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| Nicolaus Graym | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 22 2008, 11:55 PM (84 Views) | |
| Nicolaus Graym | Aug 22 2008, 11:55 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Nicolaus Shen Graym (a.k.a Nic') Age: Twenty-Seven Gender: Male Species: Harvest Mouse Appearance: Nicolaus is an average mouse, with little exceptional details that make him stand out in a crowd. He is smaller than most creatures, being a mouse, but stands about the same as the rest of the mice he knows. With a coat of golden brown and patches of a lighter gray, he was easily indentified as a harvest mouse when first sighted. The mouse was a tad plump, with a bit of a belly on him, and this was not quite covered even by his loose, lincoln green tunic. The lincoln green tunic is accompanied by a brown twine belt, with a silver buckle, and beautiful brown sheathe in which his dagger is kept. A sling is wound around his shoulder, a pouch of pebbles at his side. No matter the occasion, Nicolaus packs lightly; most put it down to his being forgetful, but rather he does it to fortify his established grit and strength, forcing him to draw forward her resilience and, at the sacrifice of comfort, better himself. At most, he has been seen with a small haversack filled with enough food to sustain a creature for three days, a cloak, and a flagon of some kind of drink. Generally, however, the mouse strips himself down to but a small centeen clipped onto the sash wound about his waist. Although Nic' does enjoy her luxury, the instinct for survival has pushed him to carry but bare necessities. The small, nimble creature has little muscle or girth, allowing him the advantage of agility. However, this limits his strength, and when seen, he may be underestimated at first glance. There is no special talent regarding warfare he possesses, but he makes a good guard, with quite a good a aim with a sling and not bad with a dagger. Nic' covers his paws with brown gauntlets and bottom paws with brown marching boots; this allows him to travel through hard terrain, despite his hatred for tundras and rocky regions. Personality: The harvest mouse is a cocky, out-spoken creature. He enjoys competition and games more than most, desiring deeply to display talent and brag to other beats. Nic' loves the thrill of a challenge, going to any lengths within the rules to best his opponent; this, however, leads to his deep anger when losing, and ruins his reputation with others who believe to be but simple sport. Even if his comrades don't desire to speak with him, he enjoys to hear his own voice, and begins to ramble quite a bit; if no one pays attention to him, he'll break into song, warbling loudly to all those around him. When given a command, he strives to do his best and goes to all lengths; some believe this is also his thirst for competition, and some consider it duty, but no one truly knows. Nicolaus can be a little eccentric at time, though he isn't actually "insane," just a tad ... out there. His upbringing led him to be calm in perilous situations, which he may be, but when nothing is threating him or his family, he doesn't quite know how to act. The mouse is brutally honest, with no desire to please anyone or hide any of his feelings from them. If someone is not good as whirling a sling as him, he has no problem bringing their awareness to it ... continuously. If the mouse is backed into a corner, he becomes very tough, not at all unwilling to harm a comrade if need be. He is fiercely loyal to whoever he is with, but when the situation arises and someone is in the way, he will take care of it, not thinking of friends but rather of safety. Nicolaus prefers being called Nic', or even Shen, but if called "Niccy," he will scowl and threaten the person who has just committed this act of malevolency, although he won't act on his words. Despite his size, he will shove someone threatenling, if they're a wildcat or a shrew. When called "tiny" or "small," he'll go into a fit, possibly worse than after he loses a challenge. The mouse is rather eccentric, and if meeting him for the first time, you could be under the impression that he's off his rocker. History: Bray and Jillia Graym were simple mice living in West Banktown, a noble village a few miles north of Redwall Abbey. Even though the couple already had four children, they felt led to have one more child. Thus, Nicolaus Shen Graym was born near the River Moss in the Winter of the Silent Snow, as named by Redwall Abbey. At a very young age, he was taught to stay calm and tough during rough times, for it was the way that a mouse must be trained when living in the dangerous River Moss, especially in a town which had no fort around it for protection. With his two older sisters, Stralyn and Freerose, and his oldest sibling, his brother named Mogwa, the family got on nicely without too much trouble. At his seventh birthday, the Graym Family decided that it was time to leave Banktown, especially after the long famine that they had gone through. Therefore, they trekked south for almost a season, finding themselves at Redwall a few weeks before the Spring of the Golden Pond. Nicolaus fit right in; he was an adventurous young ’un, just out of his dibbun seasons. His older brother, Mogwa, left Redwall and vent voyaging, probably ending up with some ship around the coast, for ships were his favorite hobby. Though the young mouse took his brother’s departure hard, he still loved the rest of his family and