( Just so "I didn't tell you so", but I'm one of those people who has a busy schedule, but still loves to role play, and tries to find time in between the two. I'm also unfamiliar with this site, so please be patient if I seem…green. )
Name: Fang "The Daydreamer"
Age: 19 Seasons
Tone/Eye Color/Build: An unbroken shade of creamy cinnamon brown, with crisp green eyes and an average build in muscle.
Weapons: Rusted short sword, Commando's knife, chipped dagger.
Clothing/Armor: Torn army tunic and cloth pants under indistinguishably battered iron armor.
Faction/Unit Attachment: Fort Tatterack/ Darian Tundra Legion, Third Battalion.
Personality: Fang is a very withdrawn and observant individual, especially when by himself. This is due to two reasons. Repetitive strife and combat earlier in his bloody life is a factor, and the larger reason is because of the quiet solitude and loneliness he has faced ever since losing contact with the Fort. The ferret is not cruel; he was known for his light playful humor as a young'un. Even though his demeanor may seem empty and cold, on the inside is a much different story. Thoughts constantly swish and slide through his head like fish. He tends to be sweet and gentle towards the females, believing that they should be treated with respect. Fang is humble, but not a pushover.
Encounters: As a Darian Tundra Legionnaire, Fang has made intense hostile engagements with snowsquirrel tribes, pirate corsairs, and outlaw bandit factions from the east. As for friendlies, Fang has had previous contacts with neutral villages and tribes throughout the places he has traveled.
**Intelligence Report:**Intense studies has revealed a little about this lone soldier. Although not much is known about his actual place of birth or family, Fang's youth was brought up in years of violence and murder. As his small culture practiced the involvement of battle to prove one's worth, Fang tested his own mettle when he boldly stopped an invasion of bandits from his village, earning him great honor. In some point in his life after he set out on his own adventures outside of his home, Fang became a bounty hunter for a short time. He captured a number of bounties and earned a substantial amount of wealth before deserting his profession, and strangely abandoning his money to the poor. Here, he began to walk endlessly, leaving his home and other familiar places behind. It was in the 13th season of his life that he appeared in a vast, cruel, and cold land. The sea lay to his west, a forest lay to his east, and a looming structure stood to his north. Fang had stumbled upon Fort Tatterack and her lot. Recruited into this place for his tenacity and heart, the ferret became part of the Darian Tundra Legion, one of many ferocious armies under the command of a wolf by the name of Jadak the Fang. Over time, Fang grew accustomed to the blistering cold and stinging saltwaters of the fort he now called home. Fang soon took a disliking to the High Command of Tatterack; they had the tendency to leave wounded troopers behind in battle, believing only the strong were fit to survive. He advanced in rates, earning some respect in the ranks. As an inner rebellion began to crumble Tatterack and her ambitious leaders, Fang and his legion deployed to the tundra to ward off suspected opposition. He became lost during a blizzard-plagued battle, and, losing his sense of direction, wandered blindly in the unsympathetic region. The ferret walked on, keeping a time log in his rucksack and living off the icy shrubs of the Darian Tundra. Without aid, without companion, and without an end to the tundra in sight, the ferret quickly lost hope. His eyes became deep, his mouth turned to a frown, and his once proud strut turned into a cool, silent stride. But still Fang bore on with his journey, no destination in mind. His sole purpose to live was to defy Death. After all, the ferret was only 16 seasons of age. He knew that if he lived, he would've achieved more than he ever thought he would. Climbing over snowy mountains, swimming through deep rivers, jogging into thick grasslands, and hopping past canyons, Fang made his way into an even more mysterious land, where the sun humidly lay in the sky, sending out blazing rays of sunlight down into stuffy, serpent-filled forests. The lone soldier had stumbled upon the surrounding region of another great stronghold. Redwall.
Strange Quirks: Because of intense battle fatigue and the seriousness of almost every situation he has ever been in over the last six years of his life, Fang is not easily susceptible to being attracted to females. His mind has no time for such things. Although he does not know if he can still do it, the ferret unconsciously snorts when he laughs. But Fang hasn't laughed for a while.