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[senri]

Name:
Senri Kaede
Nicknames/Aliases:
None
Gender:
Male
Age:
19
Species:
Red (Platinum) Fox x Arctic Fox
Occupation:
Former soldier; wanderer

Physical Appearance:

[General]&&--
A stormy eye often hidden by its lid dominates the front of the fox's face; when open, however, it is nearly impossible to read. It takes a while of staring into the canine's eye for one to realize that there are, indeed, no emotions within it, only a blank emptiness defying any attempt to pierce them, flat and gray like the clouds it is are so eerily similar to. Someone who has known the fox for a while may be able to read the brief flash of sadness that passes through the single eye while reading from the book he constantly carries at night, while anyone would be able to read the savage anger that any ill treatment of others spurs.

Almost every individual hair on the fox's ears is its own unique shade, the tips a delicate charcoal that gradually fades into the same cloudy gray as the canine's eyes at their bases. The insides of the ears are rimmed with the same charcoal as the tips, fading past stormy this time and into a light, almost blue-gray-silver before vanishing deeper into the ears, leaving behind a vague whisper of snowy white. Almost in glaring contrast, the fox's muzzle is consumed in snow, white fire that licks its way up the canine's nose to in between the triangles of his ears. Ink and cloud consume the rest of the fox's face, creeping halfway along his cheekbones before surrendering once more to the soft sugar-snow white that is also layered thickly around the canine's neck and throat.

Although the white on the fox's back quickly surrenders control to another onslaught of grey and silver, the sugar-snow layered around his throat spills down and onto his chest and stomach in a waterfall of ivory, consuming the undersides of his arms and the majority of his tail and legs. A thin stripe of black threads weave their way down the canine's spine and tail, ending at its very tip; the rest of his fur is a combination of gray, silver, and black, very haphazardly spread along his hind legs and tail.

The fox never appears terribly intimidating - or even that confident of himself. He usually walks hunched over as though attempting to attract as little attention as possible, unlike others of his kind, so sure in their abilities to kill and slaughter that they want everyone to notice them. His missing left eye, stitched shut with some thin black material, only serves to accentuate his weak appearence; at least, when the black cloth serving as his eyepatch is off. Any woodlander or vermin possessing even a small amount of concentration skills would be able to notice that the fox means no harm, that even the smallest movement of paw or weapon towards him causes him to flinch as if he's afraid to be hit.

Tattoos encircle both of the fox's arms, thin lines of black ink consuming the parts of his skin where the fur has been shaved off. It's not by choice that the dark lines are imprinted permanently into the canine's skin; instead, they're a mark of slavery, designed to announce who their bearer belongs to. The tattoos are in the shape of a wolverine paw, a rough-edged diamond bearing five triangles arranged about its outline, trailing tendrils of inky black smoke that curl themselves into intricate patterns around the thicker part of the fox's arm. The design may appear pretty to the untrained eye, but it's really a mark of something sinister. The fox's impaired memory doesn't allow him to remember where the marks have come from, and as a result the canine may stare at them for hours at a time - some may think this is because the he wonders where they're from, but in reality, it's only because the he likes the shape of the markings, and without knowing their origins, he thinks them quite interesting.

Attire--
A dark black strip of cloth is expertly positioned to cover the fox's left eye and wrap around the back of his head, the ends of which are tied together in a knot and decorated with turquoise beads. The patch disguises the canine's missing eye and the thin stitches sewing the lids together. His body and the upper part of his legs are covered in a strange sort of clothing made out of fiber - a poncho - which despite its name isn't actually rainproof. The edges of the cloth are cut every few centimeters to resemble grass blades, and the poncho itself is a light beige-brown color while the fringes are charcoal black, as though they have been burned. A scarf is fastened around the fox's neck, emblazoned with the same black mark that is tattooed on his arms. The fox wields a iron falchion at his hip along with a small steel dagger in a sheath next to it.

Possessions:

• Black eyepatch
  
• Gray scarf with marking
  
• Iron falchion
  
• Steel dagger
  
• Cloth poncho
  
• Book
  

Personality:

For the most part, anyone who took even a slight amount of time to examine or chat with Senri would realize that he's not your average fox. He bears none of the arrogance or hostility of your average vermin, and his temper is only short when he or one of his friends is being threatened. The falchion at his side has barely ever seen any battle, as a matter of fact. For the most part, he's quiet and easy to get along with - although this might just be because of his memory problems; he can't remember who he's met unless he places a memento of them in the book he constantly carries around.

