Post by duckflesh on Jul 8, 2003 23:50:39 GMT -5
Vermin Name: Duck Flesh
Birth Name: Unknown
Species: Weasel
Affiliation: Vermin Hoard
Regiment: Strategy
Height: 6'
Marital Status: single
Age: 31 (Ferret years)
Equipment:
-Chainmail
-Battle Sword
-Dagger
Gold: 128 G
Dibbuns: Squirrel Maids:
Eqlantine -1x small tool kit
Gavrilla -1x dagger
Mapuana -1x small jar of fatal posion
Duck Flesh seems to be one of the more promising members of the hoard. Observers have said it doesn't seem like he belongs in a horde at all, as he is well spoken and not prone to loosing his temper. Unlike many vermin, his brown fur is almost always neat and sheek, despite the fact he doesn't seem to spend any of his time on grooming. His mail and sword seem to be hand-me-downs, old and perhaps just a bit rusty but still very effective. Beneath his mail he wears a thick, black tunic (somewhere in which hides his dagger), with pants of a similar style. His sword scabbard hangs at his side, blade rarely drawn. He is quite the smooth talker, and yet under it all is a mind too devious and evil to imagine. His three little squirrel maids love him with all their hearts, and even though he is manipulating them to use them for evil, he loves them back in his own twisted way. They are some of the few beasts alive who know his real name.
Birth Name: Unknown
Species: Weasel
Affiliation: Vermin Hoard
Regiment: Strategy
Height: 6'
Marital Status: single
Age: 31 (Ferret years)
Equipment:
-Chainmail
-Battle Sword
-Dagger
Gold: 128 G
Dibbuns: Squirrel Maids:
Eqlantine -1x small tool kit
Gavrilla -1x dagger
Mapuana -1x small jar of fatal posion
Duck Flesh seems to be one of the more promising members of the hoard. Observers have said it doesn't seem like he belongs in a horde at all, as he is well spoken and not prone to loosing his temper. Unlike many vermin, his brown fur is almost always neat and sheek, despite the fact he doesn't seem to spend any of his time on grooming. His mail and sword seem to be hand-me-downs, old and perhaps just a bit rusty but still very effective. Beneath his mail he wears a thick, black tunic (somewhere in which hides his dagger), with pants of a similar style. His sword scabbard hangs at his side, blade rarely drawn. He is quite the smooth talker, and yet under it all is a mind too devious and evil to imagine. His three little squirrel maids love him with all their hearts, and even though he is manipulating them to use them for evil, he loves them back in his own twisted way. They are some of the few beasts alive who know his real name.