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Blackavar Redtail, Fearsome Fiends
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Date Posted: 05:12:22 04/02/06 Sun
<<Caution: seasoned with cockiness, attitude, and braggadosio for roleplaying purposes. Take with a grain of salt>>
Where to begin? I guess the best place to start is the beginning...
Born on a moonless night in the full of the storm, the bane of vermin,etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...at least, that is what I'd like to say. But, to be entirely truthful, my beginnning is a blank. A black hole. All I know is what the hares told me before they sent me here...probably to keep me out of their kitchens. Hehehe.
I was found on a rock not far from Salamandastron. The hares of the Long Patrol picked me up on their way back. There was no sign of who'd left me there, nothing that could be tracked, no sign of bloodshed. They brought me back to the badger lord, Lord Something or other (hey, I left when I was less than five seasons old, cut me some slack).
Some thought I might have been abandoned because of my coloring, others thought that I had been left for the hares to find because my parents, whoever they were, could not feed me or take care of me. Others thought my parents were dead and the vermin missed me, though how I got onto the rock still baffled them.
Finally, after noone came to claim me after some moons, the lord gave me a name. He named me Blackavar for my midnight black fur, and Redtail for the brilliant scarlet fur of my tail, not an ordinary red for a squirrel at all.
I grew up in the barracks with the leverets, and together we got into lots of trouble with our pie-scoffin' competitions. I tell you mates, never try to outeat a hare. It's not good for the digestion, and you'll lose anyway.
Finally, before I reached what would be my approximate fifth season (no clue when I was born, really), the lord decided it would be better for me to be with my own kind instead of in a military barracks (got sick of having me around, more like) and decided to ship me off to dear old Redwall. He gave me new clothes, and unloaded me on the next traveling tribe of otters that visited.
They agreed to take me as far as Redwall, and so, come the next day, I was sitting in the bow of a flatboat surrounded by otters. The otters made great traveling companions; they taught me to swim and the Skipper, named Riverrun, made me my own sling and stone pouch and taught me to use it himself.
In the water my natural clumsiness vanished. Though born a squirrel, I've never been much good at climbing or scaling walls...I hate to admit it, but there it is. I became as good a swimmer as the otters, though they can still outlast me in the holding breath department.
The otters made several stays with villages of their tribe, and so I was well into my sixth season when I arrived here, and had spent some of the best times of my life (short as it is) with the otters.
As for personal attributes, I am a dashing squirrel who is a crackshot with the sling, an excellent swimmer and scoffer of pies, and very humble to boot. I am, unfortunately, a bad climber, but I can take on any otter in a swimming race. Due to lack of true peers as skilled as I am, I am a bit of loner.
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