Post by C. Roland Scholomang on May 20, 2010 8:56:46 GMT -5
Name: Childe Roland Scholomang
Species: Brown long-eared bat (Plecotus auritus)
Age (in seasons): 18
Gender: Male
Family: Bedlam Tom Scholomang (father), Ragged Robyn Scholomang (mother)
Friends: Numerous acquaintances from his travels, has come to make friends with many Woodlanders since his arrival at Redwall Abbey.
Foes: Those who would harm or use him or prey upon him and his companions, currently wary of the Vermin who would attempt to take the Abbey for their own ends.
Fur: Fine and light brown covering most of his torso and head (sans grey-black ears and pinkish nose), darker brown of the same texture lining the wing-joints, white mane of thicker fur around the neck and chest area.
Build: Slim, almost lank as far as his species go, with slender limbs and pronounced, golden-hued claws.
Clothing: Black tunic with gold trim, fastened by a belt with a silver buckle and a hook on which his cane-sword can be stored, and a series of small purses lining his waist for carrying his magickal impliments, a dark red strip of cloth worn over his eyes during the daytime hours to protect his sensitive eyes.
Quest: A wandering magician, he makes his living by travelling the land and entertaining with his arcane illusionary skills. May currently be on the path to some variety of enlightenment or higher occult learning.
Battle Cry: "Strike with sorcery!"
Weapons: Fangs and claws (natural), cane-sword (worn on his waist during flight), numerous concoctions including hallucinogens and smoke-bombs for escape and illusionary purposes.
Talents: Magickal tricks, capable of moving unhindered when blinded due to a higher reliance on sound than sight.
Quirks: Tends to repeat the last word of every sentence as per the nature of his species, loud usage of pseudo-incantations during performances, prone to daydreaming or being distracted by his own thoughts and philosophies.
Qualities: A sly strategist by way of lateral thinking, helpful to others and capable of pulling his weight, likes to entertain in order to boost the morale of his companions, possessed of a sharp wit.
Passions/Hobbies: Practising and performing magick, flying at night to clear his thoughts, swordplay, writing (is not adverse to storytelling as another form of entertainment), cooking and brewing (his skills with discerning ingredients makes him useful in the kitchen).
Weaknesses/Flaws/Fears/Phobias: Despite his sword-fencing abilities and manoeuvrability in the sky, Roland is not built for hand-to-hand combat and his frame means he can be easily overwhelmed once disarmed by a larger opponent. His wit can be mistranslated as arrogance or rudeness, and when pitting said wits against an aggressor he can be snider than is necessary. When drunk he becomes sarcastic and make overly stupid challenges. Naturally fears large birds that prey on his kind such as Bat Hawks and Bat Falcons, and also suffers from claustrophobia so he becomes deeply disturbed when he does not have enough room to spread out his wings.
History: Long after the southern land of Southsward was besieged by the evil Urgan Nagru, Childe Roland was born to the court wizard and trusted advisor of the aging Squirrel King. As was the tradition in Southsward at the time, Roland was expected to fill the role of his father when he came of age, and indeed he delighted in learning the art of witchcraft from his parents; his mother, Ragged Robyn, was a talented herbalist healer and just as regarded by the subjects of the kingdom as his father, Bedlam Tom, was by the royal family. Since a young age, Roland’s dreams were haunted by mysterious entities who told him of the big wide world just waiting for, “the great winged mouse who would be its greatest enchanter.”
For years, Roland kept his visions a secret, waiting for some deeper meaning to make itself obvious, then when he was 15 seasons old, he ingested one of his father’s hallucinogens on a dare and fell into a writhing, half-catatonic state where his mind was assaulted by waking visions of faces, battles and a most holy place called Redwall Abbey. After receiving a firm scolding for his stupid actions, Roland sulked in contemplation for a day, and the very next evening (or morning, as it would be to a bat) he stated to his family that something, or someone, was calling to him from the world beyond the walls of Southsward. At first reluctant to let the inexperienced conjuror go, Tom was convinced by Robyn, who was also open to prophetic visions, to allow his son to seek, “perhaps a far greater existence than we can afford him.” After a tearful farewell, Roland left.
For the next three years he travelled the land, aiding anybody who asked, upholding the credo that those who wield power must never refuse to help those who require it, until he eventually came to the fledgling group of Woodlanders who would rebuild the crumbled Redwall Abbey.
