Post by Django on Jun 25, 2017 21:58:23 GMT -5
Name: Oleander
Age: She doesn't know (She's about 24, doesn't keep track of time)
Gender: Female
Species: Serotine bat
Occupation: Bat
Physical Appearance:
Oleander's torso is covered in golden fur, and she's about the same size as a rat. Her snout and wide webbed ears are furless, and a dark brown color. Her tiny eyes are black, and her not-so-tiny teeth are sparkling white. Her large, leathery wings are the same color as her ears. When not in flight, she crawls, but will hold herself up with her strong forearms.
Since her wings impede any kind of clothing, she flies about naked. All she wears is a braided cord around her neck with an increasing number of trinkets on it.
Possessions:
Her necklace, which as of now is threaded through or around a hummingbird skull, a shiny green bead, a thick mole claw, and a pale pink seashell, is all she owns.
Personality:
Oleander is a strange one. Her mind is occupied mostly by thoughts of flying and food. She's interested in collecting things, much like a magpie. She's about as articulate as a Dibbun, and completely illiterate. She pays attention about as much as a Dibbun, too. Focus is not one of her strengths.
She's a curious creature, and with her poor eyesight tends to touch things or squeak at them a lot. This includes other creatures. When meeting Oleander, be prepared to have big leathery wings in your face and a constant stream of squeaks and clicks. She's a wild bat, never having integrated into a society other than a wild bat colony, so she has no social tact, and don't expect her to learn it fast, either. If she likes you, she'll hang around you, but she can also be gone the next day on a whim.
Oleander can climb very well, hang upside down very well, and she can even swim with her big wings. She's good at hiding from others and intimidating others with her unnaturally white teeth and scary wings. Her skull necklace goes a long way in the intimidation department, as well. Her only real skill is untying and tying her necklace. Some beast could probably teach her to braid if they really put their mind to it.
Strengths:
Natural flier
Excellent echolocation
Good climber
Good swimmer
Weaknesses:
Limited language
Easily distracted
Bad eyesight
No real sense of loyalty or empathy
Very feral
History:
Oleander, like most bats, was born in a cave, in the old quarry, with thousands of other bats crowding the ceiling. She had a hundred siblings, or so she believed, and for how the colony functioned, she may as well have had a hundred siblings. Her world was a clustered mass of squeaks and echoes until she grew to adulthood.
Out hunting one night, she got separated from the colony by a storm that whipped up without warning. She didn't know where she was when the storm had finished batting her about, and with her short attention span, she got distracted by a giant beetle and stopped caring about where she was. While trying to get her bearings, she came upon a dead hummingbird and felt an overwhelming need to keep its tiny skull.
For a good while, she just carried the skull in her mouth wherever she went, but she realized that impeded her from catching food. She carried it with her feet, and that was better, but became uncomfortable after too long. It just so happened that she later crossed paths with a fox while experimenting with carrying the skull in one of her wings. Now, it's important to note that Oleander didn't actually have a name at this point. She hadn't been given one by the colony, no bats really had, and it wasn't an issue until she met a beast who asked for her name.
Oleander just squeaked. The fox smirked and smelled the "sucker" emanating off her. He called her Squeak and gave her bits of food to keep her following him. He started a little act with her, tying the hummingbird skull around her neck like a collar, and making her leap into the air to catch food. This fox was named Oleander, and the little bat would soon come to learn this word very well.
For about five years, the fox traveled the woodlands entertaining other beasts for profit, only having to pay his lead actress in scraps of food. He would announce himself "I am the great Oleander!" And then his bat, "Come see the feral mouse that flies like a bird!" He drew decent crowds. Until one day, a little squirrel named Daisy was watching with her family and got curious about the weird flying mouse. When the act was over, Daisy followed the fox and bat, and saw how sad and pitiful the bat really looked.
Daisy ran home and got her big brother Tulip to give the fox a stern talking to about the treatment of his bat. Tulip the squirrel, a very large fellow, who was wrapped thoroughly around his little sister's finger, confronted the "great Oleander," who promptly wet his pants at the sheer size of the squirrel before him. A few minutes later, the little bat walked free with her new squirrel friends. The fox was never seen again.
Daisy put a shiny green bead on Oleander's necklace to make it prettier, and she also taught the bat how to tie and untie the knot. The squirrel family was able to teach her some words, but never how to read. Easily distracted, Oleander once again got separated from the beasts she was living with. This time it was to chase a cloud of gnats. Daisy and Tulip figured she was a wild creature, anyway, so they didn't go out looking for her. They were just happy she was free of the mean fox.
Oleander traveled some more, eventually finding some hollows and caves to sleep in. She met a dying mole deep in a cavern one night, who appreciated her company while he took his final few breaths. He pet her head gently until he couldn't anymore, and when he was cold and dead, Oleander nibbled off one of the claws he'd petted her with. She cleaned the claw and tied it to her necklace, then set off again.
A storm forced Oleander to stay out of the sky, and while she was taking shelter near a river, she met a group of otters who were playing in the rain. They asked her name, and she said, "I am the great Oleander!" The otters thought she was adorable and taught her how to swim. They gave her a little pink seashell to put on her necklace. They eventually returned to the sea from whence they'd come, and Oleander, now with a proper name, continued to roam.
Currently, she likes to chase things around Mossflower woods. Eventually, she'll probably stumble upon Redwall Abbey, but who knows? She flies where there's food.