looked up to his father. Now, when given the choice, most Redwall mice would choose the path of the warrior or brother, wanting to learn skills with a blade. But Nicolaus was different; he wanted to remain peaceful but still have a paw in warfare. So, when he was ten, he told his father to allow him to be trained a little to use a dagger, but mostly to be taught the profession of a craftsman, or blacksmith/carpenter. Bray, his father, was accustomed as a warrior, so he was puzzled at his son’s decision, but still found a way to help Nicolaus learn crafting. A wise, old hedgehog by the name of Wokspike was a craftsbeast, so he taught Nicolaus. The old hedgehog had many more things to teach the young mouse than just carpentry. He taught him morals, love, and even the history of Redwall and Loamhedge Abbey. Wokspike noticed Nicolaus was somewhat talented with the trade, even at a young age, and they became very close. The hedgehog was his second father, and when the mouse had taken his seven seasons of being an “apprentice,” he was almost saddened that it was over. However, he did not leave after learning his trade, so he got to stay at Redwall with the hedgehog for one more season, until Wokspike died of old age. This was a very sad tragedy for Nicolaus, but he was trained to be tough, and this was just another lesson. It may just have been the best lesson Wokspike ever gave him. The somewhat mature mouse, now eighteen, gave part of the eulogy for the funeral, before setting off to explore the mainland. He bid farewell to his older sisters, now official Sisters of Redwall, and then left, leaving a very respectful note for his parents. But as he traveled from place to place around Mossflower and the Borderlands, he began to fall in love with many different mousemaids. However, some problem would come up, and Nicolaus would be forced to flee for his very life, escaping the debt he owed to vermin gang. Remembering the wise words of his former mentor, Wokspike, he usually paid off vermin to allow him to roam free and stay clear from vermin raids. “Death an’ honor are thought t’ be the same, but sometimes they are not,” Wokspike told Nicolaus. But whenever the mouse would spend too many coins on his lovers, he would lose too much that he would be unable to pay off the vermin. Thus, he would be forced to flee, and eventually, his route would lead him all the way up north. He loved the snow, and until he was 21 seasons, he lived in the mountains, protected by the glaciers and frozen lakes that surrounded his humble cottage. There, he continued his trade. In the north, they needed weapons, so Nicolaus traveled all over the north, selling weapons he forged to needy families. In that, he earned enough money to buy enough lumber to craft himself a carriage for one, and so he traveled back to Mossflower. But this time, his road would not lead him to Redwall. Now a very skilled carpenter, blacksmith, and craftsbeast, the mouse became quite rich, but didn’t flee from vermin. Instead, he forged himself a new dagger and sling, becoming a little talented with both. Therefore, Nicolaus was able to fight off vermin attacks, and lived near other towns, so other beasts would help him as well. He finally found a home, however, when he was twenty-six seasons old, using his blacksmith and weaponry talent for good use. The River Patrol was his new home, and that would be satisfactory enough for him. He admired his new leaders: Yullo, Tysharm, and Redpaw. Mossflower was a decent enough woodland, good crops and easy to manage vermin raids. It was not a bit like the Cold North, as the people there were forced to rely on themselves, instead of being able to simply fall on the shoulder of Redwall, or even the River and Bank Patrol. With his newly developed cocky attitude, the young mouse thought he had seen it all, but the rough Units of the River Patrol had surprises for him, too. It was then he learned the skills he needed to survive, and he thought he would stay with the Patrol for a while, until he moved on with his life. However, Nicolaus diagreed with some aspects in the River Patrol's leadership, and he traveled about a season until he reached Black Arch Fort, where he soon settled down. The mouse was content with that, and finally found a sport where he could truly stay for many seasons. Skills and weaponry: Nicolaus's skills include craftsmanship and smithing as his trade. He also enjoys it profusely, and is a good help to military forces, formerly a traveling weapons supplier. The mouse is decent enough with a sling, but prefers the dagger, as he can use his small size and agility to his advantage, sweeping at his opponents' legs. Relating to his skills, he is quite good in improvising when caught in a corner. The mouse knows how to take stock of his supplies, survey his surroundings, and use the elements to his advantage. Edited by Nicolaus Graym, Aug 22 2008, 11:56 PM.
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| Lady Admin | Aug 23 2008, 11:16 AM Post #2 |
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Well, well, another mouse! Good to have you. Very nice application. There are a few typos and other very minor errors, but nothing that could take points away from such a clearly genius character. I really enjoyed Nicolaus' flaws as well as his highlights, and his skills as a smith and carpenter could certainly come in to play here. =3 Accepted and moved to the Character Listings. Welcome to Black Arch Fort. |
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