Redwall Abbey

Name: Gerald Willowworth
Race: Hare
Gender: Male
Role: Historian
Age: 83 seasons
History: One of the few surviving hares that remember the Sundering, he was a young Galloper when he left with the Captain to see how they would fare in the wilderness. He has kept careful record of what has happened since, and none of the groups history has been neglected.
Weapons: None, too old to fight.
Appearance: An old, wizened hare, grey fur, walks with a staff and is bent. Has a long beard that he leaves to do as it will.

Name: Harold Springpaw
Race: Hare
Gender: Male
Role: The leader of the group, but the Long Patrol ranks have been maintained so he is a Colonel.
Age: 42 seasons
History: The son of the Captain that started everything, he was given the task of building the Hares new home by his father while he lay on his deathbed. His father was killed by Flitcheye, this has hardened him. He is not as jovial as the other hares, and remains somewhat aloof, but he will defend his band or die trying.
Weapons: A master of the rapier, and a good shot with a sling, he has both of these weapons on his person at all times.
Appearance: A tall, strong hare, with two different eye colors, one blue, and one green, and whoever speaks to him feels that they only have part of his attention while the other part is in distant lands and times. He lost half of his left ear in the battle that cost his father his life.

Name: Brooke Featherpaw
Race: Hare
Gender: Female
Role: Galloper
Age: young adult
History: Born in Mossflower and has never been in a real fight.
Weapons: A spear her father gave her and her speed, which earned her the name Featherpaw
Other: She is a normal looking hare and wears a green tunic. She's always looking to prove herself But no big opportunity has ever really shown up.

Name: Sham Fleetfoot
Race: Hare
Gender: Male
Role: Scout / Fighter
Age: 19 seasons
History: Born in the wilderness, Sham has grown up fighting, surviving and running. His parents didn't make it. An ideal candidate for fighting and building. He's a promising young hare, likely to be a leader. Very energetic and cheerful
Weapons: Sham uses an old sword, passed down from his father. Also a wooden bow he made himself
Appearance: Young, Athletic, wears a sleeveless brown tunic and a bandana, tied around his head. He often ruffles the fur on his head, to make it appear that he has been running.

Name: Snips Truffler
Race: Mountain Hare
Gender: Male
Role: Leveret (Wannabe Galloper)
Age: Youth, about eleven.
Weapons: None, Non-combatant.

History: Snips doesn't have much of a history and knows nothing of his family. He was discovered by the Long Patrol as an infant buried in the ruins of his home. They took him with them, and Snips grew up with an adopted family.

Appearance: Skinny and unremarkable with patchy fur that grows white in the winter and brown in the summer. Snips' eyes are a cheerful green, and he has a cheeky air about him as if he's always up to something. He wears a worn tunic and a small cloak which had been tailored down to fit him. He usually goes bare pawed though he does occasionally wear wrappings around his footpaws.

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Name: Lord Huron Clearstream
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Male
Species: Otter
Personality: Jovial and goofy. Rarely does Huron grasp the severity of a situation, and is often rather melodramatic. Like many Otters, he is quite fond of spicy foods, and has perfected a number of recipes. He loves cooking, as well as music. He is never without his homemade instrument, an odd looking device that appears something like a guitar with cymbals attached. Huron has a lovely voice, and will often introduce himself as "Lord of the Bards, Huron Clearstream of Redwall Abbey", a self-given title.
Reason for volunteering: Inspiration. The sights of the journey could lend themselves to new songs and foods, Huron's biggest interests.
Appearance: Surprisingly thin, considering he eats like a Hare, and also rather tall. He wears a Lincoln Green vest, and always has a belt with a small dagger in it. The instrument is strapped to his back, along with a satchel containing everything he needs for cooking. He wears a cap made of the same material as his vest, with a red feather in it, which Huron obtained from a Robin whom he would often perform for.
Weapons: The aforementioned dagger, and in drastic circumstances, his instrument.
History: Born into a tribe of warrior Otters that lived to the East of Redwall, it quickly became apparent that Huron was not going to be following that path. From an early age, Huron displayed little interest in fighting, always preferring to talk and eat. However, he would cheerfully serenade the warriors as they went off to battle, though he would stay behind. Eventually rumors reached Huron's ears, telling of a glorious place with amazing food, and the Otter bard knew where his future was. Adopting the title of "Lord", he left his tribe, headed for Redwall Abbey.
Other: He had been at Redwall for 3 or 4 seasons before the adventure.

