Post by Django on Jun 24, 2017 19:42:26 GMT -5
Name: Cordin Fuzthrite Liztine Harlington Dorchester
Nicknames: Cordy, Fuzzy Lizard, The Fuzz, Chester
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Species: Hare
Occupation: Corporal
Physical Appearance:
Cordin is your average mountain hare. Sandy fur and black-tipped ears, with a curious smattering of red flecks along his limbs and back. His underbelly is a pleasant cream color, which extends to the underside of his short, bobbed tail. His paws are rather large, almost oversized for him. He’s got a muscular and lithe build, a good runner, built for stamina and distance, but not incredible speed. He has deep brown eyes and a thick, expressive brow.
His right bicep and flank are adorned with wavy lines of pinkish scar tissue from a five-year-old shark bite. It appears as if the shark bit around his right armpit (bicep, shoulder, chest), then bit down again on his torso(chest and stomach), chewed for a moment, and then bit down a third time on his hip and thigh. It’s a very big scar, and though it has healed well, it still gives him some pain.
He always wears his collar popped and his uniform unbuttoned over an undershirt while in the mountain or training, but does button up for patrols and battle.
Possessions:
Halberd, uniform, civvies, and a circular gold pendant the size of a quarter are the sum total of what he owns.
He likes wearing sleeveless tops when not in uniform (to show off his muscles and a bit of his scar), and usually just keeps his uniform breeches on.
Personality:
Cordin’s personality can be best likened to a golden retriever. He’s always happy to be wherever he is, hardly ever suffering from a sense of restlessness. He’s easygoing, cheerful, likes to joke, but has a chronic case of foot-in-mouth. He speaks before thinking a lot of the time. He’s also a very kind creature. He’s not afraid to throw down, but he values mercy before judgment.
He has a near constant need for companionship, and he can often be found in the mess hall, or sparring with someone else. The only time he’s alone is on his daily jog along the coast, and even then he can usually find someone to go with him, or someone who is also on their daily jog. He does not like being alone with his thoughts.
With a prominent brow, he has a very expressive face, and this can be a blessing or a curse. He wears his heart on his sleeve, as they say, and as much as he tries to be cool and collected about certain things, his face won’t allow it. He’s also not the best at talking about emotions, but his face does enough of that for him that if someone really wants to know what he’s feeling, it’s on his face.
Cordin likes the girls, but he wouldn’t know what to do with a girl if he was courting one, so he doesn’t bother with romance. He also tends to get flustered easily around cute girls. He’s a fantastic actor, so he can hide his awkwardness pretty well, but at the end of the day, he’s good being single. He does, however, often find himself in this universe’s equivalent of the romance section in the library. He lives for cheesy love stories. They make his heart feel warm and fuzzy.
His battle strategy is in his stamina. He can fight forever. His attacks aren’t particularly vicious or quick, but he will outlast you out of sheer stubbornness. He can also fight with seemingly countless weapons. Granted, he’s not a master of any one style of fighting, but he knows the basics of a lot of them, and that combined with his stamina makes him a formidable hare, indeed.
Strengths:
Excellent stamina
Knowledgeable about many forms of fighting/weapons
Kind to others
Values friendships highly
Weaknesses:
Awkward around women
Carries emotions on his face
Slow in a fight
Can’t be by himself for long
Speaks before he thinks
History:
Born to Major Gordan Montague (the Magnificent) Harlington Dorchester and Sergeant Victoria Liztine Fuzthrite Dorchester, Cordin was the subject of much discussion in regards to his name. Neither side of the family could agree on whose family names he should have, and finally, on his third birthday, they agreed on two names from his mother’s side, and two names from his father’s side. Cordin didn’t really care, because everyone called him Cordin, and because he was only three. His best memories from when he was a toddler are the times when his parents took him to visit his cousins, the Fraser family, in the north.
As he grew, he was taught to fight as soon as he was taught to walk. Both his parents were equally instructive in teaching him to be a perilous hare, and there was no question about his future joining the Long Patrol. In fact, it was Cordin’s dream since he was old enough to understand it. He was so excited to enlist that he did just that on the birthday he was old enough to do so. It was also on this day that his father gave him his prized halberd, a family heirloom on the Harlington side.
