Ductile MacCross

[Sigurd]

Name: Ductile 'Dead-Eye' MacCross
Gender: Male
Age: 29 years old
Species: Hare
Occupation: Colour Sergeant in the Long Patrol.

Physical Appearance:
Cross is a thin hare, like most. Lankier than buff. His fur is jet black, with a dark brown left eye, which is hard to see through the black fur. No ones ever seen his right eye, but it can be assumed it too is brown. Silver scars run across his face and paws. He's of average height. His face has been busted enough times to indicate that he's a boxer.

He dons a red Long Patrol uniform, at most times. His paws have white tape wrapped around them, an obvious sign of his boxing. He wears an eyepatch over his right eye.

Possessions:
Besides his standard issue Long Patrol supplies and uniforms, the few possessions he possesses are his eyepatch, roll of white tape, a small backpack, and a dirk. His dirk is a light weapon, very balanced. He also carries a small cask.

Personality:
First off, he's a hare. That means traits such as glutton, pig, quirky sense of humor, and such things are part of him. But, he's also half-Northerner, on his father's side, which means that battle, and bloodlust are also part of his nature.

MacCross is as good as a guy as any. He enjoys company as any, and is quick to tell a joke. He carries somewhat of a Northerner accent, having grown up in the Borderland. But, he can also be broody, depressed, go into flashbacks of his past experiences. Many times, he has turned to alcohol to mend his problems. In more recent years, he's used boxing to relieve stress, but is still known to open a bottle from time to time.

Strengths:
-He's a skilled boxer.
-He's physically adept.
-He has a deep voice. A lovely singer.

Weaknesses:
-He's emotionally damaged from an experience in his past, something he doesn't like to talk about.
-He is an alcoholic, to an extent, including during battles, sometimes.
-He wears an eyepatch, so that limits his vision.

History:
Ductile was born to Ereba Ductile MacCross, a Long Patrol scout, and Refter MacCross, a hare warlord in the North. MacCross lead a small clan near the borders, and met Ereba when she and her patrol were ambushed by pirates one day. The majority of the squad was slaughtered, besides Sergeant Onetree, Private Buffo, Corporal Eridas, and Lance Corporal Ductile.

MacCross's hares cared for injured Long Patrollers, and sent word down to Salamandstron for a retrieval squad. By the time, the platoon came up, it had been a year and a half, and Ereba and MacCross had fallen in love and married. Keep in mind, MacCross was fifteen years her elder, and a mad march hare warlord, or clan chieftain, and Ereba was a small Lance Corporal for the Long Patrol. Ereba left the service, and gave birth to their son a few years later. At an early age of seven, Ductile MacCross was taught to box by his father, and would participate in his first battle by age twelve, as a runner. Eventually, by the time Ductile reached sixteen, he went south and enlisted into the Long Patrol.

When he was in his early twenty, Lance Corporal MacCross was under the command of Lieutenant Swifty, patrolling the northern borders when they came. MacCross was able to escape to a village a few miles south, but was in a coma for three months. When he returned to Salamandstron, he wore an eyepatch, and refused to speak about the incident.

Eventually, by the time he became a sergeant, his mother passed away. After returning from her funeral, MacCross became known to drink excessively. He was suspended from the Long patrol for a weeks at one point. Eventually, he stopped the majority of his drinking, and was able to be promoted to Colour Sergeant, but is very unlikely he'll reach officer anytime soon.

The promotion to Colour Sergeant took time. He was forced to take all the crap patrols with the rookie officers, in some of the lousiest places. Once, the platoon leader led the platoon into painted ones. The platoon leader lost his life, along with the medic, but MacCross was able to save the rest of the squad. It wasn't some big hero moment, where he single handedly fought off all the painted ones, but as soon as he saw the medic go down, took charge and had the platoon haul their rear-ends out of there. He saw the platoon leader stumble, but never bothered to help him. If he did, he would've been speared, as a minute later, javelins shot through the hare.

A few months later, he was rewarded a a tiny medal and was promoted. He took many scouting missions, usually in the north. Nothing else significant really happened.

Relationships:
Refter MacCross- Father-Alive
Ereba MacCross- Dead

Other:
The event was purposefully not listed as no is to know about it. It's his personal demons, and will be expanded upon time, but will remain a mystery to most until then.

[Grath]

I'd like a little more expansion on how he became color sarge, and a little more detail on the more recent years.

[Sigurd]

Added on to it

[Grath]

Accepted.

Just update your siggie, yes? I archived Sigurd and Scront for you.