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- 460.00
Huckle Mc'Macintosh
Skills
Skills
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The default for new characters over 16 is 12, for characters under 16 it is 11. |
Physical
-Fighting Style: Dagger, Novice(2)
-Approach: Sprinting, Novice (1)
Total Points in Category: 3
Mental
-Trade: Farming, Proficient (3)
-Knowledge: Agricultural Methods, Trained (2)
Total Points In Category: 5
Social
-Social Skill: Empathy, Trained (2)
-Social Skill: People Pleaser, Trained (2)
Total Points In Category: 4
General Information
Age: 17
Species: Otter
Size: Extra Large
Physical Description
Huckle as a Neutral toned Sea Otter with a White-ish Tanned head with Darker Tan fur around his Nose and Muzzle, having a Dark-Brown body with Bright, Skin Pink Paw-Pads. He has Long, White, and Messy whiskers on his Scruffy Fluffed face and a pair of Black glasses on his Large Nose. He overall has a Child-Like appearance besides his clothing, wearing a Worker's apron with a Green Vest and White, Collared Undershirt.
Inventory and Real Estate
- An Abandoned Farm-House with a Large Fruit Field
- A Notebook filled with Sketches and Notes, said notes being Stories
- A Single, Bandaged Pencil
- A Handheld Whicker Basket and a Larger one on his back
- A small dagger hidden at the bottom of his Handheld Basket
- A Map in his Breast-Pocket
Personality
- Nervous
- Mentally Confused
- Overly Worrisome
Strengths
- Powerful Vocal Chords when it comes to Singing
- Strong Climber
- Highly Loyal to Others
Weaknesses
- Emotionally Driven
- Shyness is mostly perceived on Suspicion
- Cannot handle Confrontation
History
Huckle was born into a Small family, growing up with his Sister, Mom, Grandmother, and — his best Friend — his Great Grandmother. He spent most of his Childhood outside: Climbing through Trees, Digging random Holes, And Picking Flowers and Fruit that he finds. But it was the Fruit that he was interested in the most. The way the Bumps and Ridges of Strawberries felt in his hands, the weight of the Peaches and Watermelons as he caried them, the growth of the Grapes as the grew on their vines.
The Otter was mostly quiet, keeping to himself, as well as his collections, most of the time. " He's in his own little world " — His mom would say. " He's just Weird like that " — She'd tease to her Friends, which He'd always be hanging Around with. He always hated when his Sister said that, it made him more Quiet, but only around Certain People. So he mostly hanged out with his Great Grandmother and her Friends They We're nice, kind and patient with Huckle. so that's how he got his Sense of Empathy.
But, things changed, and it made it feel like the World was against him. It started when his Grandmother passed away, leaving back her Writing, her Playing Cards, and one important thing — a Tightly Woven Whicker-Basket. The Basket is Special to Huckle, once he got his hands on it, he couldn't seem to let it go. He constantly had to find ways to keep it in his Paws, leading him to his passion — Fruit Picking. Being alone and humming his tunes while he Picked at the rations he grew. He picked and Picked, keeping his harvest to himself as the rest of his family watched upon is disappointment.
One day he returned his to find his Mother and Father vanished into the Thin, Crisp air of that Faithful night. " They left because of you" — His sister Engraved into his mind. That statement kept him more Quiet, hidden from most, if not all people. they Never came back home afterwards, no matter how much he Prayed, Cried, or Sang out from them. His sister didn't like him Around either, so she kicked him out by force; Taking over the house and "Raising herself as a Tyrant" — So he says. Despite this, he never let his Spirit's down, that Single basket giving him all the hope he's needed.
