Tarpin's Charactars

[Tarpin]

Name: Patrick Ace Benton

Title/Rank: 2nd Lt

Species: Hare

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Motto: "Make up your mind, and do it."

Friends/Family: Johnathan Benton(father), Abigail Benton(mother), Jerril Goldsworthy and siblings(Childhood playmates), Ben Scoiattolo(Childhood friend),

Foes: Targets that are armed and displaying hostile intent.

Appearance: Sandy brown. Tall, lanky, brown eyes. Mostly found in LP field uniform.

Weapons: Saber, sling, (tools) short handled shovel, diver’s knife, woods knife.

Personality: Sharp witted, determined, energetic.

Fear: Failure, not trying, waist.

Talents: Mechanically adept, hiding, hurting people

Secrets: He ran away to the Long Patrol when his childhood crush got engaged. He also stole all the pies from the engagement party. Mostly because he was hungry. Accidentally started the famous grassfire of the Autumn of the Great Fire.

History: Lt. Benton Grew up on the fringe of Mossflower. Where the south meadow, east forest, western grasslands, and north path all converged. He was an only child, but grew up playing with the neighboring Goldsworthy family. The Goldsworthys had at least a dozen children, possibly more. No one had ever gotten the family still enough to count. They also had adopted a young squirrel who was older than most of the brood and was greatly admired. Besides being very rich the Goldsworthys were also very erratic, jolly, and interesting. They all ran around the country as the “Grass Patrol” emulating the famed Long Patrol and had a wonderful time slaying imaginary vermin. Sometimes they would go to the abbey and play with the DAB dibbuns there, and would recruit the dibbuns and help them escape the abbey. They were always caught, and the dibbuns returned to redwall until the next day when they escaped again. This practice was finally put to an end when they were caught repelling down the abbey walls with escaping dibbuns. Young Patrick had his tail scalped by the badgermum, Mr. Goldsworthy and Mr. Benton. Afterwards he cried for an hour, played with a candle to cheer himself up and then promptly accidentally started a grass fire. The “Grass Patrol” began taking swimming lessons from their young otter mates directly afterward.

[Tarpin]

Jerril Goldsworthy

Inventive. Mechanically minded. Obsessed with crossbows. Animated. Preoccupied. Intelligent. Educated. Artistic.[/center]

Name:

Jerril Franklin Goldsworthy

Goes By:

Jerril, Jerry, Jer

Gender:

Male

Species:

Hare

Age:

19

Home:

Goldworth Hall, in the south meadows. But currently is staying at the village south of Salamandastron as the local psyciatrist.

Class:

Distracted Genius/armed civilian.

Professions:

Carpenter, violinist, blacksmith, philosopher.

Hero, Villain, or Neutral:

Hero

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[Tarpin]

Name: Matthew Luckleaf Lightpaw

Title/Rank: Wilderness guide and Mercenary

Spieces: Mouse

Age: 23 Seasons

Gender: Male

Motto: "Patrick… please don’t."

Friends/Family: Tarnic Lightpaw(father), Burcle Lightpaw (mother) Tarpin Lightpaw (unknown sibling) Patrick McPeek(Life Long Friend)

Foes:

Appearance: Well built, stocky sort of mouse. Dark brown fur, blue eyes. He got his build from his mother, and his fur from his father. His normal dress is a stained green tunic, a muddy green cloak and a small pack.

Weapons: Long sword (currently lost when he was waylaid by a group bandits. The threw his sword at one before it shot him. And then the other one shot him and he disappeared into the forest.) Small woods knife.

Personality: Wry, semi pessimistic, annoyable, calculating, wily

Fear: Meeting people he’s met before under a different alias.

Talents: Path finding, fire building, memorization, acting, running while tied to a bar stool. (Only recently discovered)

Secrets: Was not responsible for the assassination of one Didgy fleetfoot, though he claimed the bounty money. Believes his life is merely a source of entertainment to some omniscient deity, or perhaps an author intent on irony.

History: Matthew spend his early childhood in a settlement in deep south Mossflower. It was an idyllic home. There was no hunger or violence to speak of. When Matthew was 10 seasons old, there was a house fire in the settlement. The family of otters that lived there died. Joseph Mossfollow was the only one of the family to live. He had snuck out to go fishing at night. Joseph left the settlement at 13 seasons. He was never the same. He lived off the land, generosity, and his wits. When he returned one day he called himself “Tracks”. He came back to the settlement at the beginning of every season to visit the spot where his house and family had burned. He was greatly admired by all the young ones of the village. Two especially. Mathew Lightpaw and a fox, Patrick McPeek. They would probe him for all the stories he could tell about his adventures. They begged him to let them go with him. Their parents wouldn’t hear of it. The Mossfollow boy had become a pawloose ruffian. A beast to be pitied and fed and then sent off back into the wilderness. But Joseph alias Tracks secretly promised them he would take them along when they turned 13 seasons. When summer came, Matthew and Patrick snuck away with Tracks. Tracks died three seasons later of a fever. Matthew and Patrick were on their own. Ten seasons later there are Guides and body guards for the hire of anybeast making long journeys. When business is slow, they hire themselves out for espionage.

