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Apricity Prim
Skills:
Total Points Available to Spend: 12
Physical
- Dirty Fisticuffs (Novice) [1]
What she lacks in finesse, she makes up for by knowing weak spots and having a strong grip to bring inanimate objects down upon the hopefully-soon-to-be-inanimate.
- Climbing and Leaping (Trained) [2]
Anybeast can climb, and she does so quite well, but it takes a trulydetermined deranged spirit to throw oneself from insane heights and stick the landing. With or without injury.
- Sailing (Novice) [1]
Once piloted and crewed a small cutter all by her lonesome. She may not know the terminology, and she may not have docked it, but by gum she got it across the water.
Total Points in Category: 4
Mental
- Knowledge: Trapping (Proficient) [3]
Snares, foothold traps, deadfalls, you name it, she's been forced to build it, trigger it, and escape from it. Even the deadly ones. (She got points off for surviving those. "Badly constructed," her father said.)
- Knowledge: All-purpose Sewing (Trained) [2]
Be it finger-claw, sail, or evening gown, snitches can rest easy with her ability.
Total Points in Category: 5
Social
- Slinky Dancing (Novice) [1]
The kind of dancing that might leave evening gowns behind, but not friends.
- Enthusiastic Flirtation (Trained) [2]
You're quite the reader, aren't you? You look so smart and studious when you read, and so handsome with your glasses. I bet you even remember things you've read from hours ago, probably even days... Well, I sure hope you remember this little blurb! You know, I've got some more things you could read, too...
Total Points in Category: 3
General Information:
Age: 23
Species: Pine marten
Biological Sex: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Size: Tall, lanky
Physical Description:
Despite being tall and lanky, she still retains the stockier shape of martens the world over, compared to their more noodlier family members. Her shoulders are fairly broad, her feet a little large, her tail auspiciously poofy.
Her eyes like jewels, one emerald green, the other sapphire blue - at least one of them her original. Silky red-brown fur with a pristine luster, with a shock of fiery bright orange for a bib from neck to belly, the creamy swirls reminiscent of cake frosting, almost inviting a lick... Hey! Behave.
All this is balanced by a raggedly nicked right ear, a chunk missing from the tip of her nose, whiskers missing from her muzzle, crooked fingers on her left paw that look as if they have one joint too many - because they do, as well as a slightly different fur color - and countless scars nestled beneath her thick fur.
Inventory and Real Estate:
- A large chest of fine clothing containing blouses, bodices, corsets, skirts, gowns (both evening and bathing), slippers, shoes, boots, and myriad other accessories.
- One large survival knife, serrated on one side and inscribed with the name Apricity Prim. The pommel bears the crest of the Prim family. A gift from her late husband.
- A scroll proclaiming her marriage into the Prim family, thus entitling her to the trappings of nobility in Vulpinsulan society. The veracity of which may or may not be able to be identified. Contains inky pawprints of both bride and groom.
- A clay tablet embedded with the teeth-marks and pawprints of both herself and her husband, to better ascertain the veracity of the previous document.
Personality:
Bratty. Snooty. Demanding. Prissy. Spoiled. Stubborn. Impossible to please. Entitled. Or, in her own words, fed up.
And why shouldn't she be treated like a princess? After all she's been put through, all the work and effort to land herself a marriage into high society. Doesn't that entitle one to the finer things in life? It's right there in the word! Entitled! Not born into it, but having earned it through blood, sweat, and other beast's tears, surely its allowed to loudly complain and cause a ruckus until all of one's needs and frivolous desires are met?
Those who might have known her before the marriage would have said: Tenacious. Inevitable. Impertinent. Gamey.
Strengths:
Grit. Moxie. A single-minded unwillingness to lie down and die. If it can't be thought through, then the head makes an excellent battering ram.
The usual pine marten audacity. And semi-retractable claws!
Weakness:
Lacking in much social knowledge and truths about the upper crusts. What she thinks is elegance and luxury... true beasts of such things would not.
Doesn't quite know when to muzzle her muzzle.
Has a problem with authority. The problem being that she has none and would like all of it for herself.
