User:WildloughRhulain

Wildlough "Rhulain" Sprayrudder
My name is Wildlough "Rhulain" Sprayrudder. I'm a female otter, a daughter of both the Wildlough and Sprayrudder clans, so they gave me both names.

I go by many nicknames. My main nicknames are "Wild" and "Wildy", but my enemies call me "Bloodeyes Rhulain, Terror of Vermin."

Battlecries: 1: BLOOOOOOOODEYYYYYYYYYEEEES!

2: Ee aye eeeh! (Battlecry of the Green Isle otterclans )

Eye color: Blue when calm, blood red in the midst of battle.

Fur color: Mahogany brown, except for my head and neck, which are a lighter brown in color, almost sandy-brown, and a strange auburn birthmark on tip of rudder.

Medical History: Affliction: Bloodwrath. Condition: RUN! I suffer from it, but I've learned to do somethin' less than a pawful of beasts can: halt it and keep myself from killin' when I have to; sometimes in mid-action. It's saved my matey's lives more than once. An old mate I knew, a jackal named Sharan Varak, spent three years in a row with me, teaching me the control necessary. He taught himself how to halt Bloodwrath like this.

Oddities and/or clan history:

My Mum, a Mossflower otter named Kyrian Wildlough, was related by blood to the High Rhulain Tiria Wildlough, she was her fourth great-granddaughter. She and my Da, a seadog named Tobin Mossguard Sprayrudder, told me stories when I was only a kitt about Green Isle, about how after the Rhulain was called by Minasel (the otter angel of death) and crossed the Great Sea (an ancient otter term for death, the term's almost unknown now except to some otters) in her old age, they gave me her name and title to honor her and keep her memory alive.

Kyrian suffered from Bloodwrath, too.

My elder brother was killed by wildcats in front of my eyes. The last thing he said to me before he passed was "I love you! I always will. . .Avenge me, Wild. . . " I've developed a personal vendetta against wildcats because of this, even seeing a wildcat gets me angry enough to kill. I hate the scum.

My Da always taught me, "never have only one weapon on you."

Primary weapons:

AK-108 Kalashnikov assault rifle

Heavy sling and two pouches of stones. One's heavy, round river pebbles, the second pouch is sharp obsidian chips

Corriam Wildlough's lance. The javelin was repaired and passed down to me through the family.

Yew longbow; green-and-silver-fletched ashwood shafts with broadhead tips. The feathers were shed and given willingly by two mateys o'mine: the silver by a falcon, the green by a kingfisher.

A silver handled dirk taken from a rat I killed in defense of a family of rabbits. Primarily, it serves me as a cutting knife, but, in a pinch, it'll work.