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The Redwatch

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The Redwatch

Flint of Rushhaven

”Before, we scurried, heads held low, dodging and weaving those that would hunt us. Now, thanks to our own knowledge, we stand taller, stronger. Imagine what we could do if we rose above our baser instincts to cower and run?”

Name: Flint of Rushhaven

Rank: Watcher

Appearance: From tip to tail, flint without clothing would be a rather average mouse. He’s a plain brown colour, perhaps a few streaks of white along his back. His whiskers are shorter than most of his kinsmen, and on his paws, he has very little fur, but there is otherwise nothing particularly distinguishing about him.

That is, unless he is fully dressed. He wears a steely grey overcoat, with a wide hood with no ear holes. This means that with his hood up, his ears are flattened and poke out over his eyes, which are normally covered by a pair of moleish tunnelling goggles- modified to fit his face. Underneath this, he wears a jerkin, and underneath that a set of alchemist’s robes, slightly altered to allow him to run more easily.
In battle he uses a crossbow, his quiver tucked away inside overcoat, and has a comically large butchering knife for taking parts from prey he hunts to gather his ingredients. Finally, he has a leather satchel that contains chemicals he has gathered on the field, or a new concoction he wishes to try out.

Finally, he has two pairs of gloves that he keeps tucked in a pocket. One is a thick pair, designed to protect his hands in the heat of combat, the other much thinner, and designed to protect his hands when handling dangerous chemicals- made from hardened milksap.
His mount- a bombardier beetle with a slightly shiny black shell, has a saddle near the head of it. This saddle also includes two large bags that hang down between the creature’s legs. The bags themselves are stuffed with down from various birds and have thin partitions between them, in order to carry reactants.

Personality: Flint believes that mice are creatures that are inherently capable of great feats, and are only held back by their natural instincts. Because of this, he himself tries to be as much of an exception as he can be. He works in the most modern field of alchemy when he’s not on the battlefield, deliberately hunts down creatures that most mice would try to avoid if they could, such as his bombardier beetle, and constantly toils to make more spoorwall juice in order to expand the area that the kingdoms can expand.

When fighting, you’ll rarely find him at the back of the lines, despite his crossbow. His bombardier’s saddle is designed to allow him to stand both forward and backwards on it whilst still firing, and he has been known to charge his beast in rear-first, using its chemicals in combination with explosives and carefully placed bolts.

The only time he’s ever taken cover was when he encountered an owl, and in that circumstance, nobody really blames him for hitting the deck.

The Guttersnipes of Lydin

@Irredeemable
Surely you don't meant to say that several large knives, a sabre, two revolvers, bullets and some heroin are hard to come by on the civilian and black market in the heart of a booming empire where crime and inhuman industrialization run rampant? After all we are criminals, we don't follow gun regulations, if any are in place. Plus other urchin gangs are at our soles, and warfare between those gets quite hectic.

@Instigator

I generally want to stay away from all out violence. You've got to pick a pocket or two, yes, but street gangs actively fighting in the streets is A, asking for the redcoats to stomp down, and B, not very effective when you have the Strangefellows.

Mouseguard/Redwall Inspired RP

Flint

”Success is something garnered from failure. Without failing once, you can’t succeed. Hence why I have very little fur left on my paws. I tend to fail a little more than once.”

Name: Flint of Rushhaven

Rank: Watcher. Not that he would want to climb higher- chemistry is much harder to do when one is also taking on a leadership role.

Appearance: Flint is a very average-looking brown mouse, although his choice of fashion is very much not average.

He wears moleish digging goggles designed to keep dirt out of a mole’s face and eyes whilst they are burrowing into the ground. Whilst modified somewhat to fit his face, they are invaluable when he is creating a mixture, or when he is using the mixture in the heat of battle. Apart from this, he wears a simple pair of thick, farmer’s trousers, a white (or, as white as he can get it,) overcoat, and two shirts.

His paws have very little fur left on them thanks to his experiments, although one is unlikely to see this anymore thanks to his tendency of wearing gloves nowadays, and his whiskers are kept shorter than most mice have them, in order to not interfere with his work.

His mount- a bombardier beetle with a slightly shiny black shell, has a saddle near the head of it. This saddle also includes two large bags that hang down between the creature’s legs. The bags themselves are stuffed with down from various birds and have thin partitions between them, in order to carry reactants.

The Guttersnipes of Lydin

@Instigator Pretty troublesome. Not the urchin gang thing so much as the pistols.

Mouseguard/Redwall Inspired RP

@71452K

He butchers the ants, he doesn't keep them. Their pheromones are useful for spoor, but not that helpful in most other situations.

Mouseguard/Redwall Inspired RP

I have just learnt that formic acid, found in ants, and hydrogen peroxide, found in bombardier beetles, is extremley unstable when mixed and then heated.

Shaking generates heat.

It's like they want me to make ceramic acid bombs.

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