Hostility even serves to scare the fox, when he's on his own and with nobody he knows close by; he'll cower down and attempt to avoid a blow. Although his memory is bad enough that he barely ever remembers anyone who considers him a friend or even an acquaintance, the sight of them being threatened or attacked causes him to get angry. Not because of any awareness, but because this instinct is one of the only things he has left. And Senri isn't a fighting beserker when he gets mad; he has some skill as a tactician after he's initially hit, and can strike almost as quickly as a snake, although he doesn't know enough to poison any of his weapons, and probably wouldn't poison them if he did. This being said, he does have a good deal of skill with the usage of plants and herbs - which ones to eat, which ones are deadly, and which ones can heal. As such, he mainly bases his meals around the plants existing in Mossflower, and the occasional mushroom; for the most part, it's safe to eat whatever Senri offers you, unless you've harmed him in some way that he can actually remember.

At first, when he meets someone he's never seen before, Senri will react with indifference. He rarely ever speaks - and then, when he does, it's usually to offer his name - so some of the vermin he stumbles upon quickly grow irritated and, by consequence, violent, when confronted with such a clearly mute (or close enough) creature. Then again, woodlanders do seem to take offense with his species, so wherever he goes he's usually attacked. Even after such actions, though, he remains neutral; at least until his foe has turned their back, at which point his falchion can be put to deadly use. On the infrequent occasion where he does make a friend, Senri never actually follows them, showing their 'friendship' by picking a flower and placing it in his book before moving on to his next encounter.

In Senri's eyes, children aren't anything special either, simply younger versions of their parents, so this is how he judges them - or would, if he actually cared enough to do so. Instead, any attempts made by dibbuns to play or talk to him will be met by him walking away, and he may become hostile if they follow him for too long, simply because he doesn't want to be annoyed. And kids are annoying, because (if it's possible) they are even worse at grasping the fact that he can't talk and would prefer to be left alone. His mind has been able to register enough of his travels to know that Redwall is best left alone for this reason; not because he's a fox and there are hoardes of s p o o n (whatwhyisthiscensored)-wielding woodlanders who have somehow managed to crush whole armies standing behind the gate.

Senri's book is his most precious possession. If the book happens to become lost, he'll drop everything and search for it until he finds it. If someone steals it, however, they can forget about being met on neutral ground; Senri will try to rip them apart, attacking with his claws, teeth, and falchion, until the book is given back to him, at which point he will instantly become calm again and move away as if nothing had happened. Any unwary traveler unlucky enough to pick up Senri's book will not even be considered innocent, even if they quite clearly mean him no harm. He's also, to a lesser extent, protective of his black eyepatch, given to him by his mother along with the book, although he won't attack in an attempt to get it back; he'll follow the creature who has it around for a bit, and if it isn't given back he may become violent.

After going into one of his rage spells, and then coming out of it, his mental state will be or seem worse then before. He'll forget a lot of the things he's just experienced, will forget anyone he considers a friend or a foe. In fact, he's more or less forgotten his entire family and the wolverine who once held him captive; the only thing he has to remember them by are plants pressed in his book, and he'll have to look through them to restart his memory - even then, he may not remember them completely. If you've been around Senri for a while, there's a better chance he'll remember you. In addition, anything traumatic, such as the death of someone he regards as a friend, will cause his mind to get worse as well.

Strengths:

• Plants;; If there is one thing Senri's good at, it's identifying plants. That's one of the things his memory loss hasn't affected, and while wandering Senri will occasionally pick plants, examine them for a moment, and either drop them back on the ground or eat them. If he eats them, you can assume they're safe. If he drops them, they're probably poisonous, and if anyone shows interest in this behaviour he will attempt to teach them about gathering plants. Unfortunately, he can't speak that well or enough to explain anything, so the whole idea pretty much amounts to nothing. If he's fought with someone, he's liable to find a poisonous plant and offer them said plant, but otherwise you're safe.
  
