www.funkman.org/animal/mammal/hare1.org (not my piccy)
Name: Leofrick
Title: Bell-ringer
Species: Hare
Age: 45
Family: Orphan
History: Leofrick came the Abbey as a young woodland orphan, and even though most of his past was forgoten, there are still parts of it that Leofrick remembers.
Leofrick stood at the entrance of his families burrow, watching moon intently. "I wish I was the moon..." He whispered to his parents, "it must be so fun to just go around, looking down on everybody..."
"Yes, well deary Leo, I guess the moon's just luckier then us, wot wot?" Said his mother, even though she didn't look away from her knitting.
"So it seems, old gel, so it seems!" That was his father. For some reason, he always had to have the last word in everything.
Leofrick twitched his ear, and started singing softly.
Oh, silver moon...
The only torch in the deep night,
Sun makes you run,
But stars bring you back...
Oh, oh, my silver moon...
Keep on running, and keep on coming back...
Oh, my silver-GAHK!!
"Don't you mean 'moon', Leo, wot wot-EEEEK!!"
"Now what's with all the..." His fathers voice droned away.
Leofrick felt his neck being squeezed tighter and tighter as he was raised off the ground. "L-Let me go!" He cried as he clawed the wrist of his strangeler.
"I hate singing..." Growled a young weasel.
"Okay! Okay!! He'll stop singing, just please let him go!" Cried his mother as she dropped to her knees next to the young weasel.
Leofricks father opened his mouth but closed it when the weasel brought out his sword, and be-headed his mother. "MAMA!!!" Leofrick screamed as her body slumped to the ground.
"Shut up, whiner..." The weasel grumbled as he stabbed Leofrick through the stomach. His father let out a low whine as the evil weasel threw his son at the wall of the burrow.
The young hare slumped to the ground, tears and blood trickling out of him. "NO! NO, PLEASE, DON'T!" Cried his father, as darkness over-whelmed Leofrick.
"There's one thing I hate more then whiners and beggars, are cowards..." The last thing Leofrick heard was a low wail from his father before fainting.
Hours that felt like days passed before he awoke at the gates of the Dark Forest. "What are you doing here, little boy?" Asked a kind-looking squirrel.
"I'm dead, sir..." Leofrick muttered.
The squirrel looked up. "Not by the look of it..." He whispered before Leofrick found himself waking up to a large room in Redwall Abbey, with mice and other species looking at him. There, he helped out the bell-ringer, and became his succeser.
Goal: Ring the bell...
Hobbies: Singing, reading, and sleeping.
Favourite Food: Scones of any kind.
Favourite Drink: Damson Whine
Extra information: WOOH FINISHED!