Raef - W.I.P.

[Wildrush Bronzeclaw]

Nicknames/Aliases: Shortsword, Warrermousey
Gender: Male
Age: 19 Seasons
Species: Dormouse
Occupation: Redwaller/Warrior

Physical Appearance:

General--
He has thick, slightl golden fur. However, it is mostly a dark oak brown, with small hazelnut flecks. His eyes are a light brown, with flecks of a darker shade throughout it. His teeth are slightly shorter than most, and he is slightly stocky in his build as well. His paws are a light pink color, with few appearing folds in the skin.


Attire--
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Possessions:

Shortswords: Two, balanced, shortswords. It is one-edged, with a sharp, needle point. The hilts are bound with brown leather, with no pommel stone. The guards are made of iron, with flat circles at the end.

Sling: He has a medium thick-sized sling from his left shoulder to right hip. One of his shortswords is thrust in it, at his middle back.

Tunic: He wears a thin threaded, simple homespun blue tunic. It also has golden dyed edges, which have begun to fray in areas.

Boots:He wears a pair of thick, brown leather boots. There soles are worn, yet still thick, to a degree. The laces are also slightly worn, and they reach up to slightly beneath his knees.

Belt:A thick bounded leather belt, with metal studs and a large, thread belt buckle, with a metal symbol of a sword sown into the middle.He also has one of his shortswords thrust into it, on his left side.

Personality:

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History/Background:

A small squeak was heard from an old hut in the flatlands, a baby mouse inside. It was hungry... It needed to be fed.... The only problem was.... Vermin had visited the hoouse three days ago. His Parents corpses were still lying on the floor, and the baby started to cry. Its tiny paws reaching upward for something, anything. Then a pair of larger hands picked him up, into the face of short creature. It then spoke excitedly, its voice high pitched and surprised. "Comma quickynow, I findfind squijee!" Several other of these beasts crowded around, squeaking exceitedly. Then a larger one, with mace in hand, shoved his way through. This one had a slightly deeeper, and gruffer voice, yet it was still high pitched. "Squijee's parentmice killkilled by badbeasts. Tuurreeo andme helpa raisey squijee, yesyes?"

The others fell quiet. They knew not to mess with the pygmy Shrew Chieftchain's anger.

Relationships:

• Laaaraar - Pygmy Shrew Cheiftchain - 58 Seasons; Dad
  
• Tuurreeo - Pygmy Shrew Chieftchain's Wife - 54 Seasons; Mom
  
• Unknown - Dormouse - 24 Seasons; Father
  
• Unknown - Fieldmouse - 23 Seasons; Mother

Other

Slight Pygmy shrew accent. This may be an under-exaggeration.