[Tarpin]

Name: Patrick McPeek

Title/Rank: Wilderness guide and Mercenary

Spieces: Fox

Age: 23 Seasons

Gender: Male

Motto: "Why not? It’ll be fun."

Friends/Family: Cornelius McPeek (father), Nightshade McPeek (mother) January McPeek (Younger sister) Matthew Lightpaw (BFF! Lolz.)

Foes:

Appearance: Tall and suave. Patrick pays careful attention to his looks. Though he won’t be caught preening. The key is to look good while looking like you’re not trying. He can hide his insatiable curiosity, and hyperactive moods with the “smooth act”. Mostly seen around women. He will be found wearing a cream colored shirt, with a green velvet waistcoat. (both of which were taken off a dead ex-bartender ferret). He occasionally wears a cloak, though he flourishes it like a cape and will fasten it over on shoulder and under the other and then carry the extra length over his arm.

Weapons: A sling and a large knife. Both are packed away in the recesses of his pack and neither has seen the light of day for a season. He has a small sgian dhu he uses for eating and such.

Personality: Mischievous, fun loving, charming, insatiable, occasionally outrageous

Fear: Meeting that one vixen again.

Talents: Path finding, getting into trouble, acting, impersonating, finding food.

Secrets: Was not responsible for the assassination of one Didgy fleetfoot, though he claimed the bounty money. Middle name is Lauren. Ate Matthew’s piece of cake.

History: Patrick ran away from home at 13 seasons with his best friend Matthew and the ghostly otter Tracks. Ten seasons later there are Guides and body guards for the hire of anybeast making long journeys. When business is slow, they hire themselves out for espionage.

[Tarpin]

Name: Tarpin Alder Lightpaw

Title/Rank: Dibbun

Spieces: Mouse

Age: Dibbun

Gender: Male

Motto: “Baffs neva! Play foreva!”

Friends/Family: Tarnic Lightpaw(father), Burcle Lightpaw (mother) Matthew Lightpaw (unknown sibling) Torren (Friend) Samuel Furrower

Foes:

Appearance: Tarpin is a very light colored mouse. He has molten gold fur and blue eyes. His once green smock is always dirty. He wears an oversized beret with a small hawk feather stuck in. His belt is a soft white cord tied around his waist. On it is a small bag of candied chestnuts, and stuck through it is a long willow switch. Around his neck is a reed whistle on a circle of twine.

Weapons: Willow switch

Personality: Tarpin is very excitable, overactive, has a vivid imagination, and is very talkative and argumentative. He loves hiding and getting in trouble, not in that order.

Fear: Baths, Skelping, Large birds
Talents: Imagination, scheming

Secrets: The chair is there for a reason! The dibbun underground network. Visits the attics frequently.

History: Tarpin is assumed an orphan like all the other dibbun under abbey care. His parents arranged for him to stay at the abbey while they made a long and dangerous journey to Salamandastron. They never came back.

[Tarpin]

Name: Torren

Title/Rank: Dibbun

Spieces: Mouse

Age: Dibbun

Gender: Male

Motto: “Libre de baffed!”

Friends/Family: Family is unknown. Tarpin Lightpaw(Friend) Samuel Furrower
Foes:

Appearance: Torren’s blue eyes contrast with his chocolate brown fur. His unkempt fur and smock and jauntily angled beret give what he fondly thinks of as a roguish look. In his Dibbun rope belt, he carries a pouch of candied chestnuts and a wooden sword.

Weapons: Wooden Sword

Personality: Torren is usually laid back and optimistic. His seemingly calm and serene spirit contrasts and maybe counter balances his friend Tarpin’s personality. Though usually relaxed, he loves excitement when it comes; and when it does some unseen reserve on energy surges to the front turning him into a rather hyperactive child.

Fear: Baths, Thunderstorms, spiders in his drink.
Talents: Acting, Running, climbing

Secrets: The chair is there for a reason! The dibbun underground network. Visits the attics frequently. The snow badger is real.

History: Torren is an orphan like most other dibbuns under abbey care. Nothing is known of his parents or extended family. He has found a loving and exciting home at the abbey with plenty of friends and plenty of elders to annoy.