Actually believes in true love, pfffbbblt, dork.
Only has one working eye.
History:
Third child born to parents who had been exiled from the Imperium before the revolution. She grew up on stories of how great it was - their greatest enemy, the greatest navy, the greatest grapes, everything about the Imperium sounded amazing. And while her older siblings were trained to be assassins, smugglers, weapons against that greatness, she was chosen for another task: To keep the family name alive. For which they trained her by attempting to kill her daily.
So, naturally, she ditched that the moment she got out from under their paws. Thumbscrew them, she decided. After all they'd put her through to make sure she was capable of living through anything the Imperium could throw at her, there was nothing left of that family she wanted.
She robbed her mother's meager jewels and beelined for the nearest port, selling everything she had to get as far away from them as she could. Along the way, she met a rather dumpy and droopy-faced male marten, one Giles Blueberry "Gingertail" Prim, discovered that he had amazing amounts of wealth and prestige back in his home village of Amarone ("A dreadfully boring place, very little to do," he had claimed) and so naturally, she married him as soon as it was possible to do so with a witness and at least two scriveners.
Giles was a horrible husband. Nearly twice her age, licked his chops way too much between meals, always smelled like slightly-off butter. But for all that, he had a lust for adventure, and rather than sail her back to Vulpinsula, they kept island-hopping on his cutter, the Indominable Gusto. Apricity found it, along with her new husband, was quite dominable, however.
So did the Red Fleet. Whilst she hid beneath a mound of frilly clothing which was deemed "too prissy to bother with" by the pirates, the rest of the crew, her husband, and all his servants and staff were either slaughtered or captured. The little ship was left to drift, sails tattered, rations depleted, and only a little bit set on fire.
Not the worst situation she'd been in.
A little frantic bucket-chucking, some sewing, some careful salvage of bodies and lots of fishing, and she managed to get the Gusto seaworthy again, with new ridiculously frilly sails. And then began the long process of learning how to sail it with a literal skeleton crew and a snazzy new collection of bone back-scratchers to profit with when landfall was made.
Any day now...
Skills:
Total Points Available to Spend: 12
Physical
- Dirty Fisticuffs (Novice) [1]
What she lacks in finesse, she makes up for by knowing weak spots and having a strong grip to bring inanimate objects down upon the hopefully-soon-to-be-inanimate.
- Climbing and Leaping (Trained) [2]
Anybeast can climb, and she does so quite well, but it takes a truly
- Sailing (Novice) [1]
Once piloted and crewed a small cutter all by her lonesome. She may not know the terminology, and she may not have docked it, but by gum she got it across the water.
Total Points in Category: 4
Mental
- Knowledge: Trapping (Proficient) [3]
Snares, foothold traps, deadfalls, you name it, she's been forced to build it, trigger it, and escape from it. Even the deadly ones. (She got points off for surviving those. "Badly constructed," her father said.)
- Knowledge: All-purpose Sewing (Trained) [2]
Be it finger-claw, sail, or evening gown, snitches can rest easy with her ability.
Total Points in Category: 5
Social
- Slinky Dancing (Novice) [1]
The kind of dancing that might leave evening gowns behind, but not friends.
- Enthusiastic Flirtation (Trained) [2]
You're quite the reader, aren't you? You look so smart and studious when you read, and so handsome with your glasses. I bet you even remember things you've read from hours ago, probably even days... Well, I sure hope you remember this little blurb! You know, I've got some more things you could read, too...
Total Points in Category: 3
General Information:
Age: 23
Species: Pine marten
Biological Sex: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Size: Tall, lanky
Physical Description:
Despite being tall and lanky, she still retains the stockier shape of martens the world over, compared to their more noodlier family members. Her shoulders are fairly broad, her feet a little large, her tail auspiciously poofy.
Her eyes like jewels, one emerald green, the other sapphire blue - at least one of them her original. Silky red-brown fur with a pristine luster, with a shock of fiery bright orange for a bib from neck to belly, the creamy swirls reminiscent of cake frosting, almost inviting a lick... Hey! Behave.