Species: Brown long-eared bat (Plecotus auritus)
Age (in seasons): 18
Gender: Male
Family: Bedlam Tom Scholomang (father), Ragged Robyn Scholomang (mother)
Friends: Numerous acquaintances from his travels, has come to make friends with many Woodlanders since his arrival at Redwall Abbey.
Foes: Those who would harm or use him or prey upon him and his companions, currently wary of the Vermin who would attempt to take the Abbey for their own ends.
Fur: Fine and light brown covering most of his torso and head (sans grey-black ears and pinkish nose), darker brown of the same texture lining the wing-joints, white mane of thicker fur around the neck and chest area.
Build: Slim, almost lank as far as his species go, with slender limbs and pronounced, golden-hued claws.
Clothing: Black tunic with gold trim, fastened by a belt with a silver buckle and a hook on which his cane-sword can be stored, and a series of small purses lining his waist for carrying his magickal impliments, a dark red strip of cloth worn over his eyes during the daytime hours to protect his sensitive eyes.
Quest: A wandering magician, he makes his living by travelling the land and entertaining with his arcane illusionary skills. May currently be on the path to some variety of enlightenment or higher occult learning.
Battle Cry: "Strike with sorcery!"
Weapons: Fangs and claws (natural), cane-sword (worn on his waist during flight), numerous concoctions including hallucinogens and smoke-bombs for escape and illusionary purposes.
Talents: Magickal tricks, capable of moving unhindered when blinded due to a higher reliance on sound than sight.
Quirks: Tends to repeat the last word of every sentence as per the nature of his species, loud usage of pseudo-incantations during performances, prone to daydreaming or being distracted by his own thoughts and philosophies.
Qualities: A sly strategist by way of lateral thinking, helpful to others and capable of pulling his weight, likes to entertain in order to boost the morale of his companions, possessed of a sharp wit.
Passions/Hobbies: Practising and performing magick, flying at night to clear his thoughts, swordplay, writing (is not adverse to storytelling as another form of entertainment), cooking and brewing (his skills with discerning ingredients makes him useful in the kitchen).
Weaknesses/Flaws/Fears/Phobias: Despite his sword-fencing abilities and manoeuvrability in the sky, Roland is not built for hand-to-hand combat and his frame means he can be easily overwhelmed once disarmed by a larger opponent. His wit can be mistranslated as arrogance or rudeness, and when pitting said wits against an aggressor he can be snider than is necessary. When drunk he becomes sarcastic and make overly stupid challenges. Naturally fears large birds that prey on his kind such as Bat Hawks and Bat Falcons, and also suffers from claustrophobia so he becomes deeply disturbed when he does not have enough room to spread out his wings.
History: Long after the southern land of Southsward was besieged by the evil Urgan Nagru, Childe Roland was born to the court wizard and trusted advisor of the aging Squirrel King. As was the tradition in Southsward at the time, Roland was expected to fill the role of his father when he came of age, and indeed he delighted in learning the art of witchcraft from his parents; his mother, Ragged Robyn, was a talented herbalist healer and just as regarded by the subjects of the kingdom as his father, Bedlam Tom, was by the royal family. Since a young age, Roland’s dreams were haunted by mysterious entities who told him of the big wide world just waiting for, “the great winged mouse who would be its greatest enchanter.”
For years, Roland kept his visions a secret, waiting for some deeper meaning to make itself obvious, then when he was 15 seasons old, he ingested one of his father’s hallucinogens on a dare and fell into a writhing, half-catatonic state where his mind was assaulted by waking visions of faces, battles and a most holy place called Redwall Abbey. After receiving a firm scolding for his stupid actions, Roland sulked in contemplation for a day, and the very next evening (or morning, as it would be to a bat) he stated to his family that something, or someone, was calling to him from the world beyond the walls of Southsward. At first reluctant to let the inexperienced conjuror go, Tom was convinced by Robyn, who was also open to prophetic visions, to allow his son to seek, “perhaps a far greater existence than we can afford him.” After a tearful farewell, Roland left.
For the next three years he travelled the land, aiding anybody who asked, upholding the credo that those who wield power must never refuse to help those who require it, until he eventually came to the fledgling group of Woodlanders who would rebuild the crumbled Redwall Abbey.