Griff

[Rocky]

Your character's full name: Griffin
Age: 49
Species: Mouse
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Griff is a about a head or two smaller than an otter his age. When he first arrived at the place called Redwall, he was rather thin, but when Redwall was over run, he'd been treated badly, given bad food, and being whipped, making all the more determined to build up strength for a rebellion. the hard work made his muscles big and drawn out, but the bad rations also made him weaker, but he figures that if he collects all his rations and hides them, then has one bigger meal, he'll be fine, and in doing so, he became muscular and stronger than some of the other slaves.

Since he is a slave, there isn't much to have, except a normal shirt, a coat somewhat like a trench coat, normal pants and shoes. He also keeps a scarf that he wears around his neck when cold, but otherwise he doesn't wear it much.

His fur is a silvery-grey color, and rather long. His parents had figured it was a mutated gene, but nonetheless, Griff was happy with it. The young mouse can be categorized as handsome, but if confronted by that, he merely shrugs.

His face is rather thin, and he has high cheekbones, but it's also muscular somewhat, and he almost always has an angry gaze whenever not conversing with another friend.

Belongings:

Clothing

Job or Position:

Slave

Personality:

Griff is a rather determined mouse. He takes what shards and things that can be used as wapons, and he hides them, not allowing any other individual to know, for if the guards caught any one of them, his long time of collecting these for the final rebellion would b at a risk.

Other than that, Griff can be very kind and sincere, offering whatever he can to hep others that are friends of his. His father always told him and constantly reminded to help those weaker than you, and Griff was too happy to oblige. He takes pride in what he does, and doesn't allow any one else to lower his spirits, like that gruesome day in his past.

History and Background Information:

My past is one I wouldn't want anyone else to live. It's gruesome, and not a day goes by that I don't think about it.

Griff was living the high life when he was in his teen years. He had many friends, many girls chasing after him, and best of all, he was traveling to Redwall to live there. It was said at that time, Redwall was the safest place to be, with vermin in the area. Those who said that were dead wrong.

When Griff and his family arrived at Redwall, they'd just settled in, when they were attacked. The redwallers fought back, but the vermin were just too much, and took over. When the fight was brought to the inside, Griff took up a sword, and fought by his dad's side, never wanting to leave, but wanting to prove his worth. He killed many, but they were too much to handle. Soon, he dropped to his knees, and looked around. Everything was a mute, and there were dead bodies, strewn across the grounds like rag dolls. Blood made the pond run red, and decorated the walls with that deep, crimson scarlet color. His new friends lay dead, all around him. As the young mouse looked up, things went into slow motion, as a big fox came charging forward with an axe, ready to cleave him in two. Griff fall on his back, and crawled backwards, but the fox came too fast, and as he swung, the impossibe happened... Griff's father jumped in front, and right before his eyes, was nearly cleaved in two by the blow. His father's bood decorated his clothing, and then, he fell on the ground, and through dead eyes, just stared at Griff.

The fox left for a reason unknown, and Griff crawled to his dad and shook him hard, "Dad!" He wept. "Daddy! Wake up! Please!" His worst fears consumed him, and realization dawned, for little Griff's dad lay dead, staring at him.

Griff grasped his dad's body, and hugged him, never wanting to let go. "Dad..." He wept more, softening the fur of both himself, and his dad's body. Then, he was swept into the arms of his mother, and carried away. He kicked and fought, not wanting to leave his father's body there, to be strewn, and mingled with any other, and most of all, so it wouldn;t be tainted further by the hands of the vermin.

His mother rushed him to a safe spot, but that spot was soon compromised, and his mother killed, cut down right before him, just like his dad. "Not you too, mom!" He cried. "Nooo!" Griffpicked up a fallen dagger from somewhere, and jumped on the ferret's back, and not once, but twice, drove the dagger into the beast's back, and when the beast fell, Griff started pummeling and punching and kicking and biting, until he was carried off by a different fox from before. That fox took Griff to a safer spot, and sat him there, told him not to move, and not to say a word.

Little Griff curled up in a ball, covered his ears from the violence and the screams around him, and wept. He cried himself to sleep that night, swearing vengeance on the eveil warlord that took over Redwall, and took his parents away from him. He'd never forget that day, and the body of his father and mother, laying there, staring at him.

And thus, I relate my tale to you. My history that made me who I am, today, and what I hope to never be again.

Any other details:

Code Words:

[Treble Tiderunner]

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