Name: Sarlamon (Sal) Bluehorn
Race: Hare
Gender: Female
Role: Gatherer
Age: 15 seasons?
History: Was born in Mosflower and the daughter to a warrior
Weapons: A small dagger and steel tipped arrows
Other: As the daughter of a warrior, she is always looking for adventure and  is braver than most of her friends

Name: Major Fallop Bladedancer Bushtail Ratdeath Costloff
Race: Hare
Gender: Male
Role: Fallop is one of the best warriors the hares have, and is second only to Harold.
Age: 63 seasons
History: Fallop was born just before the Sundering, and was briefly ingrained with Long Patrol ideals before he was whisked away from Salamandastron. Despite this brief portion of knowledge, Fallop still supports the Sundering, and has a strong sense of independence. He normally keeps a heavy head, but can lose his cool quite easily.
Weapons: A heavy Sabre and parrying dagger.
Appearance: Has thick, brown fur, with several gray streaks. Has a large, drooping mustache and a scar along one side of his face. Wears a blue, regimental tunic, one of his few possessions retained from the Fire Mountain.

Name: Midgo
Race: Weasel
Gender: Male
Role: Flitchaye Outcast
Age: 30 seasons
History: Midgo was once a clanbeast of the Flitchaye, but was cast out after he murdered several others in a fit of rage. Now, the weasel wanders through Mossflower picking on any others weaker than himself.
Weapons: A rusty axe.
Appearance: Even smaller than the usual Flitchaye, this is how Midgo got his name (He couldn't pronounce Midget). His fur is a yellowish-brown, flecked with many different paint dyes. He wears simple rags.

Name: Brussel Willower

Race: Brown Squirrel

Gender: Male

Role: Permanently modifying vermin anatomy... One pest at a time.

Age: 27

History: Brussel lived a fairly quiet life in a small village of squirrels. They tilled a clearing down below and grew a variety of edibles aside from that which grew naturally. Like most villages in the area, they had harvest festivals, and the like, inviting neighboring groups to join in on the activities. Brussel's village was just a short way North of Redwall, but still well buried in Mossflower wood. Every now and then he heard stories of small bands of Hares that would occasionally pass through the area and join them during holidays, but these stories were several years in the past. According to some travelers that had been through the area some time back, Salamandastron was their place of origin, and there had been some dispute over the leadership there.

     Brussel's family was small, consisting of his parents, himself, and his older sister. The two siblings loved messing with each other, but not as much as they loved one another. Small as this family was, they were happy in the simplicity. When he was about 16, during the last harvest of the season, a small group of vermin surprised the collectors as they were picking up after the most recently cut down row of produce. The rows all started near the forest fringe, which made sneaking up relatively easy. The vermin were foreign to the area, and desperate for food, so they jumped the gatherers assuming what they were carrying could be consumed. Most of the woodlanders huddled together as they turned to run, but Brussel's sister was alone. There was a single archer in the group, and he pegged her straight through the heart as her feet lifted to run. The basket she had been holding was quickly absconded with, as the rodents made their escape. Brussel was never quite the strongest, but he had always been the fastest, and he was gone before anybeast could tell him, "no." It wasn't too long until he spotted the escapees, and the murderer was in the back. Dropping out of the trees, he landed on the weasel before he had a chance to react, firmly planting the vermin's skull in the dirt. All of the others passed on without even checking, they all knew the dangers, and they were willing to sacrifice a companion if it meant they got to live.

