Occ: Well, I enjoy Redwall so I will try and give this a go.

Name/Title: Jeremiah the tiny

Age: 4 solar cycles

Species: White-tailed Antelope Squirrel (Ammospermophilus leucurus)


Affilation: Ebon Vanguard

Rank/Position linesmen

-Description- Jeremiah is the smallest of all the soliders in the guard. Normal squirrels grow several more cm more, but not jeremiah.He is just as big as most average mice in the guard. He has a long white strip from the middle of his back to his tail, which never seems to be clean. His coco colored fur always seems to be messed as if he had just got out of bed. Jeremiah is always moving. Either running, tapping his foot, or opening a nut shell.
Jeremiah dosent have many ideas of his own. He comes from a strict millitary family where he learned to obey orders without a thought. Jeremiah is terified of speaking publicaly. One of the many reasons why he has never advanced in rank. Jeremiah says hes not fit for leadership. In all other aspects Jeremiah would make a great leader. He is fiercley brave, and would never desert a ally. He is kind to those who are kind to him. Jeremiah's loyalty knows no bound he would sooner die than abandon his duty. Jeremiah is very focused and it takes alot to derail him form his job.

When hes off duty Jeremiah wears a simple buttoned up red shirt with green trousers. On duty he wears his simple armor. Which unlike his fur is spotless. His armor is fairly light even for his size. Jeremiah tries to have as much freedom of movment as posible. Jeremiah also carries a light buckler which is strapped to his left arm.

-Weapons- Jeremiah carries the average Ebon Vanguard gear. A longsword and a crossbow.

-Specializations- Being a good solider. Jeremiah is an example to all that size dosent matter. He makes use of basic gear efficiently. Jeremiah works well under pressured situations.
-Natural Advantages-
Jeremiah is small and quick.
Jeremiah is an excellent climber.
-Natural Disadvantages-
Jeremiah is very small and cant take many blows.
Jeremiah's mind thinks faster than he can react.

-Unique Advantages-
Jeremiah is very brave. And wont back down on an enemy twice his size uless his captain tells him too.
Jeremiah has read thrue almost every war/battle book that he can get his hands on. He can aply the history he knows to the current situation at hand making Jeremiah a good taction. Jeremiah never sugest his plans though unless someone ask his opinion.
-Unique Weaknesses-
Jeremiah is scared of speaking publicaly, and rarley talks to whole groups unless he has to.
If a superior is not around and theirs no one to take charge. Jeremiah will not step up and lead.
-Diet-
Nuts and seeds
Fruits and vegetables
-Natural Predators-
Birds
snakes
large bugs
-Background-
Jeremiah was born to a millitary family. His father was in the guard and was his father and his ect. Jeremiahs family had always been strong nobel leaders, but this changed when he was born. He was very small for a squirrel. His Dad was ashamed that his son could not stand up to others in combat practice. It seems that his size was just to big of a hamper on his ability to fight.

One day Jeremiah awoke to flames and smoke His house was on fire! He heard a crash and then a scream. " THE ENEMIES COME THE ENEMIES HERE!"shouted someone. Jeremiah wasent sure who the enemy was, but he did know that he had to help. Jeremiah crawled out of his burning house to find combat everywhere. His father was a dueling a large rat back to back with his brother Jaque, Jaque was fighting a nasty looking weasle. The fight looked bad for both of his famliy members. The Weasle broke thrue his brothers defenses with a strong jab of his soward. He thrust his arm forwoard to strike his brothers heart. Jaque tumbled out of the way of the stab. Without jaque their his father took the blow instead. Jeremiahs father fell to the ground dead. Both feinds turned to Jaque to do the same to him. Jaque dogged past the tow into the black night. Looking back only for an instace to catch Jeremiahs gaze and then fled to the forest.
Jeremiah was shocked standing at the doorway of the flaming building. Somthing exploded behind Jeremiah throwing him into a large debrie pile. The last thing he rembered before he faded into unconsciousness was the seemingly mocking laughter of the crackling fire.

Whoever the enemy is Jeremiah will stand strong against them.

-Misc. Notes- Jeremiah has trained ruthlessly since that faitfull night.


What do you think of him?

OOC:...Wow. Big.

OOC: Right...Sarithus...are we going to continue?