Relationships:
The great Oleander - namesake, former captor
Daisy and Tulip - friends
Old Mr. Mole - friend - deceased
Sea otter crew - friends
Age: She doesn't know (She's about 24, doesn't keep track of time)
Gender: Female
Species: Serotine bat
Occupation: Bat
Physical Appearance:
Oleander's torso is covered in golden fur, and she's about the same size as a rat. Her snout and wide webbed ears are furless, and a dark brown color. Her tiny eyes are black, and her not-so-tiny teeth are sparkling white. Her large, leathery wings are the same color as her ears. When not in flight, she crawls, but will hold herself up with her strong forearms.
Since her wings impede any kind of clothing, she flies about naked. All she wears is a braided cord around her neck with an increasing number of trinkets on it.
Possessions:
Her necklace, which as of now is threaded through or around a hummingbird skull, a shiny green bead, a thick mole claw, and a pale pink seashell, is all she owns.
Personality:
Oleander is a strange one. Her mind is occupied mostly by thoughts of flying and food. She's interested in collecting things, much like a magpie. She's about as articulate as a Dibbun, and completely illiterate. She pays attention about as much as a Dibbun, too. Focus is not one of her strengths.
She's a curious creature, and with her poor eyesight tends to touch things or squeak at them a lot. This includes other creatures. When meeting Oleander, be prepared to have big leathery wings in your face and a constant stream of squeaks and clicks. She's a wild bat, never having integrated into a society other than a wild bat colony, so she has no social tact, and don't expect her to learn it fast, either. If she likes you, she'll hang around you, but she can also be gone the next day on a whim.
Oleander can climb very well, hang upside down very well, and she can even swim with her big wings. She's good at hiding from others and intimidating others with her unnaturally white teeth and scary wings. Her skull necklace goes a long way in the intimidation department, as well. Her only real skill is untying and tying her necklace. Some beast could probably teach her to braid if they really put their mind to it.
Strengths:
Natural flier
Excellent echolocation
Good climber
Good swimmer
Weaknesses:
Limited language
Easily distracted
Bad eyesight
No real sense of loyalty or empathy
Very feral
History:
Oleander, like most bats, was born in a cave, in the old quarry, with thousands of other bats crowding the ceiling. She had a hundred siblings, or so she believed, and for how the colony functioned, she may as well have had a hundred siblings. Her world was a clustered mass of squeaks and echoes until she grew to adulthood.
Out hunting one night, she got separated from the colony by a storm that whipped up without warning. She didn't know where she was when the storm had finished batting her about, and with her short attention span, she got distracted by a giant beetle and stopped caring about where she was. While trying to get her bearings, she came upon a dead hummingbird and felt an overwhelming need to keep its tiny skull.
For a good while, she just carried the skull in her mouth wherever she went, but she realized that impeded her from catching food. She carried it with her feet, and that was better, but became uncomfortable after too long. It just so happened that she later crossed paths with a fox while experimenting with carrying the skull in one of her wings. Now, it's important to note that Oleander didn't actually have a name at this point. She hadn't been given one by the colony, no bats really had, and it wasn't an issue until she met a beast who asked for her name.
Oleander just squeaked. The fox smirked and smelled the "sucker" emanating off her. He called her Squeak and gave her bits of food to keep her following him. He started a little act with her, tying the hummingbird skull around her neck like a collar, and making her leap into the air to catch food. This fox was named Oleander, and the little bat would soon come to learn this word very well.
For about five years, the fox traveled the woodlands entertaining other beasts for profit, only having to pay his lead actress in scraps of food. He would announce himself "I am the great Oleander!" And then his bat, "Come see the feral mouse that flies like a bird!" He drew decent crowds. Until one day, a little squirrel named Daisy was watching with her family and got curious about the weird flying mouse. When the act was over, Daisy followed the fox and bat, and saw how sad and pitiful the bat really looked.
Daisy ran home and got her big brother Tulip to give the fox a stern talking to about the treatment of his bat. Tulip the squirrel, a very large fellow, who was wrapped thoroughly around his little sister's finger, confronted the "great Oleander," who promptly wet his pants at the sheer size of the squirrel before him. A few minutes later, the little bat walked free with her new squirrel friends. The fox was never seen again.
Daisy put a shiny green bead on Oleander's necklace to make it prettier, and she also taught the bat how to tie and untie the knot. The squirrel family was able to teach her some words, but never how to read. Easily distracted, Oleander once again got separated from the beasts she was living with. This time it was to chase a cloud of gnats. Daisy and Tulip figured she was a wild creature, anyway, so they didn't go out looking for her. They were just happy she was free of the mean fox.
Oleander traveled some more, eventually finding some hollows and caves to sleep in. She met a dying mole deep in a cavern one night, who appreciated her company while he took his final few breaths. He pet her head gently until he couldn't anymore, and when he was cold and dead, Oleander nibbled off one of the claws he'd petted her with. She cleaned the claw and tied it to her necklace, then set off again.
A storm forced Oleander to stay out of the sky, and while she was taking shelter near a river, she met a group of otters who were playing in the rain. They asked her name, and she said, "I am the great Oleander!" The otters thought she was adorable and taught her how to swim. They gave her a little pink seashell to put on her necklace. They eventually returned to the sea from whence they'd come, and Oleander, now with a proper name, continued to roam.
Currently, she likes to chase things around Mossflower woods. Eventually, she'll probably stumble upon Redwall Abbey, but who knows? She flies where there's food.
Relationships:
The great Oleander - namesake, former captor
Daisy and Tulip - friends
Old Mr. Mole - friend - deceased
Sea otter crew - friends