About Bunnit Twiddletonbrief description:
Bunnit Twiddleton is a White Knight, a politely serious but fierce defender of the weak. The young man with brilliant blue eyes and sandy hair, wearing a crisp white cloak over his soft gray leather armor, pulls his sharp as wit rapier with a swish, and declares that the ruffian STAND DOWN or face the consequences. All rather impressive. Except… He is Bunnit Twiddleton and comes with a few flaws that worked against his desire for becoming a hero. First, he is the nephew of Crink, the cheesy owner of Quarter and Bits in a jaunty hat, which is hard to follow behind if you are trying to be taken seriously. Second the Twiddleton’s are halflings, not known for their warrior blood and Short. Bunnit unfortunately is even shorter than your average halfling. So that aforementioned Ruffian might not see him at all, and if he did, he might be taken for a child with a play sword. Bunnit is irritated by both those flaws, but the last flaw… oh fig trees on FIRE… the last one is the worst of them. As his uncle likes to say, he is only HALF halfling, a quaterling! The other half is a beastkin. Which sounds WONDERFUL, if the beast in question was a wolf or a Bear. But Bunnit’s beast kin is… A… Rabbit. A Rabbit Named Bunnit, cursed with that name from his mother (may her soul rest in peace). Sigh. Bearing the blood of this prey animal known for running and procreating might be ignored if it was a secret. But no, everyone in town knows. Growing up any time he was overly startled he would POOF into a tiny rabbit and huddle run. It is a running joke, a well meaning one, at least, not the bullying kind, but still it burn his ears bright red each time (which is cute as a button so people keep doing it) Bunnit ignored all that and tried. He trained as much as possible with a sword, trying to make up for his size and lack of strength. Each and every year he went to the Call in hopes, which was futile but he kept at it since IT WAS ALL HE WANTED! Until he met her… oh all the gods in the heavens, he fell and fell hard. His dream became much simpler, more focused, and oddly attainable (which still flummoxes him to this day). Training was discarded for house husbandry, wood carving, a home, and two amazing daughters.
application:
1. Full Name:
Bunnit Twiddleton 2. Age: 30 3. Gender (strike through as appropriate): Male 4. Place of Birth: Breachill, house on the hill past that tree, you know 5. Current Residence and how to contact you (for payment purposes): Third house behind Quarter and Bits, the Twiddleton compound as some say 6. Faith (you may choose not to share this information): Erastil 7. Current employment (please state if not applicable): Husband, father, occasional wood carver when there is time 8. Details of your next of kin and how to contact them (in case of emergency - adventuring is dangerous): Valda Twiddleton, wife or Crink Twiddelton, uncle 9. How did you first hear about the Call for Heroes? Everyone who grew up here knows of the Call 10. Why should we select you to aid in our call? What are your greatest strengths? Perseverance, a will and desire to help 11. Tell us about a time when you made a mistake. What did you do to solve it? Little Lil getting lost last summer, you may remember frantic searching all over the town, only to discover she had shifted like I do, and was gleefully hiding in our very own house. Solving it? A long honest talk with a four year old. 12. What do you like to do outside of your official responsibilities? Family is not just a responsibility, but a life of joy and snuggles (until they become teenagers I hear). I like carving, and the occasional sword training with my wife. 13. Is there anything else you would like us to know before the Call for Heroes? If selected, I have sitters lined up. Bunnit Twiddleton
All rather impressive. Except… He is Bunnit Twiddleton and comes with a few flaws that worked against his desire for becoming a hero. First, he is the nephew of Crink, the cheesy owner of Quarter and Bits in a jaunty hat, which is hard to follow behind if you are trying to be taken seriously. Second the Twiddleton’s are halflings, not known for their warrior blood and Short. Bunnit unfortunately is even shorter than your average halfling. So that aforementioned Ruffian might not see him at all, and if he did, he might be taken for a child with a play sword.
Bunnit ignored all that and tried. He trained as much as possible with a sword, trying to make up for his size and lack of strength. Each and every year he went to the Call in hopes, which was futile but he kept at it since IT WAS ALL HE WANTED! Until he met her… oh all the gods in the heavens, he fell and fell hard. His dream became much simpler, more focused, and oddly attainable (which still flummoxes him to this day). Training was discarded for house husbandry, wood carving, a home, and two amazing daughters.
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