All this is balanced by a raggedly nicked right ear, a chunk missing from the tip of her nose, whiskers missing from her muzzle, crooked fingers on her left paw that look as if they have one joint too many - because they do, as well as a slightly different fur color - and countless scars nestled beneath her thick fur.
Inventory and Real Estate:
- A large chest of fine clothing containing blouses, bodices, corsets, skirts, gowns (both evening and bathing), slippers, shoes, boots, and myriad other accessories.
- One large survival knife, serrated on one side and inscribed with the name Apricity Prim. The pommel bears the crest of the Prim family. A gift from her late husband.
- A scroll proclaiming her marriage into the Prim family, thus entitling her to the trappings of nobility in Vulpinsulan society. The veracity of which may or may not be able to be identified. Contains inky pawprints of both bride and groom.
- A clay tablet embedded with the teeth-marks and pawprints of both herself and her husband, to better ascertain the veracity of the previous document.
Personality:
Bratty. Snooty. Demanding. Prissy. Spoiled. Stubborn. Impossible to please. Entitled. Or, in her own words, fed up.
And why shouldn't she be treated like a princess? After all she's been put through, all the work and effort to land herself a marriage into high society. Doesn't that entitle one to the finer things in life? It's right there in the word! Entitled! Not born into it, but having earned it through blood, sweat, and other beast's tears, surely its allowed to loudly complain and cause a ruckus until all of one's needs and frivolous desires are met?
Those who might have known her before the marriage would have said: Tenacious. Inevitable. Impertinent. Gamey.
Strengths:
Grit. Moxie. A single-minded unwillingness to lie down and die. If it can't be thought through, then the head makes an excellent battering ram.
The usual pine marten audacity. And semi-retractable claws!
Weakness:
Lacking in much social knowledge and truths about the upper crusts. What she thinks is elegance and luxury... true beasts of such things would not.
Doesn't quite know when to muzzle her muzzle.
Has a problem with authority. The problem being that she has none and would like all of it for herself.
Actually believes in true love, pfffbbblt, dork.
Only has one working eye.
History:
Third child born to parents who had been exiled from the Imperium before the revolution. She grew up on stories of how great it was - their greatest enemy, the greatest navy, the greatest grapes, everything about the Imperium sounded amazing. And while her older siblings were trained to be assassins, smugglers, weapons against that greatness, she was chosen for another task: To keep the family name alive. For which they trained her by attempting to kill her daily.
So, naturally, she ditched that the moment she got out from under their paws. Thumbscrew them, she decided. After all they'd put her through to make sure she was capable of living through anything the Imperium could throw at her, there was nothing left of that family she wanted.
She robbed her mother's meager jewels and beelined for the nearest port, selling everything she had to get as far away from them as she could. Along the way, she met a rather dumpy and droopy-faced male marten, one Giles Blueberry "Gingertail" Prim, discovered that he had amazing amounts of wealth and prestige back in his home village of Amarone ("A dreadfully boring place, very little to do," he had claimed) and so naturally, she married him as soon as it was possible to do so with a witness and at least two scriveners.
Giles was a horrible husband. Nearly twice her age, licked his chops way too much between meals, always smelled like slightly-off butter. But for all that, he had a lust for adventure, and rather than sail her back to Vulpinsula, they kept island-hopping on his cutter, the Indominable Gusto. Apricity found it, along with her new husband, was quite dominable, however.
So did the Red Fleet. Whilst she hid beneath a mound of frilly clothing which was deemed "too prissy to bother with" by the pirates, the rest of the crew, her husband, and all his servants and staff were either slaughtered or captured. The little ship was left to drift, sails tattered, rations depleted, and only a little bit set on fire.
Not the worst situation she'd been in.
A little frantic bucket-chucking, some sewing, some careful salvage of bodies and lots of fishing, and she managed to get the Gusto seaworthy again, with new ridiculously frilly sails. And then began the long process of learning how to sail it with a literal skeleton crew and a snazzy new collection of bone back-scratchers to profit with when landfall was made.
Any day now...
