Post by Sharubii {Reema Dirtclaw} on Sept 4, 2009 18:57:59 GMT -5
OOC Stuff
Name: Sharubii
Age: 15
Experience: About 4 years
IC Basics
Name: Reema Dirtclaw
Species: Mole
Residence: Redwall Abbey
Special Position: None
Age: 20 seasons
Gender: Female
History
Reema was born and raised in Redwall Abbey. It may sound like a dull life, being encased within four redbricked walls your whole life, but in truth, Reema's experiences were anything but. From her Dibbun seasons to the present, her life could be described as anything but boring and dull.
During her younger days, she was like an average Dibbun: she was wily, highly energetic, and was a troublesome little tyke. She hated taking baths, and would run away from her elders when it came time to be put to bed; the thing is, though, she was very clumsy, and often fell flat on her face while dashing away. Because of this, she never did get away from her elders for a very long time, especially when she made her common raids to the kitchen's pantries. Yes, Reema certainly did like to gorge herself.
Regardless of her obvious trouble-making nature, her parents never did discipline her very much. It was because of this that she thought that she could do anything she wanted to, and that the Abbeydwellers that regularly pursued her were just playing some kind of game. She never took a lot of things seriously, and frequently smart-mouthed her disciplinarians, earning her quite a lot of time-outs.
Now, though, having grown up quite a bit, Reema has stopped most of her shinnanigans, though she does love Dibbuns with a passion and can be seen frequently playing with them.
Description
Reema is not exactly distinguishable amongst other moles. Her average appearances makes her more of a "background"-type beast, even though her personality suggests otherwise. Her small, pink nose rests lightly upon her long snout, which crinkles quite a lot when she smiles, as moles all do. Her short, velvety fur is composed of a rich, dark brown; it covers her small, stocky body, only exposing her beady black eyes and her extensive (and very blunt) claws. She wears a tunic-like dress that extends all the way down to her ankles, and wrapped around the waist-line is a small rope belt designed to keep her dress from tripping her.
In the field of strength, Reema doesn't have that much. Most of her muscle power is concentrated in her arms, which she uses for digging. Her legs, being short, aren't designed for running or even walking long distances, and since she doesn't get too much excercise within the Abbey, she can't go far without losing all of her wind, which doesn't make her a good candidate for traveling.
Well, who ever heard of a mole who could travel, anyways?
Personality
Personality-wise, Reema is very colorful, even if her appearance itself doesn't suggest it. She's a very playful mole, and even if her stamina doesn't particularly enjoy vigorous play, she will often tussle with Dibbuns in their various made-up games, and wholly enjoy herself while doing so. During feasts, she will often jump up and perform a little jig while singing a song -- and often ends up breathless for the effort.
However, even the kindest of beasts have to have a darker side. Reema, when angered, can get very unpleasant, and she will pout for quite a long time to nearly anyone that confronts her, regardless of who upset her in the first place. In this way, she is very much like an infant, and can frustrate her fellow Abbeydwellers with this side of her. Her ability to hold a grudge until the year's end is, to some, astounding, even if Reema doesn't even notice she is holding one in the first place.
RP Sample
The morning sun was peeping through the uneven horizon.
Reema breathed deeply in, the cool morning air making her nostrils tingle just as the freshness of the oxygen rejuvenated her body in preparation for the new day. She exhaled, shuddering a little, and smiled down at a little picnic-like spread that lay on the ground in front of her: a loaf of bread stuffed with cheese was sitting in between her legs, and off to the side was a small beaker of distilled lakewater. Next to the beaker was a rather shiny red apple, ripe and cleaned for a little breakfast sweetener. All of this was laid upon a spread-out blanket she raided from the stores. She took a deep whiff of her early meal, and almost immediately her mouth started salivating with anticipation.
Reema shifted her position for more comfort, and rubbed her claws together, her obsidian eyes twinkling even though the sun hadn't hit them. She reached for the apple, holding it in the pouch of her paw, and rotated it slowly, mesmerized at the dull shine that it held. Then, with the feverish pleasure of one that was pining for something to fill her belly, she bit into the fruit.
Mm, the flesh was so sweet and juicy. She giggled in delight, her body squirming just a little due to habit.
In a blink, the apple was gone, and she was devouring the dry sandwich, all the while washing it down with her water. There was nobody out yet; that was good. What would happen if the Friar or the Abbess were to come and see that she had deliberately taken food from the kitchens without permission? She grimaced slightly as her brain took her back to memories of dish-and-pan-washing and room-and-board-sweeping. Chores weren't exactly her forte, and if possible, she would avoid them whenever necessary.
But, today she was just so hungry. She took another quick peek at the slowly-rising sun, hoping nobody would be up quite so early.
(( Sorry for the incredibly bad bio; my brain's completely dead right now. XP ))