[Tarpin]

Name: Samuel Burdock Furrower (In mole speech: Sam’l Burd’k Ferr’er)

Title/Rank: Dibbun

Spieces: Mole

Age: Dibbun

Gender: Male

Motto: “I’s be vury naughtwise!”

Friends/Family: Grumm Ferr’er(Father), Natleye (Natalie in common speach) Ferr’er(Mother), Petunye (Petunia in common speach) Furr’er(Baby sister) Torren(Friend) Tarpin Lightpaw(Friend)
Foes:

Appearance: He’s a baby mole! He’s adorable! Wears a beret like his friends Tarpin and Torren.

Weapons: Wooden spoon

Personality: Logical and methodical, if a bit slow. Samuel is loyal, forgiving, and affable. He loves the excitement of mischief and has the ruff and rustic charm of an earthdweller to get away with it.

Fear: Baths, Skelping, Water, Heights, grasshoppers.
Talents: Imagination, scheming, smooth talking

Secrets: The chair is there for a reason! Helped build the dibbun underground network. There is a reason that stone in cavernhole is loose.

History: Unlike many dibbuns at Redwall, Samuel has parents. The Furrowers live with the rest of the mole tribe in Redwall. Having parents makes him different from many of his friends and often times keeps him from joining in on a lot of fun that they have. Still, having parents is an advantage that Samuel will never fully understand. Recently his new baby sister has taken up a lot of his parents time and energy and he has been turned loose more often.

[Tarpin]

Name: Trick

Title/Rank: Truly infamous Dibbun, Runaway

Spieces: Fox

Age: Dibbun

Gender: Male

Motto: “Y’take what ye get, and you ‘ave ta take to get!”

Friends/Family:

Appearance: Trick is a dibbun red fox. He has the normal markings of his kind. Red fur, white underside, black paws and eartips. He wears his abbey smock mostly. He carries his candied chestnuts on his belt. He keeps his stolen knife hidden when elders are near.

Weapons: Small kitchen paring knife.

Personality: Trick is crafty. He can be manipulative and very naughty. In fact he has taken “naughty” to a new level. The other dibbuns treat him with a mix of awe, admiration, and fear. He doesn’t play pranks for the fun of it. He pulls heists for keeps. He has the reputation of being the naughtiest dibbun ever.

Fear: Everything
Talents: sneaking, stealing, stalking, pouncing, kicking, scratching, biting

Secrets: Is just a scared little dibbun on the inside.

Trick is something of a legend. He is an orphan like most other dibbuns at the abbey. Unlike most dibbuns he is a fox. He was found on the bank of the south ford, while abbey beasts and dibbuns were on a berry picking outing. He was hesitantly taken in with the fear that he would grow up inherently evil. After many tribulations he has managed to become a mysterious mystery among dibbuns and an irrelevant fact among the elders. He disappears often. Rumor has it he escapes the abbey regularly without a trace. Nobeast knows if this is true. Or if it is, how it is he leaves the abbey.

[Tarpin]

Name: Bartholomew Branktide Wavedog (Branko, Brotho, Tholo, even “Ripple” any twist of letters or imagination will work.)

Title/Rank: Otter?

Spieces: Otter

Age: 20 Seasons

Gender: Male

Motto:

Friends/Family: Lotho Wavedog(Father) Maribel Wavedog(Mother) Gloria and Dawn Wavedog (Twin sisters)

Foes: The one that got away

Appearance: Wavedogs are a clan of river otters. Branko has the more lithe form of his clan, without the fuzzy appearance of sea otters. He wears a white shirt made of sail canvas with the sleeves folded up out of the way, and a rough redish-brown vest tied at the front with small cord ties. His belt keeps them close to his body and also holds a small oyster knife. His form and clothes are all very streamlined for easy swimming.

Weapons/tools: Javelins, sling, fillet knife, small oyster knife

Personality: In spite of his exasperated outlook on life, he still shares that endearing honesty and warm-heartedness that are considered synonymous with otters.

Fear:

Talents: Fishing, Diving, Swimming, Boating, Javelin fighting and throwing (An important part of crab hunting.) Slinging (almost a national sport on Greenisle), Eating

Secrets: Are secret.

History: Branko was born in holt Summerdell to Lotho and Maribel Wavedog. He lead an idyllic life. His mates and he would cavort around the island and the surrounding waters all day, bringing back edibles and decorative shells. He spends most of his time sailing around in the coastal waters of the island in a large skiff called Serenity. It was named by his sister Dawn on its maiden voyage. He fishes, dives, and hunts crabs, all the while thriving off the water and sunshine.