Name:
Cedric Sparrowkin, formerly known as Cedric of Groveshire

Rank:
Watcher

Appearance:
Cedric is still little more than a child to his more experienced cohorts. He has a handsome coat of light brown fur, and other than his larger than average ears and slightly too long whiskers, he has the average look of a stereotypical citizen of Redfield. He has yet to gather any amount of scars during his time in the Redwatch, something his colleagues have said speaks volumes about his inexperience. Cedric likes to say it's a sign of his superb abilities. Most notably, Cedric wears a fencing glove on his left paw and a longsword on his right waist, a stark contrast to his nature as a sparrow rider. Cedric's newly made cloak is straight white.

Personality:
In many ways, Cedric Sparrowkin is still every bit the farmer's son he was when he first entered the Redfort. He still speaks plainly and he still holds the watch in high regard. Most of all, he remains every bit as reckless and daring. He is quick to laugh and make light of the dangers of his chosen profession, which makes him popular amongst his fellow young pilots but garners him no small amount of resentment from the more experienced flight jockeys. Some of whom say Cedric is either fearless, half mad, or both. But no one has been able to deny his skills on sparrowback. Maybe the harsh realities of service in the Watch will eventually get to him, but for now, Cedric remains an amiable and, in his own words, heroic example of a Watchmouse.

Name:

Bernia the Briar

Rank:

Greenband

Appearance:

It is said looks are deceiving, and certainly this is the case with Bernia. Short in height and slender of build, the mercurial youngster cuts a very unintimidating form despite her temperament. Her fur is cinnamon brown in tone, intermittently specked with small pale spots along her back and blended into a milky white on her undercarriage. Her youthful features are quite clear, with a short muzzle, shiny black whiskers and large rounded ears perhaps just a tad too big for her head outing her as a rookie if her height did not. She does not often dress herself, seeing clothing as unnecessary, though she does keep a leather belt around her narrow hips to hold various pouches and tools, and perhaps more notably, insists upon wearing a copper band around the base of her tail.

Personality:

In possession of an aptly given alias, Bernia can best be described as thorny. She is capricious and hot-tempered, often spiteful and almost universally mistrusting. Self-serving as they come and greedy to a fault, she sees her apprenticeship at the watch as an opportunity to reach a better life for herself, in a manner than just happens to be considered 'honorable'. Her shunning of the noble ideologies of old, scornful behavior towards others and foul attitude towards authority figures lead her often to conflict and quarrel with her fellows, but she is not entirely negative. She is of strong will and not easily shaken, allowing her to think clearly in a crisis where some may cave to baser instincts and flee. Resourcefulness, a learned trait from years in the caverns, allows her to adapt to situations easily where some may faulter. All and all, she's an unpleasant mouse.

Name
Angus of Fortkeep

Rank
Greenband

Appearance
Angus is a sandy brown red-eyed mouse, with sleek tawny fur and a short, pink tail. He has a few white hairs appearing on his muzzle, a fact that reminds him of his age every waking morning. Wearing only a green armband to indicate his rank, he has never picked up a sword, much more than purchased a signature weapon to keep at his side.

Personality
Angus joined the Watch not out of a sense of civic duty, but to escape his lifelong trade of sewer-cleaning.

Name: Aelfric the Bastard of Kyburgrad

Rank: Watcher, rising Watchguard.

Appearance: Aelfric is a grey mouse who wears the tattered banner of the lost castle of Kyburgrad, opting to wear that instead of the black cloak he was given. With the remains of the wealth from Caste Kyburgrad, he managed to equip himself in relatively heavy armor by most standards wearing a breastplate with metal forearm protectors. In addition, he wears a mail head coif with the cracked Crown of Kyburgrad in all of its dulled and dirtied glory. He wields a single weapon, a large two-handed great sword

Personality: Aelfric is a very contradictory if not outright hypocritical mouse. He says many things on how the family who shunned the illegitament child where fools for adhering to the their noble codes and honors and yet he wears their banner as well as the crown of the fallen lord, his father. He proclaims to have some great ambition but the way he recklessly fights suggests that perhaps he is seeking death. On some occasions he will happily use anyone around him as a tool to future his goals but at others he is shown to mourn very death he witnesses and has vowed vengeance on more than one occasion.

Name: Willow of Burrowhill

Rank: Greenband

Appearance: For a mouse, and especially a female mouse, Willow is exceptional. She’s taller and wider than average, and uses an equipment set that most mice would struggle to wear, let alone sprint in. With a Warhammer as tall as she is, a heavy metal ‘bucket’ helm, a thick gambeson and splinted greaves, as well as a buckler shield, she’s no small force on the battlefield, although her little green band sort of removes her intimidation factor.

Without her armour, she’s actually very pretty. Her fur is bordering on copper, with a black patch of fur splotched over her chest, where her heart lies. This is considered a rather auspicious marking by most mice- showing that she is destined to die a violent death, something that she has taken to heart.

Personality: It’s hard to be a relative to Myrtle without some of her burning fire rubbing off onto you. Willow, a lot of her formative years having been shaped by her aunt, has a little more than ‘some’ of that fire. If her aunt’ll run through a burning building to save someone however, Willow will stare down a fox in order to let a group of gnawers run for it. Her choice of weaponry and armour is endemic of this, although it is not the only thing that shows off this part of her personality.

Her ‘birthmark’ has affected her a lot. Being told practically from birth, often sadly, that she was going to die violently. Instead of thinking she was doomed however, she has interpreted this to believe that she will die in battle, and has internalised a fatalistic, but not overly negative, view of things. Running contrary to common gnawer belief, she hopes that by dying doing something noble or honourable, she’ll end up an afterlife with other warriors. This has been taken from truly ancient mythology, and she kinda has to keep it a secret so she isn’t completely reviled.

Lastly, Willow is a self-sufficient individual most of the time. She can tend to her armour herself, and because of a lonely childhood, feels just as comfortable around herself as she does others. Her Burrowhill accent does not help matters, it must be said.