• Power;; While Senri is less than accurate when it comes to attacking in fights, he's got a lot of strength to spare which is what makes his little attacks of anger all the more potent. He's just as vulnerable to wounds as the next creature; the difference is he's quick enough and merciless enough to slaughter most of the things that get close to him before they can really move, but on a packed battlefield it's hard not to hit someone when you swing your paw, and with his career as a soldier over it doesn't really take much to outsmart him when it comes to the matter of fighting, because brains can outdo brawns most of the time.
  

Weaknesses:

• Rage;; Senri's unfortunate little habit of going insane when a friend or family member is threatened / his book is stolen is more of a handicap for him then anything else. Unless someone is there to snap him out of it, he will attack even the people he knows, though he goes for his enemies first, and on infrequent occasions the death of a foe is enough to calm him down. If he is injured in the process of one of his insane attacks, then he may snap out of it, or simply become a little more cautious on the subject of fighting. Luckily, it's not that hard to avoid being the target of one of these berserker attacks; just don't do anything to irritate him. Almost nothing irritates Senri.
  
• Memory;; Ever since he killed his brother, Senri's mental state has...ceased to exist, frankly. He barely remembers anything, barely even manages to remember his family and the time spent in the Land of Ice and Snow. The only remnants of them he has is the book and eyepatch from his mother; enough to keep a vague memory of them contained in his mind. However, people he only briefly meets are forgotten quite easily, especially after he's gone into one of his berserker rage attacks / witnessed something traumatic, such as the death of a friend. Some short-tempered creatures might easily get upset that Senri can seemingly only say his own name; sometimes, however, he manages to get out a complete sentence.
  
• Mute;; Since Husky's attack on him when he was young, Senri hasn't really been able to speak past a few words at a time, and he's lucky if he can even get those out -- not that he speaks much anyway. This, of course, can have a nasty tendency to cause misunderstandings with other creatures, but the obvious problem with this is that he can't talk and has no reliable way of communicating beyond the occasional growl or baring of teeth. Even before he lost his voice, however, Senri was never really one for speaking and even now he prefers to be left alone and to leave others alone as well.
  
• Half-blind;; As a result of his first meeting with Braxt, one of Senri's eyes has been clawed and rendered useless, and for whatever reason Senri prefers to hide this particular disability with a strip of black fabric. There are a fair share of disadvantages to go along with such an injury, the most obvious of which is that he can't see out of his left eye and any movement coming from his left side will be completely missed from his point of view. It also leaves a lot to be desired when it comes to fighting; with his perception altered by loss of one eye, Senri is just as likely to hit the space next to him than an enemy when attacking, which was all well and good in the days he worked as a soldier but is a problem going one-on-one.
  

History/Background:

(first, please excuse the strange point of view this was written in. my writing skills have improved since doing this but i don't really feel the need to go and rephrase what i've written; please use the recap at the bottom of the page for that. i'll probably give this a good edit in the future. thanks!)

Like most stories, this one begins rather humbly. Senri was the second born to a pair of foxes, red and white, residents of the Land of Ice and Snow, who existed in a small log cabin far from the ruling warlord of the lands. His birth was not very eventful – his mother lived through it, as did his two siblings Husky and Miya, and their thick coats ensured that they would not fall victim to the cold very easily. In short, they existed happily for the first fifteen years of Senri’s life.

Their father, a big red fox who they all came to know as Brutus, no matter how many times he insisted they call him Dad, had once been a part of the warlord’s army. The three siblings were brought up listening to tales of the oversized monsters that ruled over the cold, forsaken Land of Ice and Snow; dark-furred, shaggy creatures called wolverines, possessing bloodlust and untold strength, who consumed the bodies of their dead foes and defeated all who dared to stand in their way. Husky was always the most interested in these stories, vowing that one day he would become the ruler of the land, undeterred by his father’s warnings that only wolverines could rule and that challengers of any other species would be eaten alive.