Cordin rose to the title of corporal quickly, and then simply stopped. He was content with his responsibilities at this position, so he made no ambitions to go further, even though both his parents wanted him to rise to the rank of general. They finally let it go after fruitless years of trying to encourage some ambition in him.
About a year after Cordin’s first and only promotion, a corsair ship dropped anchor about half a mile out from Salamandastron’s shore. No beasts exited it, and in fact it looked perfectly deserted. The morning after it arrived, a lone weasel messenger rowed to shore and delivered an ultimatum, that the mountain surrender or be destroyed. The Long Patrol collectively laughed in his stupid ugly face, and he returned to the ship, which still sat silent as the grave.
Cordin and his best mate Silas, along with a score and a half of other hares, were chosen to row out to the ship and investigate. The LP couldn’t tell if the weasel was the only beast on that ship, for it certainly appeared that way. Like a clown car, the ship exploded with more vermin than it seemed it could hold. The hares on the scouting mission called for reinforcements, but were outnumbered almost two to one.
Cordin and Silas fought viciously, until Silas was run through with a blade, and Cordin was hit hard on the back of his head and fell into the churning water below. A shark, drawn by the scent of blood, had begun nibbling on the fallen, and it bit Cordin more than once before the hare was conscious enough to drive it off. Reinforcements arrived, and at some point he was dragged from the water and brought to the infirmary. The corsairs were defeated, and the shark had quite a big dinner that night.
Silas’ belongings were packed up and shipped off to his parents, save for a small gold medallion, which had been wrapped in a package with Cordin’s name on it. Silas had meant to give it to Cordin for his upcoming birthday. A nurse delivered it while Cordin was still recovering from the shark attack. He has not taken it off since.
Currently, Cordin spends his time jogging, training, and joking with friends. He can often be found outside.
Relationships:
Major Gordan Montague Harlington Dorchester – father
Victoria Fuzthrite Liztine Dorchester – mother
Silas Bellroth - friend - deceased
Northpaw & Southpaw Fraser – cousins on his mother’s side
Other:
Cordin’s handwriting is shameful, and he blames it on the shark, because it bit his dominant arm.
Nicknames: Cordy, Fuzzy Lizard, The Fuzz, Chester
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Species: Hare
Occupation: Corporal
Physical Appearance:
Cordin is your average mountain hare. Sandy fur and black-tipped ears, with a curious smattering of red flecks along his limbs and back. His underbelly is a pleasant cream color, which extends to the underside of his short, bobbed tail. His paws are rather large, almost oversized for him. He’s got a muscular and lithe build, a good runner, built for stamina and distance, but not incredible speed. He has deep brown eyes and a thick, expressive brow.
His right bicep and flank are adorned with wavy lines of pinkish scar tissue from a five-year-old shark bite. It appears as if the shark bit around his right armpit (bicep, shoulder, chest), then bit down again on his torso(chest and stomach), chewed for a moment, and then bit down a third time on his hip and thigh. It’s a very big scar, and though it has healed well, it still gives him some pain.
He always wears his collar popped and his uniform unbuttoned over an undershirt while in the mountain or training, but does button up for patrols and battle.
Possessions:
Halberd, uniform, civvies, and a circular gold pendant the size of a quarter are the sum total of what he owns.
He likes wearing sleeveless tops when not in uniform (to show off his muscles and a bit of his scar), and usually just keeps his uniform breeches on.
Personality:
Cordin’s personality can be best likened to a golden retriever. He’s always happy to be wherever he is, hardly ever suffering from a sense of restlessness. He’s easygoing, cheerful, likes to joke, but has a chronic case of foot-in-mouth. He speaks before thinking a lot of the time. He’s also a very kind creature. He’s not afraid to throw down, but he values mercy before judgment.
He has a near constant need for companionship, and he can often be found in the mess hall, or sparring with someone else. The only time he’s alone is on his daily jog along the coast, and even then he can usually find someone to go with him, or someone who is also on their daily jog. He does not like being alone with his thoughts.
