Post by Dragon on Nov 11, 2009 22:39:30 GMT -5
Name: Sampson
Position:Vice
(Rabbit Positions:
Okar - Leader
Vice - Deputy
Fightwar - Main offense"warriors"
Burrower - Common burrow dwellers, forages and diggers
Denner - a Doe with kits or expecting
Weakler - the Weak and small rabbits, often disrespected and forced to do humiliating tasks.
Young Mind - The kits who have outgrown the den, and learn to be their acquainted set in life.
Kits - the young of the burrow, fawned upon until they turn into a Young Mind where, they will be vigorously trained.
Elder - Elder)
Clan: West Field Warren
Gender: Buck
Age: 4 years(old for a wild rabbit)
Description: Sampson is the kind of rabbit you want on your side. He has that crafty look to his face, that seems to be threatening while eerily calm at the same time. This particular rabbit shows great power, though he is of no considerable size. He seems like an average rabbit of size. He isn't of any amazing color, he is much like any other other then the aura of power that constantly makes him stand out. Many of his followers will admire from afar, awed by his superior rank and skill. His fur is thicker then usual, just slightly though, and its usually slick and very well groomed. His face is very serious, almost to the extent that he barely ever smiles. It is scarred, and has rock hard features that took moons to form. His eyes are on the other hand, a very soft brown color, that glints in the sun with he is in the right light. And upon one larger ear he has a V-shape cut out of it. If you go along his aged body, you could find that he is a very lean rabbit. With sinewy muscles that are hidden beneath his shaggy fur. Though he has seen his fair share of battles, he doesn't seem to battered down or deteriorating like his fellow senior Fightwars. Now, his thick pelt is a nice cool, ash gray that is still shining like he was a young buck. Melting fondly with the ashy color of his pelt he has smudges of muddy brown on his tall ears. This color is also found on the bridge of his velvety, twitching nose. It circles around his muzzle and cheek, and covers the tip of his abnormally scruffy chin that he commonly holds out proudly like a beacon to his superior leadership. The marshy brown color carries from the crest of his head and goes down his back and branches out into blotchy stripes. Down at his little scruffy thing of a tail at first it is the original brown color, striped with a darker color around it.
Personality: Sampson is what you could call practically by polar with his constant mood swings. It isn't that he varies much in his attitude its just his way of judging situations and all that he thinks. On the most part he is a stern, straight faced rabbit with little emotion on his serious features. He has a very orderly way to do things, and when he does them he doesn't want it to be tampered with. His ways are rock solid, set in stone as if he knows only how to do it his way. He is rigid and forceful, without a bendable bone in his single body. Its known that lower ranks flee in his presence, though he has no need to punish the innocent that who did nothing. He marches around, though not in arrogance, in simply the reason that he just that used to it. In his oddly light eyes, he never shows hatred or contempt toward his warren, it nearly only shows his supreme power and rigid ways. Or you could call them hard eyes, emotionless and cold. Some say he was once... happy. Many of the younger generation would laugh at that, knowing his discipline and strict attitude. During burrow check, one feather out of place and you would be cleaning out dens for at least a moon cycle. In his past, older rabbits remembered how he once was, easy going and suited with the simple pleasures in life. Now, Sampson lives alone in a dark burrow near the Okar's den. But he doesn't visit his neighboring burrows anymore then he has too. Few believe that he is harboring any evil or cruel thoughts in the back of his head, many think he just an odd-ball. He doesn't have any friends that are known of, though he is respected and looked at with awe. All and all, he is a weird one that few know anything about, especially his past.
History: Not many know about Sampson's past, he tries to keep it as hidden as possible. He doesn't enjoy speaking or gloating about his countless battles he is probably quite famed for even his fellow older rabbits don't speak of what he has done or even the reason he was promoted to the leisurely rank of Vice. They always avoid the question like the plague, though the history is there and will never be avoided. This is a place were secrets are laid out like a book, and picked at like those long mysteries that don't want to be broken. Sampson started out as the oldest in his litter, bold and adventurous. He was also very friendly and easy toward his siblings. He never had a care in the world, he was a joy to his mentor, though he was a little too cocky and a little to lazy to be dealt with sometimes. Though he had his little problems, he went into being a fightwar with flying colors, exceeding in his fighting skills and predator protection. He trotted around, glad of his new found rank and lofty duty. Warrens barely fought with eachother unless a new one came onto their territory, and usually they were judged by the larger force. It was mostly predator protection, but these meadows were oddly free of enemies, and he had little to do when he was out and about. But one day, he saw man, he was sleeping in the grass when he heard crunching of gravel. Sampson saw them walking by, and it seemed to be carrying a bunch of wires and stakes. This potential rabbit killers didn't click in his mind, even though the elders had spoken of them when he had become a Fightwar, but he had dozed off in the beginning. He didn't bother to mention it to anyone, and as time went by, he forgot and he met a lovely doe by the name of Honey. They were galloping in a field when he leg got caught in a trap. Her shriek was horrible to his ears, perhaps she would have lived but as she flailed madly, it seemed like her small heart gave out, and she died. Sampson believed his ways had caused her death, and from then on, he lived a strict life, a brutal life that only hurt himself. He didn't except change in his ways and he seemed like a completely different rabbit. He was horrid and unapproachable. But sometimes, alone in his burrow, he cries in the memory of Honey who died because of him. To him, his history was tragic himself, but that is that, and that deed has been committed and can never change.