Senri, however, joined his younger sister in avoiding the practice fights between Husky and Brutus, which usually involved large, thick sticks of wood and bruises, chipped teeth, and even broken bones, and learned his skills from his mother, Sludge. The arctic fox was experienced in gathering plants, finding herbs and plants under the thick layers of snow and ice, and Miya and Senri helped her with these tasks while Husky and Brutus hunted snow birds with bows and occasionally swords. In the evenings, there was usually plenty to go around, especially as Husky’s skill with the bow grew; their meals were usually made of ptarmigan and plants, steamed or cooked, not to mention the rare snow owl that the duo managed to bring down with arrow and sword.

All was not well, however; from the beginning, Husky had ridiculed his younger brother, laughing at his preference for easy work while he brought home the food and learned how to fight., although Senri had mostly ignored him. After a particularly harsh jab at him, however, Senri was goaded into a response – mostly because Brutus wasn’t there to defend Husky – and his older brother challenged him to a duel to prove who was stronger. The match barely lasted five minutes, and in the end Senri was left with a broken tail and several bruises. In addition to this, a well placed swing from Husky had impacted his throat. Unable to get up, he simply lay in the snow, freezing, until his parents and sister finally got home with their catches and found him half-dead in the snow, saved by his thick fur coat.

Their resultant questioning was all in vain, however; the hit to the throat he had taken had obviously done some damage to his vocal cords, and Senri couldn’t defend himself against Husky’s words. His older brother asserted that Senri had viciously attacked him while he was out shooting at targets, and he’d only acted in self-defense. Sludge remained on Senri’s side, replying that if it wasn’t true Senri couldn’t say anything against a potential lie, while Brutus announced that he’d told Husky never to attack unless it was in self-defense. Eventually, Brutus won the argument, and Senri was left with Sludge and Miya.

Even with this false accusation on his shoulders, Senri continued following his mother and sister out every day to collect plants, and in an attempt to take his mind off what had happened Sludge concentrated on teaching him everything about herbs and plants; which ones were poisonous, which ones could heal wounds, which ones made a good salad. Senri committed this all to memory, and one night, angered with Husky’s constant taunts, secretly added a bit of a potentially-deadly plant to his older brother’s meal. Unfortunately, while he was good with identifying poisonous plants, he wasn’t good with figuring how much of the poison it took to kill someone, and only succeeded in making Husky quite ill. Somehow, the blame didn’t fall on him for once, as everyone figured Husky had eaten something he shouldn’t have outside or had caught an illness from being in the cold constantly; nobody suspected that the true cause of Husky’s near-demise was gathering the plants for their dinner.

A few days after Husky’s recovery, the family was sitting down to eat when there was a knock on the door. When Brutus went to answer it, it was revealed to be a trio of white ermine, who immediately announced that the warlord Braxt’s army was in need of recruits and, as such, every male at or over the age of fifteen would need to join, or be killed. Ever protective of his children – even the ones he didn’t like – Brutus’s response was to threaten the creatures with his falchion, telling them that if they got anywhere near his kids he would skin them alive and feed them to the fish. Realizing they were outnumbered by the sudden wave of four other foxes that appeared in the doorway, two of them began to back up – the other, however, drew his sword. Before Brutus could attack in retaliation, Senri had cleared the doorway and the ermine was on his back in the snow, his weapon lying feet away from him, with Senri’s teeth buried in his neck and the fox’s claws scraping through his fur, staining the white crimson and tearing skin and flesh. With the whole family staring blankly at the once-timid fox as a swift clip of his jaws tore the unfortunate ermine’s throat out, Brutus was the only one capable of movement, screaming Senri’s name before moving forwards and pulling his son off of the dead body as the other two ermine ran for it. Unhappy to be cheated of his prey, Senri gave an angry snarl, struggling to free himself and follow the fleeing creatures, but Brutus held him back. When Senri turned in an attempt to sink his teeth into his father’s hand, the falchion was whipped down, colliding with Senri’s skull and sending him into unconsciousness.

When Senri finally woke, a trip outside confirmed the entire story. The ermine was still lying there on the ground, surrounded by oily red snow, with a huge chunk of its throat missing. When Brutus revealed that Senri had tried to attack him as well, it was the turning point for the fox. Believing that he would kill anyone in his path, given the correct motivation, and that Husky was therefore at risk, Senri snuck out of the house during the night and fled, taking with him his father’s falchion. The fox wasn’t exactly sure where he was headed, although he ended up traveling along the coast, nearly falling into the frigid ocean waters below about three times to be saved by using the falchion as a sort of ice pick. Before long, he was met with an odd sight – a moderately sized army marching across the glaciers making up the Land of Ice and Snow. Interested to see where they were going, Senri tagged along, staying well behind the back of the army. As the sun began to slowly creep above the horizon, the fox crested a hill and found himself at the army’s destination – his house.

