Kington

[Nassu]

Name: Kington
Nicknames/Aliases: King
Gender: Male
Age: 29 Seasons/Years
Species: Squirrel
Occupation:Scout/Warrrior

Physical Appearance:

General-- Kington is fairly short and squat as far as squirrels go. He has brownish fur that he dyes patches of green into. He has a long face which makes him seem sad most of the time. He has a scar running down his left eye from a old wound. He is very agile despite his squat natrure.


Attire-- He is usually clad in a green and brown patched jerkin with a weathered grey traveling cloak that doubles as a bed in a pinch. He has a short sword buckled on his right side as he is left handed. The only ornamentation he wears is a wooden paw bracelet with a family of squirrels engraved on it.

Possessions:

Short short named rat cleaver; Haversack that is usually empty; Pawring with squirrel family engraved on it. Fur dyes and other disquise equipment.

Personality:

Kington is a very serious squirrel. He takes his job of protecting travellers serious. He doesn't take chances and rarely jokes. He speaks little but listens a lot. He loves to travel and live off the land. He can't stand being in one place for very long. He doesn't trust easily, but once he does he is loyal for life. He can't stand injustice and will fight for the rights of any creature even a vermin's justice. He holds himself and those around him to a rigorous moral code. He will say something if someone breaks that code.

Strengths:

climbing obviously; disguises which comes in handy in the treetops.

Weaknesses:

Cooking, he has almost starved to death several times; Stubborness, he believes that he can handle anything, and will not accept help at all. He usually thinks he is right, but sometimes he is mistaken.

History/Background:

Kington was born into a family of Gypsy squirrels. They would move from one camp to the next, usually following the seasons. He loved that life and knew he wanted to protect creatures like his family. His father trained him in the art of disguise and geurrilla warfare from an early age. His mother taught him right from wrong when he was young as well. As he got older things grew heated with his father, because Kington caught his father with another squirrel lady in the tribe. When Kington confronted his father about it his father banished him. He was dismayed, and wandered around in dispair, but stumbled into Mossflower woods. He decided that he would make this his home of sorts. He vowed to protect all creatures who come with a good heart.

Relationships:None so far

Other

Left Handed,

[Wildrun]

I like him. Accepted.