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Position:Vice
(Rabbit Positions:
Okar - Leader
Vice - Deputy
Fightwar - Main offense"warriors"
Burrower - Common burrow dwellers, forages and diggers
Denner - a Doe with kits or expecting
Weakler - the Weak and small rabbits, often disrespected and forced to do humiliating tasks.
Young Mind - The kits who have outgrown the den, and learn to be their acquainted set in life.
Kits - the young of the burrow, fawned upon until they turn into a Young Mind where, they will be vigorously trained.
Elder - Elder)
Clan: West Field Warren
Gender: Buck
Age: 4 years(old for a wild rabbit)
Description: Sampson is the kind of rabbit you want on your side. He has that crafty look to his face, that seems to be threatening while eerily calm at the same time. This particular rabbit shows great power, though he is of no considerable size. He seems like an average rabbit of size. He isn't of any amazing color, he is much like any other other then the aura of power that constantly makes him stand out. Many of his followers will admire from afar, awed by his superior rank and skill. His fur is thicker then usual, just slightly though, and its usually slick and very well groomed. His face is very serious, almost to the extent that he barely ever smiles. It is scarred, and has rock hard features that took moons to form. His eyes are on the other hand, a very soft brown color, that glints in the sun with he is in the right light. And upon one larger ear he has a V-shape cut out of it. If you go along his aged body, you could find that he is a very lean rabbit. With sinewy muscles that are hidden beneath his shaggy fur. Though he has seen his fair share of battles, he doesn't seem to battered down or deteriorating like his fellow senior Fightwars. Now, his thick pelt is a nice cool, ash gray that is still shining like he was a young buck. Melting fondly with the ashy color of his pelt he has smudges of muddy brown on his tall ears. This color is also found on the bridge of his velvety, twitching nose. It circles around his muzzle and cheek, and covers the tip of his abnormally scruffy chin that he commonly holds out proudly like a beacon to his superior leadership. The marshy brown color carries from the crest of his head and goes down his back and branches out into blotchy stripes. Down at his little scruffy thing of a tail at first it is the original brown color, striped with a darker color around it.
Personality: Sampson is what you could call practically by polar with his constant mood swings. It isn't that he varies much in his attitude its just his way of judging situations and all that he thinks. On the most part he is a stern, straight faced rabbit with little emotion on his serious features. He has a very orderly way to do things, and when he does them he doesn't want it to be tampered with. His ways are rock solid, set in stone as if he knows only how to do it his way. He is rigid and forceful, without a bendable bone in his single body. Its known that lower ranks flee in his presence, though he has no need to punish the innocent that who did nothing. He marches around, though not in arrogance, in simply the reason that he just that used to it. In his oddly light eyes, he never shows hatred or contempt toward his warren, it nearly only shows his supreme power and rigid ways. Or you could call them hard eyes, emotionless and cold. Some say he was once... happy. Many of the younger generation would laugh at that, knowing his discipline and strict attitude. During burrow check, one feather out of place and you would be cleaning out dens for at least a moon cycle. In his past, older rabbits remembered how he once was, easy going and suited with the simple pleasures in life. Now, Sampson lives alone in a dark burrow near the Okar's den. But he doesn't visit his neighboring burrows anymore then he has too. Few believe that he is harboring any evil or cruel thoughts in the back of his head, many think he just an odd-ball. He doesn't have any friends that are known of, though he is respected and looked at with awe. All and all, he is a weird one that few know anything about, especially his past.
History: Not many know about Sampson's past, he tries to keep it as hidden as possible. He doesn't enjoy speaking or gloating about his countless battles he is probably quite famed for even his fellow older rabbits don't speak of what he has done or even the reason he was promoted to the leisurely rank of Vice. They always avoid the question like the plague, though the history is there and will never be avoided. This is a place were secrets are laid out like a book, and picked at like those long mysteries that don't want to be broken. Sampson started out as the oldest in his litter, bold and adventurous. He was also very friendly and easy toward his siblings. He never had a care in the world, he was a joy to his mentor, though he was a little too cocky and a little to lazy to be dealt with sometimes. Though he had his little problems, he went into being a fightwar with flying colors, exceeding in his fighting skills and predator protection. He trotted around, glad of his new found rank and lofty duty. Warrens barely fought with eachother unless a new one came onto their territory, and usually they were judged by the larger force. It was mostly predator protection, but these meadows were oddly free of enemies, and he had little to do when he was out and about. But one day, he saw man, he was sleeping in the grass when he heard crunching of gravel. Sampson saw them walking by, and it seemed to be carrying a bunch of wires and stakes. This potential rabbit killers didn't click in his mind, even though the elders had spoken of them when he had become a Fightwar, but he had dozed off in the beginning. He didn't bother to mention it to anyone, and as time went by, he forgot and he met a lovely doe by the name of Honey. They were galloping in a field when he leg got caught in a trap. Her shriek was horrible to his ears, perhaps she would have lived but as she flailed madly, it seemed like her small heart gave out, and she died. Sampson believed his ways had caused her death, and from then on, he lived a strict life, a brutal life that only hurt himself. He didn't except change in his ways and he seemed like a completely different rabbit. He was horrid and unapproachable. But sometimes, alone in his burrow, he cries in the memory of Honey who died because of him. To him, his history was tragic himself, but that is that, and that deed has been committed and can never change.
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