The log cabin had been consumed by flames and smoke, surrounded by the army of white ermine and foxes. Senri glanced around to see if any of his family were there, or if they’d all escaped unharmed. His eyes landed on Miya, forced to the ground by a small group of ermine who were prodding her with spears and swords as blood ran from the numerous cuts scarring her body. Nearby, about ten foxes were surrounding Husky, who had been tied to the trunk of a pine tree. However, by this point, he was beyond seeing this – the anger had taken him again, and he was tearing towards Miya’s captors with teeth bared. This time, however, he had the falchion in one of his paws, and in short the ermine, who’d just turned around to see a crazy fox running at them, had no chance unless help arrived.

The falchion flashed through the air, cutting down the ermine brave – or foolhardy – enough to draw their weapons. Hot blood poured onto the snow as the blade lifted and chopped down again, as his other paw flashed out to knock fleeing ermine to the ground so that the blade could make short work of them. Miya watched in a sort of stunned horror as her brother completely destroyed her former captors. The army had obviously been warned about Senri by the ermine escapees, however, because as the last vermin fell to the fox’s blade, the entire army had assembled around him. Including Husky, who had several spears pointed at him and was holding a sword – one Senri recognized as Brutus’s hunting bow. Undaunted by the odds in favor of his enemy, Senri snarled angrily, glancing around to register just who exactly was surrounding him; about fifty assorted weasels and foxes, and of course his brother.

Husky opened his mouth to speak, but Senri was having nothing of it; before his older brother could react, he was bowled backwards. Senri didn’t register that this was his brother, if this was friend or foe – all that mattered was getting rid of all the vermin, although a small voice in the back of his mind reminded him that he had to protect his sister too. Driven on by this impulse, Senri’s jaws parted, driving straight towards Husky’s neck and fastening themselves deep in the skin, fur, and flesh. Anything Husky said in response to this went unheard as Senri jerked his head backwards, separating his older brother’s throat from his neck and sending up a spray of dark blood before he crawled backwards and lifted himself back to his feet, teeth still bared in a snarl.

There was a collective intake of breath from the vermin as they parted to allow a huge, shaggy black and brown form between their ranks. Once more ignoring the fact that he could be killed at any moment, Senri gave the stranger a growl, unafraid of the massive difference between their sizes, the falchion still gripped tightly in one paw. As the wolverine proceeded to ignore this, taking another almost ground-shaking step towards him, Senri shot forwards, swinging the falchion wildly. Instead of him landing on his target, however, the wolverine lifted a paw and caught him on the face, one sharpened claw puncturing the fox’s left eye as he did so. With a scream of pain, Senri was sent crashing to the ground feet from his sister, still curled up uselessly on the ground. The force of the blow was enough to knock the anger out of his head, and his single eye landed almost immediately on the prone form of his older brother as he ignored the still-advancing wolverine.

Almost immediately, everything came flooding back to Senri, all the events of the past few minutes came rushing back to his head, and his single remaining eye widened. His jaws opened, but no sound came forth, stunned realization hitting him in the same second as the wolverine, holding the falchion Senri had dropped after being flung backwards, brought the weapon’s hilt down on the fox’s skull. There was a split second of pain, a bright flash of light behind his eyes, and then the welcoming embrace of darkness.

When Senri woke up, it was to a searing pain in both head and his left arm. The room he was locked in was completely dark, and the only sound the dripping of water to the floor of his prison and the quiet murmur of voices outside his cell. He was quite clearly chained to the wall – he couldn’t move his arms, and when he tried to he heard the clink of what he presumed to be the heavy iron chains binding him. A confused Senri had no idea why he was stuck to the wall, however; his last memory was of following an army across the snowy plains. Perhaps they’d turned back and caught him; but he should have been able to remember such an action. Before he could ponder this for long, however, the door to his cell was thrown open, and five ermine stepped in, along with a bright glow of light from the torches lining the hallway.

