Subject:  Me, my parents, & my blowpipe |
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Date Posted: 20:30:08 01/26/04 Mon
Name: Mariam
Age: young maid
Species: otter
Eye color: dark green
Fur color: light brown
Anything Else: a white upside down triangle from the top of my head to the tip of my snout.
Attributes: Smart
Flaws: Braggart
Attributes2: Good With Weapons
Flaws2: Know-it-All
Attributes4: Good Aim
Flaws3: Attention Hog
Flaws4: -------
Quirks:odd fam
Biography: My parents have always lived in the mossflower otter tribe, but most the time, they travel.Momma is known for her knives(no matter what anyone says, she calls them "knives", not "blades".She thinks "knives" sounds fiercer)& Poppa is known for his arrows. We are the feared otters of the tribe. I don't have much friends, all the maids are scared to death of my mom & dad. The boys? They're petrified. No wonder, Mum & Dad ARE a bit different. Momma has a missing paw, and is covered in scars. Sometimes at night she points to one & starts telling me the story behind it. She wears a bone bracelet that is rumored among the gossipy otter wives to have come from one of her enemies. I know for a fact that it's the backbone of the first fish she caught. Poppa is a coal black otter. When he takes his nightly stroll, you can hardly see him. He has the best aim in the tribe. I inhereted it. When I was old enough, they gave me a beautiful blowpipe & a colorful pouch of thorns with me sending a thorn whistleing into a stoats throat embroidered on it.(Skipperess Topaz ,one of the only otters that wasn't scared of us, had made the pouch, since my momma doesn't know how to sew) From that day forward, the name Mariam was left behind me, as far as my victims where concerend. I became "Rascal", "Scamp", "Monster", and others to horrible for me to repeat. To Poppa I became "Wasp" and Momma called me "Good-Aimed Gal". But soon, enough was enough. Even Skipperess Topaz, the one who understood me most besides my parents, was fed up. She marched for Redwall and deposited me there in high bad humor, gave me a lecture on how to behave myself and become a proper young lady, and marched off whistling and singing, and looking for all the world as if she was haveing the best day of her life (no doubt she was).Momma & Poppa promised to be back next season and (secretly, and well out of hearing range from the Abess) told me not to give in to the Redwallers. " They're nice and wonderful cooks, but if they take away your impudence, I'll take away THEY'RE most prized possesion!!" declared Momma who (as you can see) prized my disobedience to all others but her and Poppa. I promised. . . and I'm gonna KEEP that promise!!
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