OOC: I'm waiting for eclipse to approve this guy.

OOC: Okay, Approved. There, you guys can continue.

OOC: I'm not sure how to reply to that...Mayhaps you could make another character who joins the horde so we can have both stories going at the same time, and I think you should post that darks coming up to the gate or something, give me something to reply to.

There it was.

The Abby.

It reared its sandstone head tall and proud in the clear sky, an ancient structure that was proceeded only by some of the larger and more hearty oaks in Moss'fleaur wood.

Dark stood off the path, leaning against a tree. her tongue lolled out of her mouth as the heat had gotten to her again...its pink color was the only non black element on her entire body. She whacked her rudder against the maple she was propping herself up with, and strode towards the gates.

~I must be charitable.~ She thought...

"HO, THE ABBY!! ANYBEAST HOME?"

Sarithus was about to reply to the two other travelers when someone called out. A female. He turned to see a solid black form moving towards them. He jumped at sight of the thing, but after realizing it was an otter, he nodded and welcomed her with arms open. "Welcome there, to Redwall Abbey. Who are you and what brings you to Redwall?"

"I am Dark.." The Black pelted otter spoke slowly, her heart going double time as she approached the strangebeast. The sun caught on her fur and on the shining metal of her blades (still lashed at her hips), "And i have come a long ways, running, for i am pursued. This is the Abby my dreams lead me to...may i take refuse here?"

The two travelers watched as an odd beast walked up. An otter named Dark, with black furr and apparently a dream about the Abbey. They decided to both just watch what happened.

Dark looked over her shoulders, and chewed on her whiskers musingly, "I must ask you...may i come in? I am dogged and i am purseud....if you do not want me to bring trouble on your peaceful home here, then i will move on to the fortress Salamandastron..."

Dancer stepped forward to Sarithus's side "You may come in..." she said with a slight confusion apparing on her face, she quickly covered it up with a smile"...Is there anything you need, other than a place to stay?" she asked politly, glancing down at the blades at her sides. Dancer's paw fell to her side gently.

"N--Yes. I have hardly eaten in the past few days or so..." Dark knew that even though she stood tall and proud--the Black Pelted otter that she was, she was very close to keeling over, "I...I am quite weak, and i will not be able to hide my fatigue for much longer. If you could direct me to a place where i may sit..."

She brought a paw up to her face. The sun was beating down on her mercilessly, catching her black fur and making it nearly unbearable with the heat, "...and be out of the sun?"

Her blades glinted, blinking threateningly in the light...

Dancer looked up at her and motioned for her to walk by her side "Come" she said quietly walking towards a room where she could stay, "I shall bring food up in a minute" she said leaving the room and walked down to the kitchen. She passed a warrior as she went "Can you gaurd the new comers room...there is something...strange about her" she patted his shoulder and carried on towards the kitchen, she picked up a plate of freshly made food and returned to the otters room, the gaurd now standing outside the room, She smiled at him as she entered placing the food on the desk "I hope this will do" she said quietly, going to exit the room.

"Thank you." Dark said shortly, not because she was rude, but because she was unused to kindness from strangers. She stood with her paws at her side, not moving to shake the beasts hand, "Forgive me, the customs in my land forbid--nay--make it difficult--for me to accept your hospitality. It is...a long story. May i rest here for a while?"

"Of course." Sarithus said, walking up to the otter. "All are welcome. Please, take a seat." He pulled up two stools, and sat on one, offering the other to dark. "So where are you from?"

Dark did not reply, not because she was being rude, but because she was considering her answer, mulling it over, "From a distant land where the free region of Moss'fleur is only a legend. I have escaped the clutches of an evil group of beasts who kept me captive there since i was a babe for my black pelt."

Dark looked down at herself in disgust, "I must warn you...if i am one person one moment and then a completely differen beast the next, it is because of what they did to me fo all those season..>"

Username: Creature
Name: Andon Pin
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Species: Hedgehog
Affiliation: Good
Char.Personality: Shy, Quiet, Friendly, and Kind-Hearted. Enjoys nature, wildlife, and cool weather (like rain).
Occupation: Apprentice of Cellarmaster
Character appearance:
Home Town: Redwall Abbey
Extra: When he is older Andon is to be the next Cellarmaster.