     Brussel stood there, looking, watching, thinking... He didn't rage, he didn't weep. His anger was calm, and his grief internally agonizing. With clenched fists raised, the squirrel stared at them intently. These fists would henceforth be used to till kindness, sow love, and reap peace... Primarily by fertilizing the soil with corpses of those who would otherwise have wrought pain in the lives of the woodlanders. Without once returning, and even looking back, Brussel moved on. He possessed a wide knowledge of vegetation and the forest, upon these two things he lived while on the hunt. This hunt eventually crossed paths with those hares he'd only ever heard stories about, legends, fables, myths... Yet here they were. He knew they were the ones, it wasn't too hard to tell when they crossed paths by running down the same band of vermin. Ever since then he's stuck himself with them, learning their ways (especially when it comes to fisticuffs), and showing them the intricacies of the forest, nature's tell tale signs of, "eat me!" or, "don't walk here!" He's filled various roles for the hares as time has passed, and he's learned their story as well as their cause. His devotion to thinning vermin numbers has merged with a desire to see these hares of the Long Patrol to the next stage of their watch. For better or worse. 

Weapons: Primarily fights with bark-guarded feet and hands, having learned from personal experience, as well as the long patrol. He excels at debilitating opponents until he can land a crushing/life-ending blow, while avoiding or glancing off attacks using his speed, agility, and awareness to their fullest extent. Other than that, Brussel's been known to use less conventional methods to fight adversaries that posed unique challenges. Just in case, he does carry small throwing knives (gifts from the hares) which he's gotten quite accurate with. Even so, he prefers the more brutal up-close method, opting for the honesty of face-to-face combat as opposed to the way in which his dear sister's life was ended.

Appearance: His fur is medium-dark brown, resembling that of a dark oak. His eyes are a very vibrant lively yellow. He's of normal stature for most squirrel's with a brush slightly thinner than most. His tunic is patchy, consisting of dark forest green, and warm, medium brown. The guards he wears cover his entire forearms on the top (hands and fingers included), and both feet & shins on the exposed sides (left side of left leg, right side of right leg). They're made of mixed hard and soft barks, soft on top to absorb impacts (reducing reverberations), and hard on the bottom in the event he can't glance a blow (thankfully, that hasn't happened yet).

Name: Jesse Atirar (ah-ti-rahr)

Race: Mountain Hare

Gender: Female

Role: Long Patrol Phantom: Recon, Stealth, Fighter

Age: 24

History: Jesse might as well have been born a Patroler, effectively learning how to use a sling at the young age of five. Besides being a crack shot, she's learned how to disarm and use any weapon an opponent has back on themselves. Her family was loving, but disciplined. As a result, she's become a very respectful but honest hare. She grew after the sundering, but has faint memory of the mountain itself. This has lead to her questioning the decision of the elders, though she keeps this to herself. She's spent the vast majority of her years training and learning the ways of the Long Patrol.

       Jesse was accepted into the Patrol early (at the age of 16), due to her maturity, and terrifying mastery of the sling. She's been running with them since, seeking the advice of the older squad members, and doing her best to be mindful of her surroundings as well as the effect they have on her abilities. About 5 years later, she met Brussel, and actually fought him. This was before they realized they were on the same side, meaning they both fought with the intention to kill. The vermin were one thing, but Brussel was completely different from anybeast she'd ever fought before. He had no weapons, instead choosing to rush her head on with nothing more than his fists! Jesse was not prepared to deal the squirrel, a position she'd never been in before. She couldn't hit him because of his movements and the restrictions of the trees, and he had no weapon for her to turn back. It was only lying on the ground, pinned under his weight, and staring straight up at his clenched, bark-covered fist that she realized what else she would need to learn. and that Brussel wasn't actually a foe. After the entanglement was sorted out, and apologies were exchanged, Brussel was invited to join the Patrol eventually leading to a strong friendship between herself and her once adversary. She learned many things with and from Brussel, the most notable being the art of boxing Hares. The next 3 years proved to be a great leap in her learning, much of it from the squirrel, whom she gifted with throwing knives which were a common weapon for her other family members.

Weapons: Primarily her custom sling and the pouch of goodies she carries for said sling. Outside of that, she carries a slightly larger than normal Tomahawk, and her limbs.