As his single eye blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust, the ermine lifted up the two poles he was chained to and marched him out of the room. The bright light served to annoy the already irritable Senri even more, and as he turned his head from side to side in an attempt to avoid the harsh glare of the torch light, his single-eyed gaze landed on his still stinging arm. There was a strange pattern decorating it; a diamond tipped with four triangles, with equally dark lines curling off of it like smoke. Oddly interested with this, Senri fixed his eye on it, attempting to figure out what it meant as he was carried up stairs and through hallways, eventually arriving in a large, brightly decorated room. At a nod from the wolverine on the nearby throne, the ermine cautiously untied Senri, and dumped him on the floor. The fox struggled to his feet, blankly glancing about and noticing he was wearing a strange cloth with the same pattern as his arm.

Senri continued staring with mild interest at his arm and new clothing as the wolverine motioned towards a team of four foxes in the doorway. They stepped forwards, dragging with them a wriggling, oddly bright red fox; Senri turned around at this interruption, studying Miya with a vague hint of recognition. And, as one of the foxes prodded Senri’s sister with a spear, anger sprung back into his mind and Senri dove forwards, snarling and growling as he leapt on the closest fox. His jaws closed around its arm – the closest part of the other’s body to him – but just before he bit down to cause some real damage the other foxes leapt on him, using the hilts of their swords to beat him backwards and away from their stricken comrade. As Senri backed up, ears pressed against his skull and single eye darting back and forth, the wolverine spoke, giving Senri two options; join his army or die.

With his berserker rage pulling his reason farther into the recesses of his mind, Senri’s attention turned from the wolverine to the team of foxes and he lunged forwards with an angry half-roar, half-scream. This time, his attack was close enough to his mark; he bit down on the already-injured fox’s muzzle, crushing its nasal cavity and therefore drowning it in its own blood. The paws of the other foxes grasped his arms and legs, and they dragged the snapping, snarling Senri to the ground, pressing him against the dirt and using a couple of ropes to secure his arms and legs. Even if Senri’d been able to fully understand Braxt’s words, he probably would have attacked anyways. For now, the wolverine gave him the benefit of the doubt, ordering his remaining foxes and ermine to drag Miya into the center of the room.

Senri was forced to watch as one of the foxes, who the wolverine addressed as Slate, murdered his sister with a quick stab of his sword. This did nothing to calm his anger, and after Slate had withdrawn the blade and was walking by where Senri lay and smiling at him, Senri managed to lunge forward and get his teeth around the other fox's ankle. Things went quickly after that; Slate tripped and stabbed himself on his own sword, which only made it easier for Senri to get his teeth into the other's neck. Before he could do much more then taste the blood, however, the hilt of a sword knocked him into unconciousness.

For two years, Senri remained a soldier of Braxt's army, albeit an unwilling one. The wolverine was intelligent enough to plan fights so that the only beasts around Senri would either be disposable or from the other army, and it was in this way they won several small skirmishes even though Senri did not want to fight for them; after being attacked enough times, it would bring out the fox's instinctive battle capabilities. He did end up with his fair share of injuries, however, and it was after one of these -- in which an enemy weasel had slashed his side open before Senri returned the favor with his claws and teeth -- that he was locked up in order to fully heal.

It was during this period of rest that Senri was finally freed from captivity. His mother's brother, Prong, had been a warrior in the army for a long while, and had climbed his way up to the rank of captain. He had been given the task of watching Senri and officially deciding when the fox was to be sent back to fight; if Senri still was able to remember most of the details of the past (which were rather hazy at this point) he probably would have remembered their single meeting sometime when he was quite a few years younger, back when his family was all alive. As it was, though, Senri only saw Prong as another one of his numerous enemies, even when Prong himself recognized Senri as his nephew.