With a prominent brow, he has a very expressive face, and this can be a blessing or a curse. He wears his heart on his sleeve, as they say, and as much as he tries to be cool and collected about certain things, his face won’t allow it. He’s also not the best at talking about emotions, but his face does enough of that for him that if someone really wants to know what he’s feeling, it’s on his face.
Cordin likes the girls, but he wouldn’t know what to do with a girl if he was courting one, so he doesn’t bother with romance. He also tends to get flustered easily around cute girls. He’s a fantastic actor, so he can hide his awkwardness pretty well, but at the end of the day, he’s good being single. He does, however, often find himself in this universe’s equivalent of the romance section in the library. He lives for cheesy love stories. They make his heart feel warm and fuzzy.
His battle strategy is in his stamina. He can fight forever. His attacks aren’t particularly vicious or quick, but he will outlast you out of sheer stubbornness. He can also fight with seemingly countless weapons. Granted, he’s not a master of any one style of fighting, but he knows the basics of a lot of them, and that combined with his stamina makes him a formidable hare, indeed.
Strengths:
Excellent stamina
Knowledgeable about many forms of fighting/weapons
Kind to others
Values friendships highly
Weaknesses:
Awkward around women
Carries emotions on his face
Slow in a fight
Can’t be by himself for long
Speaks before he thinks
History:
Born to Major Gordan Montague (the Magnificent) Harlington Dorchester and Sergeant Victoria Liztine Fuzthrite Dorchester, Cordin was the subject of much discussion in regards to his name. Neither side of the family could agree on whose family names he should have, and finally, on his third birthday, they agreed on two names from his mother’s side, and two names from his father’s side. Cordin didn’t really care, because everyone called him Cordin, and because he was only three. His best memories from when he was a toddler are the times when his parents took him to visit his cousins, the Fraser family, in the north.
As he grew, he was taught to fight as soon as he was taught to walk. Both his parents were equally instructive in teaching him to be a perilous hare, and there was no question about his future joining the Long Patrol. In fact, it was Cordin’s dream since he was old enough to understand it. He was so excited to enlist that he did just that on the birthday he was old enough to do so. It was also on this day that his father gave him his prized halberd, a family heirloom on the Harlington side.
Cordin rose to the title of corporal quickly, and then simply stopped. He was content with his responsibilities at this position, so he made no ambitions to go further, even though both his parents wanted him to rise to the rank of general. They finally let it go after fruitless years of trying to encourage some ambition in him.
About a year after Cordin’s first and only promotion, a corsair ship dropped anchor about half a mile out from Salamandastron’s shore. No beasts exited it, and in fact it looked perfectly deserted. The morning after it arrived, a lone weasel messenger rowed to shore and delivered an ultimatum, that the mountain surrender or be destroyed. The Long Patrol collectively laughed in his stupid ugly face, and he returned to the ship, which still sat silent as the grave.
Cordin and his best mate Silas, along with a score and a half of other hares, were chosen to row out to the ship and investigate. The LP couldn’t tell if the weasel was the only beast on that ship, for it certainly appeared that way. Like a clown car, the ship exploded with more vermin than it seemed it could hold. The hares on the scouting mission called for reinforcements, but were outnumbered almost two to one.
Cordin and Silas fought viciously, until Silas was run through with a blade, and Cordin was hit hard on the back of his head and fell into the churning water below. A shark, drawn by the scent of blood, had begun nibbling on the fallen, and it bit Cordin more than once before the hare was conscious enough to drive it off. Reinforcements arrived, and at some point he was dragged from the water and brought to the infirmary. The corsairs were defeated, and the shark had quite a big dinner that night.
Silas’ belongings were packed up and shipped off to his parents, save for a small gold medallion, which had been wrapped in a package with Cordin’s name on it. Silas had meant to give it to Cordin for his upcoming birthday. A nurse delivered it while Cordin was still recovering from the shark attack. He has not taken it off since.
Currently, Cordin spends his time jogging, training, and joking with friends. He can often be found outside.
Relationships:
Major Gordan Montague Harlington Dorchester – father
Victoria Fuzthrite Liztine Dorchester – mother
Silas Bellroth - friend - deceased
Northpaw & Southpaw Fraser – cousins on his mother’s side
Other:
Cordin’s handwriting is shameful, and he blames it on the shark, because it bit his dominant arm.