Meep - Complete

Player Information

Player Alias: Lazulel

Player Age: 9855 days! (That’s 27 years ;P )

Player Gender: Female

Player Contact: Email is preferred: [e-mail] I know, weird. I made it when I was 16, shush.

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Character Information

Name: Meep

Age: 3

Gender: Male

Species: American Pine Marten



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Physical Description: Meep is your average american pine marten, standing at 24 inches tall and coming in at three pounds when he’s feeling fat. His most noticeable feature is that his face is mostly white, and he’ll often call himself “Ghostface” for giggles. The rest of him is reddish with some accents of ash. His eyes are the typical beady black of the weasel.


Personality: Meep is a hyperactive slinky on crack. So much so that many animals can't tolerate him for long periods of time and either try to eat him or leave… if they can get away fast enough. He usually perceives this as a game which infuriates his temporary companion even more.

If you somehow can keep your nerves around this creature, he’s a generally jolly good fellow. He will make a joke at every chance he can get, even at his own expense. He will go out of his way assist another, though his energy may do more harm than good in the end. He’s not afraid to invade others’ personal spaces.

Winter is a more agreeable time for most to encounter Meep. Due to the cold, he is less active and brings him down a few pegs when it comes to being able to endure his presence. It doesn’t mean he won’t try, however.


History: Meep’s history is really rather boring. He was born, raised, and then outcast because he was too much of a weasel, even for his family. He was taught how to hunt and survive, but his social skills are very lacking (Manners? What are those?). He doesn’t appear to have a fear of death. There was one endeavor where his sister witnessed him challenge himself to see how long he could remain in a moose’s antlers. The answer is until he got hungry and fled into a tree.

Meep has traveled wherever the trees spread their roots. Feeling most comfortable in them, they are his main mode of transportation and thus has mapped his own way from the Pine Marshes over to the Shadow Wood. He comes down only to hunt or take shelter if necessary. To occupy his life, often Meep will travel from one end of the Ironvale just seeing what games he can play with others (or on others).



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~Sample RP Post (From Years Ago)~

Without realizing, his eyes had been darting around in front of him while his thoughts ran rampant with what to do. At the end of them, he heaved a sigh. “I will be honest with you, miss,” so far he felt he could trust her, and it was with this trust he made his decision, “Our King is currently lamenting. He may not notice that you are here, despite this being a location that the Clan frequents.” A pause, allowing this information to sink in. “However,” his form became stark, “I cannot, on my honor, leave you by your lonesome here.” The ebony canine’s expression was dour, eyes dark. “If the Wildlings find you, they will not take no for an answer. And, I assure you, your freedom will no longer be yours.” A memory flashed in his mind of a kidnapping, one he was not able to prevent.