of his new friends and Relatus was growing old and needed more help then he used to. Boulie decided to stay with them and become part of their troop.
Several seasons later Relatus died and passed on the leadership of the Mossflower Travailing Players to Bouledor. He has been leader ever since.
Note: When he has a lot on his mind his right ear will start twitching.
Full Name: Damaris Greenwater
Species: Sea Otter
Job: Storyteller of "Marcus the magnificent and co. Mossflower Travailing Performers."
Description: Witty sparkling green eyes, broad shouldered and muscular however he is a bit shorter than the average otter. Dark brown fur. A pare of black sea boots a simple white tunic over which is a thick brown belt and a slightly patched up brightly colored sailors jacket of gold blue and purple which he keeps unbuttoned. He has a wide brimmed hat with a smart feather in it (Like Barbarossa's but newer looking).
Possessions: a cutlass, one or two costumes for the show including a wealthy noble with a ornate cane. (Weapons, jewelry…)
- Story telling
- Skilled fighter in many different areas.
- Strong will (Once he makes up his mind there's no changing it)
- food especially hotroot soup
- Needs reading glasses though he doesn't like to let people know this.
- Doesn't know his own strength
- Not as fast as he used to be
Personality: Loyal, Good natured, laid back, good story teller, loves littleuns, strong willed,
Background: He was born in the same village as Bouledor and the two where very close friends from an early age. When he was old enough he joined the defenders. His father was already a Captain in the army and so had his father before him. Both his parents expected him to do the same. He was a good fighter and he loved it but didn't want the responsibility or have the leadership skills to be a captain.
Both he and Bouledor fought together in many battles and Boulie became a renowned fighter and traction. Damaris was only seen by most people however as his best friend and follower. Damar didn't real mind this, he actually hoped that Boulie would take over the role he was expected to fill as captain so he wouldn't have to.
Then one day in a particularly bad fight Bouledor saved Damaris'es fathers life. When Boulie said he was going to go with the travailing players Damar felt obligated to go with him. He did so and has been a part of the troop ever since.
He became rather close with Relatus and was fascinated by his story's. When Relatus died he passed on the title of teller of tales to Damaris saying that the troop need a story teller. Damar had learned a lot from the old badger and gladly took on the role.
Now he and Boulie are back where they started Boulie leading the way and Damar loyally following and throwing in his two cents when he feels necessary. You can often find the two in the after noon talking together about the old days.
Full Name: Prealia Seicar
Job: a fighter and a warrior for "Marcus the magnificent and co. Mossflower Travailing Performers"
Description: A tall, slender, smart looking squirrelmaid with red fur and pointy ears. She has a pare of reserved redish-brown eyes which change to a look of wild delight when fighting. One or two scars on her back which she keeps hidden and a small one that runs horizontally under her left eye. She wears a white tunic with a black belt and a slim fitting smart blue jacket with two pointed coat tails. She keeps it buttoned up the front and in good condition plus on her feet are a pare of tight fitting black boots.
Possessions: a rapier, a silver colored canteen,
- Excellent fencer along with several other kinds of sword fighting.
- Good acrobat.
- Feels that she has to keep up a pretense of maturity to the extreme of not having fun and only observing.
- She is not very good at using or fighting against none sword weapons. (Axes, clubs, spears, bow and arrows, etc…)
- Not a very good swimmer.
Personality: A bit of a pessimist, a realist, sensible, believes in living life as it comes to you, introvert, skilled, smart, pretty in a professional way, neat organized.
Background: She joined the troop when she was 17, a year after Bouledor. She was the eldest of a large family having 5 younger siblings. She decided to leave home when she turned 15 and headed out to find her place in the world.
She got into a bit of a scrape with a small band of vermin they enslaved her for a short time before Boulie came along with the Mossflower Travailing Performers and rescued her. She joined them and Boulie taught he about sword fighting. Her father had been a good sword fighter and had taught her a thing or two now Boulie helped her perfect her skills.