`Link;; Skipper of the Otters

[Link]

OOC Stuff

Name: Link
Age: 16
Experience: 4 Years

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IC Basics

Name: Link Swiftstream
Species: Otter
Residence: Abbey and Mossflower
Special Position: Skipper

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History

Born to male skipper Csezzar, Link was the youngest of four pups, all males. His mother, Oakra, gave up trying to treat him as the baby of the family and just watched amused as he competed with his older brothers. As he got older and the immaturity began wearing off, he was seen eye to eye with his brothers. He shot as well as them, swam just as fast, and he was just as fierce a protector of her clan. Csezzar, though rarely praising his possible successors, watched him closely. The young male was stubborn, independent, fierce, and loyal. The only thing he wondered about is would he sacrifice his reputation for the good of the clan if it ever came to that.
He did not have much time to worry though as a few days later they were attacked by a large group of vermin passing through the woods. Ordinarily the otter clan could have easily dealt with it, but a large arctic fox from the north had come with them and many of the otter clan were lost, including Csezzar and one of his sons. The other two males had their own families and pups and did not want the role of skipper, so Link was voted on as the new Skipper of the Otters. Since then he has been working on protecting the abbey and building his clan back together; most of them are still recovering from their losses.

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Description

Muscular and lithe, Link swims and fights with the agility that most otters do. His fur is sleek and dark brown all over, not even a white patch on his chest or underbelly. His eyes are either green or brown, depending on your point of view and he usually looks very intense, with his eyes hooded and his jaw clamped. Only when he is around the otter pups or the redwall dibbuns does he relax slightly, becoming a far more easy-going beast much more likable for everyone.

With a body almost like that of a thick snake if he lies strait down with his paws tucked in, he can easily maneuver through tight spaces. Even when it is dark he can use his sensitive whiskers and small round ears to find his way. He usually wears a humble tunic made of plain brown cloth but has two daggers strapped around his waist and another hidden up underneath his tunic in case he ever gets in a tight spot.

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Personality

Link is quiet and intense but never-the-less a pretty awesome guy if he lets you get close to him. He rarely smiles and tends to stay away from the beasts who constantly try to joke around but that does not mean he is completely dry. He enjoys occasional satire and some dry, dark humor but he knows when to keep it serious and when he thinks others should be taking it serious.

Although harsh, he is fair and often gives a second chance. He likes to look at an argument from both sides before making a decision and that decision is usually meant to help, not punish. He considers himself a fierce fighter but rarely talks about himself and instead substitutes words for actions. He likes his reputation and his father used to worry that he would sacrifice his clan for his reputation. Loyal to a point of death, Link swears he would never do so and is very hurt by that accusation. Only time will tell what he really does.

However fierce, you can occasionally get Link to loosen up and have fun because, of course, he is an otter. Like most otters he loves fun, games, and sport but tends to be very competitive.

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RP Sample

Barely making a ripple across the smooth mirrored water, Link surfaced and began snaking his way toward the river bank, his dagger firmly clamped in his jaws and his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Careful not to make a sound, he clambered onto the shore and removed his dagger, bounding quickly into the long grass. He could hear the vermin not thirty feet away from them. Their was at least two score of them. He grinned, bearing his sharp teeth and running his fingers softly over his blade.
Finally he would get revenge for his father and brothers...
With a bloodcurdling scream, he threw himself into the midst of the rats and foxes, slashing and tearing at them wherever he could.

With a start, Link woke up. He was curled up on the mat in his home that he shared with the other otters outside of Redwall. He had flinched slightly when he awoke but he just lay still, his dark eyes gleaming in the dark of the early morning. He could hear pups around him beginning to wake and mothers and fathers taking care of them. Finally, he stood up. He stretched out quickly, then with a yawn slipped into the river entrance to the den. A new day today. He gave no signs of his earlier dream, or even that he had anything on his mind at all. Just another day.

[Abbess Dahlia]

Accepted, welcome aboard!