Assuming Sludge was now dead, Prong decided that the least he could do was help her son. Using both his position and the cover of darkness, Prong took advantage of a night in which the army would be out fighting to hang back and help Senri escape, bringing along with him Senri's old weapons and possessions; the falchion and dagger, along with his book. The younger fox didn't bother to object to being dragged from his prison cell and outside, and as Braxt's castle was comfortably situated on the coast it was no trouble for Prong to find a smaller vessel and get Senri on board. As he was pushing the boat out to sea, intending to follow his only remaining family member, one of the few remaining creatures on guard (who had previously been asleep) raised the alarm. Instead of heading out to sea with both Senri and Prong, the boat took off for Mossflower with only Senri, Prong's body laying in the water behind courtesy of a well-aimed arrow.

It was another three days before Braxt and his army made it back from their war, and by then it was too late to stop Senri who was already about half-way to Mossflower. By some lucky twist of fate, the boat stayed on the correct course, and it wasn't that long before the fox was finally able to step off the ship and onto dry land, free once more.

Relationships:

It's time for the color key! Yay! If you RP with Senri you'll be added here too. <3

Pink means loved.
Green means liked.
Brown means neutral.
Orange means disliked.
Red means hated.

• Sludge (f). Arctic Fox. Mother. Living.
  
• Brutus (m). Red Fox. Father. Deceased.
  
• Husky (m). RedxArctic Fox. Older brother. Deceased.
  
• Miya (f). RedxArctic Fox. Younger sister. Deceased.
  
• Braxt (m). Wolverine. Warlord of the Land of Ice and Snow. Status Unknown.
  
• Prong (m). Arctic Fox. Uncle (Brother to Sludge). Deceased.
  
• Slate (m). Arctic Fox. Captain in Braxt's army. Deceased.

Other:

Let’s recap…just to cover the main points, in case you’re confused/don’t want to read the overly long history, which is still in editing. For now, this is just to clarify.
1 – Senri was born in the Land of Ice and Snow with his brother, Husky, and sister, Miya.
2 – Instead of learning how to fight, he learned how to identify plants and herbs.
3 – At the age of ten he got into a fight with his brother, during which, among other things, a hit to his throat from Husky’s stick rendered his vocal cords more or less useless. To get revenge, he tries to kill Husky via poison, but fails, and is too timid to try it again.
4 – At the age of fifteen his family was visited by recruiters for the army of the Land of Ice and Snow, at which point, seeing his family threatened, Senri went berserk and killed one of the recruiters before attempting to do the same thing to his dad. (I had no intention of this becoming bloodwrath, honestly. Senri knows when he’s hurt, and begins to fight smarter when he’s hurt. Or the fighting spirit fades as it did when Braxt – the wolverine warlord – hit him.)
5 – Senri left home after this incident and decided to follow one of the wolverine warlord’s armies out of lack of anything better to do. He tracked them to his house, where he went berserk again and killed six ermine and his brother before Braxt appeared, at which point Senri attempted to attack him and lost an eye and snapped out of his berserker rage. At this point he noticed he’d killed his brother. (DEATH OF BROTHER + LOSS OF EYE = THE START OF HIS MEMORY LOSS. He starts forgetting everything that happened to him, so he’s confused about what happened and why he’s chained up. Every traumatic thing that happens to him from this point forwards, and every bout of berserker rage he goes into, drives him further out of touch with reality, and it will continue to as I RP with Senri.)
6 - Braxt took Senri as a captive and used him to fight wars in the Land of Ice and Snow. This caused more of his rage-fits, which caused more memory loss. Eventually, one of the members of the army (his uncle) realized just who he was and helped him escape on a boat. By this point, however, Senri didn't know really what had happened in his past anymore / who Prong was.

[Tracy]

You need to expand on his strengths and weaknesses, especially the physical ones. Clearly he's a powerful fighter, if the wolverine was more willing to keep him alive as an asset rather than murder him for killing several of his soldiers.

Then his weaknesses obviously include his muteness and the fact that he only has one good eye, which in turn would drastically affect his depth perception.

[senri]

Thanks for the advice. I did a bit of editing in his weaknesses / strengths to reflect your comments and then added a few things of my own. I'm thinking the wolverine viewed him as rather amusing for the most part, allowed him to live in equal parts because of this and because of the fact Senri's good at taking things down at close range -- get an arrow off at him and as long as he's not moving when it flies you're probably going to hit him; perhaps that's a different view than most of the evil leaders in Redwall take but...hey, I've got artistic licence. xD

[Tracy]

Awesome, thanks!

Accepted.