Feleti Callaghan

[Sunrise]

Name: Feleti Fleetheart Callaghan [goes by Fleet]
Age: 17
Birthplace: Salamandastron
Gender: Male
Species: Hare
Job/Position: Private in the Long Patrol
Physical Description:

Shorter than most hares but no less gangly, Fleet has all the typical markings of his species: brown throughout with a darker undercoat, his stomach being lighter and his back being darker. He has an almost completely black stripe which runs along his spine to the end of his tail, fading quickly to brown in either direction. The ends of his ears are lined in black, and as a result of his northern heritage, are shorter than the average hare of Mossflower. Another inherited trait is his fur turning to white with brown and black flecks during the winter months. His face has a round look to it, with wide, sky-blue eyes. While Fleet has no scars or tattoos, he does have a white splotch across his forehead, faded and disappearing as he ages but still distinct. The fur around his eyes is perhaps a shade lighter than the rest of his face.

By way of clothing, Fleet will wear whatever the uniform protocol for privates is when he's on duty. In his off time, he'll typically don a faded green or brown tunic. He'll dress up or down for occassion, but generally avoids getting "all dolled up" when he can.

Belongings:

He doesn't have many; living at a war fortress, most of Fleet's possessions are based on practicality. He has a long, sturdy lance, which he enjoys learning how to use immensely. He knows how to use sling and bow as well, but hasn't had too much experience with them. He also owns all the basic necessities for patrollers - writing materials, sheets, ground pack, and so on.

Personality:

Overall, he's a cheerful, garrulous creature with an appetite three times his size and a strong sense of compassion. Fleet isn't the type to be brought down or depressed for any length of time, a primary trait that will bring him through many a battle in future. He's forthright and honest at the most inopportune times, and evasive and dishonest whenever it suits him. He'll also tend to exaggerate his wounds and accomplishments, sometimes giving the impression of being attention-hungry while doing so. Despite his garrulous nature (and occassionally to the utter shock of his comrades), Fleet is perfectly capable of keeping his mouth shut when the need arises. Like the vast majority of hares, he can eat twice his weight and thensome, and tends to hold food above all other concerns. Other quirks about Fleetheart are that he talks in his sleep, talks to himself, talks to inanimate objects, and doesn't like meadowcream.

Strengths
+ Compassionate : this is almost a flaw in that his main sense of compassion for other creatures is derived from a feeling of pity that they aren't hares and therefore can't take care of themselves (as well as a hare could). As he never voices this feeling or lets it affect his views negatively, however, this sense of duty to "lesser" creatures remains one of his better traits.
+ Optimistic : he isn't immune to feeling down or occassional bouts of depression, of course, but he rarely stays down for long and tends to take it upon himself to try and cheer other creatures up whenever they appear unhappy.
+ Independant : Fleet prefers not to rely on others for help with any thing or situation he has control of or can manipulate.
+ Obedient : perhaps as a circumstance of being born into a family of Long Patrol hares, Fleet rarely questions authority as an adult.
+ Sharp-eyed : has a good eye for spotting things otherbeasts may overlook. This attention to detail tended to come off as something like OCD when he was a child, and he's in the final stages of maturing this particular trait into something useful.

Weaknesses
- Garrulous : most of the time, Fleet just can't put a sock in it. He could talk all day and never run out of things to say. If it weren't for the fact that he'd need to close his mouth to swallow whenever food got put in it, he likely would never stop.
- Gluttonous : food is something he has cherished from the day of his birth. It would take an extreme circumstance to separate Fleet from a dishfull of anything.
- Hit-first-ask-questions-later : Fleet isn't inclined to think ahead and often acts recklessly. This may appear as bravery at times, but it's mostly just stupidity. This could also be termed as "poor strategist." He'd rather be given a task, do it, and go home with as little time wasted thinking as possible.
Also along this line, he can be a critical of others at first glance, putting too much emphasis on a perceived bad first impression.
- Tactless, Dishonesty: as mentioned above, he tends to be brutally honest right when it's best to be tactful. Along this same line, if Fleet doesn't want to share something or face the music - whatever that may be - he has no qualms whatsoever fibbing his way around it.
- Size : Fleet's small stature causes difficulties for him mainly in that he lacks upper body strength and can't always keep up with his peers. Outrunning another species, of course, is another matter.
- Relentless : or, "workaholic." Once he starts something - anything - he finds it near impossible to stop until his task is completed. He doesn't like any interruptions, and though he has no will to get done quickly just for the sake of getting done, he will work as fast as he is able.
- Vanity : not so much as to be incredibly detrimental to his character, but certainly noteworthy.

History:

Fleet comes from a long line of Long Patrollers on his father's side, the Callaghans having had at least one family member at the mountain since the time before Lord Brocktree and the establishment of the Long Patrol. His mother, on the other paw, is from the mountains north of Mossflower and has a strong accent and a stronger personality to prove it. His parents met while his father was on patrol; and when it came time for him to return to Salamandastron, she traveled back with him. Fleet has an older sister and twin younger siblings, male and female. Apart from being born premature and weaker than any of his siblings had been, his initial dibbunhood years were uneventful.

His early days were spent doing typical things leverets did - eating, learning his letters and numbers, playing along the beach, pranking the adults, arguing with his siblings, and generally making a cheerful nuisance of himself. Fleet never doubted the fact that he would join the Patrol. This ambition was almost nipped in the bud when he fell dangerously ill at the age of seven; for most of that autumn and all throughout winter Fleet's condition worsened to the point where he was more or less labeled as a lost cause. With the advent of spring, summer, and new, fresh growths of herbs, however, he improved to the point of recovery. Fleet remained weak in body for some time afterword, and was unable to meet strength and stamina requirements to join the regiment until he'd reached his late teens.

He spent the majority of his years following his sickness training in order to join the patrol, and finally enlisted near the end of his 16th year. Currently Fleet is just out of initial training, and is still learning the better ways to use his weapons. Apart from early morning or late night sessions spent building strength, Fleet follows the standard training schedule for new recruits. He is in good standing with most of his superiors, and gets along with his peers. When he has free time he spends it with his family or friends.

Code Words: -correct-

[Treble Tiderunner]

Looks good. Accepted, I'm sorry for the delay.