Post by ash12181987 on Mar 22, 2010 21:37:54 GMT -5
Name: Doonle
Age: 20 (Young, entering his prime)
Species: Mole
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Good
Appearance: A short, chubby mole. Shorter than your average mole actually, but a couple of years work in the quarry hardened him up quite a bit, so he's hardly frail.
Belongings: Nothing more than a harvest sack and a sledgehammer.
Job/Position: Once a crewmole, who left his prior life to become the greatest healer the world had ever seen.
Personality: Jovial and Introverted, he's always waddleing about with a smile on his face. Still, he is quite smart, something he doesn't try to throw around but it does bleed from him from time to time. Infact his only problem persay is the fact that he is prone to drinking a wee bit too much, but who isn't?
History: Doonle came from a large clan of moles that lived in and around Noonvale. Growing up he was clumsy, which often was a problem. Broken bones and concussions plagued him; his mother being a local healer didn't help things much either. Fussing over the health of a whole town was enough of a job, without Doonle's constant mishaps! Dragging him out (Especially when he was hurt, which in her opinion was to teach him to be more careful!) to pick the herbs and such that she needed, he was immersed in everything she did, learning how to heal, learning how to brew medicines, he was there to retain it while the rest of the family was off in the quarries or out in the forests. He despised it at first, but as time went by he grew more and more intrested in the healing arts. When the day came though to join a crew, he hardly objected; such is the way of things for a young mole. So he went out into the quarries and into the forests... but he was just bored with it.
Finally one day while working in a quarry far from Noonvale, there was an accident. A scaffold broke and fell, trapping many moles beneath it. They were retrieved, but they were a good day and a half from the town and more than half of them wouldn't be walking anywhere without immediate help. The foreman, Doonle's third cousin once removed on his mother's side, was beginning to panic (You know how Moles can get in emotional situations), when Doonle calmly stepped forward and set to work. By the time help arrived, the crew was fine, every bone set properly and every wound bound with fine salves. Infact the only thing that had changed was that they were one mole fewer than they had been when they set out from Noonvale a month earlier. Doonle had left. In that time out there, he had seen once more the good he could do, and at once knew what his purpose was. And, so began his travels with nothing but a hammer and a harvest sack, content to see where the world would take him.
Feedback is appreciated, I'll see if I can think up a few more of these too to bolster the list of Good characters.
Age: 20 (Young, entering his prime)
Species: Mole
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Good
Appearance: A short, chubby mole. Shorter than your average mole actually, but a couple of years work in the quarry hardened him up quite a bit, so he's hardly frail.
Belongings: Nothing more than a harvest sack and a sledgehammer.
Job/Position: Once a crewmole, who left his prior life to become the greatest healer the world had ever seen.
Personality: Jovial and Introverted, he's always waddleing about with a smile on his face. Still, he is quite smart, something he doesn't try to throw around but it does bleed from him from time to time. Infact his only problem persay is the fact that he is prone to drinking a wee bit too much, but who isn't?
History: Doonle came from a large clan of moles that lived in and around Noonvale. Growing up he was clumsy, which often was a problem. Broken bones and concussions plagued him; his mother being a local healer didn't help things much either. Fussing over the health of a whole town was enough of a job, without Doonle's constant mishaps! Dragging him out (Especially when he was hurt, which in her opinion was to teach him to be more careful!) to pick the herbs and such that she needed, he was immersed in everything she did, learning how to heal, learning how to brew medicines, he was there to retain it while the rest of the family was off in the quarries or out in the forests. He despised it at first, but as time went by he grew more and more intrested in the healing arts. When the day came though to join a crew, he hardly objected; such is the way of things for a young mole. So he went out into the quarries and into the forests... but he was just bored with it.
Finally one day while working in a quarry far from Noonvale, there was an accident. A scaffold broke and fell, trapping many moles beneath it. They were retrieved, but they were a good day and a half from the town and more than half of them wouldn't be walking anywhere without immediate help. The foreman, Doonle's third cousin once removed on his mother's side, was beginning to panic (You know how Moles can get in emotional situations), when Doonle calmly stepped forward and set to work. By the time help arrived, the crew was fine, every bone set properly and every wound bound with fine salves. Infact the only thing that had changed was that they were one mole fewer than they had been when they set out from Noonvale a month earlier. Doonle had left. In that time out there, he had seen once more the good he could do, and at once knew what his purpose was. And, so began his travels with nothing but a hammer and a harvest sack, content to see where the world would take him.
Feedback is appreciated, I'll see if I can think up a few more of these too to bolster the list of Good characters.