Appearance: She's a wee bit taller than most hares (being a mountain hare), and is well-built and highly refined in body. Her fur is extremely patchy, consisting of primarily brown and gray, as well as some tan, and less black (most of the black being the back of her left ear, her right forearm, and some flaring on the left side of her body below her waist). Her eyes medium blue. She wears a dark, earthy green combat uniform (modified to also have a waterproof hood [with black curve stripes to match] and outer material) striped with black on the sides and sleeves to signify her role as a Phantom. Her pants match the black of the stripes, and the sash she wears over the chocolate brown belt is bloody scarlet. This sash seconds as a scarf or veil, while the belt features sling pouches on both sides as well as a rear-waist tomahawk sheath.

Other: She's a very pleasant beast to be around, considerate of the feelings and troubles of other beasts, but also fun-loving, and encouraging. Fiercely loyal, she guards her friendships and friends with full-hearted conviction and devotion. Her accent is also less notable, as well as a tad different, but that doesn't stop her from singing (she loves music). Her voice is gentle, and holds a contagious calm with a bit of humor always hiding behind one of the corners of her constant smile.

Name: Zurakh the Flayer.
Race: Badger.
Gender: Male.
Role: Leader of a small band of vermin.
Age: 30.
History: Will be revealed in the RP.
Weapons: A massive axe, and a bow.
Other: He leads a band of ten other vermin, who are veterans of conflict. He also has a young ferret as his helmet bearer. He also smells of rotten flesh, so it's rumoured he doesn't have skin on his face. He wears a ragged black mask, so no one knows.

Name: Swiftsky.
Race: Ferret.
Gender: Female.
Role: Zurakh's helmet bearer and adopted daughter.
Age: 10.
History: She was orphaned by a woodlander attack in her village when she was a baby. She was found by Zurakh and raised by him since.
Weapons: A rondel dagger.
Appearance: She wears a ragged green tunic, with a hawk sigil.
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Name: Lord Huron Clearstream
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Male
Species: Otter
Personality: Jovial and goofy. Rarely does Huron grasp the severity of a situation, and is often rather melodramatic. Like many Otters, he is quite fond of spicy foods, and has perfected a number of recipes. He loves cooking, as well as music. He is never without his homemade instrument, an odd looking device that appears something like a guitar with cymbals attached. Huron has a lovely voice, and will often introduce himself as "Lord of the Bards, Huron Clearstream of Redwall Abbey", a self-given title.
Reason for volunteering: Inspiration. The sights of the journey could lend themselves to new songs and foods, Huron's biggest interests.
Appearance: Surprisingly thin, considering he eats like a Hare, and also rather tall. He wears a Lincoln Green vest, and always has a belt with a small dagger in it. The instrument is strapped to his back, along with a satchel containing everything he needs for cooking. He wears a cap made of the same material as his vest, with a red feather in it, which Huron obtained from a Robin whom he would often perform for.
Weapons: The aforementioned dagger, and in drastic circumstances, his instrument.
History: Born into a tribe of warrior Otters that lived to the East of Redwall, it quickly became apparent that Huron was not going to be following that path. From an early age, Huron displayed little interest in fighting, always preferring to talk and eat. However, he would cheerfully serenade the warriors as they went off to battle, though he would stay behind. Eventually rumors reached Huron's ears, telling of a glorious place with amazing food, and the Otter bard knew where his future was. Adopting the title of "Lord", he left his tribe, headed for Redwall Abbey.
Other: He had been at Redwall for 3 or 4 seasons before the adventure.

Name: Snips Truffler
Race: Mountain Hare
Gender: Male
Role: Leveret (Wannabe Galloper)
Age: Youth, about eleven.
Weapons: None, Non-combatant.

History: Snips doesn't have much of a history and knows nothing of his family. He was discovered by the Long Patrol as an infant buried in the ruins of his home. They took him with them, and Snips grew up with an adopted family.

Appearance: Skinny and unremarkable with patchy fur that grows white in the winter and brown in the summer. Snips' eyes are a cheerful green, and he has a cheeky air about him as if he's always up to something. He wears a worn tunic and a small cloak which had been tailored down to fit him. He usually goes bare pawed though he does occasionally wear wrappings around his footpaws.

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