Full Name: Jarfor Rossomak
Description: A massive beast, roughly the size of a badger, even though he is not quite fully grown. He is covered head to toe in a mass of dark brown fur with touches of deep tan, grown thick for protection in harsh boreal climates. The fact can never leave his thoughts for good, as he usually spends the summers panting in the shade due to his heat-holding fur coat. Sharp hunter's claws tip off each of his fingers and toes, and when his jaws part they reveal a mouth full of teeth made for tearing. Though Jarfor cuts a very, very intimidating figure, his bravery could use quite a bit of work. Goodbeasts need not worry, as he'd much rather talk himself out of a precarious situation than have to fight his way out.
He wears a kilt with a red, green, and black tartan pattern, adorned with a snakeskin belt and white furry tassels. In colder weather, when he will not overheat, he will sometimes wear a leather jerkin along with his kilt. He is a beast rarely seen in Mossflower, and he knows it. Because of this, he tries his best to remain unassuming. It's not uncommon to see him slouched shyly around new beasts.
Possessions: Jarfor carries with him a spear made of iron and dark wood, from which two long thin red banners hang. It seems to be well taken care of, but is simply in good condition because of the rarity it gets used. He also carries a bow and a quiver of arrows to go along with it, slung across his back.
- Though he isn't the most confident of creatures, he can have bouts of assertiveness brought on by emotion. He won't back down from anything that threatens his friends, though his limbs will tremble.
- His physical strength is unmatched, and he most often uses it to lift or carry things for other beasts.
- He can scare off enemies by putting on quite a ferocious display of his carnivore features, along with a great deal of snarling and roaring. It's his first instinct when dealing with a threat.
- It is, however, just a display. Instead of clawing and biting, he's more likely to reach out with a spear and wave it about haphazardly while making as much distance between himself and the foebeast as he can.
- He carries ranged weapons because he is afraid of close quarter combat, and he would be a decent shot with a bow if not for the fact that no matter what he does, he cannot stop his paws from shaking when he takes aim at anything other than a typical archery target.
- He is highly cowardly. He'll do almost anything to make sure a fight doesn't happen.
Background: Originating in the harsh, unforgiving savagelands of the Land of Ice and snow, Jarfor's unwillingness to put forth the true ferocity of a wolverine did more harm than good. He had always wanted to learn about the world around him, and realized at a very young age that having friends led to much less danger than having enemies. Unfortunately, this did not go over well in a land largely inhabited by fearsome carnivores, and Jarfor found himself struggling to survive. He set off across the sea the moment he heard of the comparitively mild lifestyle in Mossflower, completely unaware of the generations upon generations of conflict between the woodlanders and the wolverine's ilk. Soon after landing on the western shores, he gained a cohort, a fellow carnivore who dedicated himself to making sure his traveling partner stayed in line.
Full Name: Lord Dromeos McSteelbeak
Species: Golden Eagle
Description: A large predatory bird. His plumage is that of a fully-grown golden eagle, a mottled mix of brown, white, tawny, and many shades in between. His keen eyes gleam a bright gold, and he carries an air of pride and warrior's spirit about him. Dromeos is equipped with the typical predatory bird fare: a hooked beak and large scaly feet with sharp curving talons.
Possessions: He wears a leather cord necklace around his neck, hanging from which is a pendant made from a shining red stone carved into a diamond shape, and flanked by the claws of his enemies.
- Keen eyesight, a common trait in predatory birds.
- Dromeos is very brave, even more so now that he has to off-set the trembling heap of fur Jarfor becomes when danger rears its ugly head.
- He has one thing nobeast but other birds possess: flight. Not only that, but he is a very fast flyer, covering large distances in a relatively short time.
- He can be a bit cocky at times, and come off as haughty to other beasts. At times it can grow a little tiresome to certain types.
- He's not quite as fast on the ground as he is in the air, in fact, he's much, much slower on his talons. When combat arises he must resort to undetected dive-bombs, and take to the air quickly before he makes an easy target for an arrow.
Background: Lord McSteelbeak used to be of neutral alignment, considering himself a separate category from the ground-dwelling beasts he flew over. One night, however, a torrential rainstorm ravaged Mossflower country, and left the eagle injured and as good as dead. Early the next morning, just as the sun was beginning to break its way through the treecover, a small group of travelers discovered the ailing bird and brought him straight to Redwall Abbey, where he was nursed back to health. The hospitality shown by the Abbeybeasts was more than enough to make an ally out of the eagle.
A few seasons later, he found himself flying over the dunes on a bring summer day when he spotted a peculiar creature laying on its stomach in the sand. He landed next to the beast before jumping back in surprise. It was a wolverine! The eagle began to caw, asking what business such a beast had in Mossflower, only to be cut off by the gruff, rasping voice that came forth from the panting, sand-covered heap.
"Leave me. I'm not even worth eating," said Jarfor, who had unknowingly lit a spark in the spirit of Lord McSteelbeak. The avian saw a great potential in the wolverine, and, ignoring the beast's words, dragged him to water and shade. From that day on, they remained the best of friends, and though Jarfor may not think it, the golden eagle Lord Dromeos McSteelbeak would do his best to make sure the wolverine reached his mature seasons as a steadfast virtuous warrior. For now, though, there is still a lot of work to be done.