Kenya Arven(done)

[kenya]

Name:: Kenya Arven

Gender:: Male

Age:: 15

Species:: Mouse

Appearance:: Ken is a very handsome mouse, though has been mistaken for a rat on several occasions. He has thick, silky black fur which is longer then the normal mouse's, and pure black all the way around except for his white pads and a small tuft of white fur on his chest, shaped like a flame. He has a tail which is longer then the normal mouse, along with bigger paws. His body is lithe, narrow, and sleek, with hard, wiry muscle beneath the inky fur. His ears are slightly smaller then a normal mouses, his nose a bit sharper and smaller as well. This is because he is a alpine, or northern, mouse, so his body looks quite bit different.

His eyes are a pale blue in color, with a slightly haunted expression in them. He has quite a few tattoos across his face and torso, all in the colors of white, silver, and blue. A few dots around his ears and outlining his muzzle, two stripes parrel to a silver one running down his muzzle, and a web like pattern on his left shoulder and a spiral on his torso. This is what has people mistake him for a rat, with the tattoos, leaner body, and smaller ears. He has quite a few scars across his back, long and stretching from either side from whip lashes, pale white against the black fur and skin.

Kenya will wear little jewelry, just a simple leather necklace, more like a strap then anything else, with a carved piece of walrus tusk in it. His clothes are simple as well. A white jerkin, a little like a vest but with slightly longer sleeves and tighter around the waist. His pants are loose and easy to manuvuer in, anything from black to crimson to white. He has a long sleeved coat whenever it gets cold.

Personality:: Kenya, when not in battle, seems to have a rather quiet, thoughtful personality. He rarely speaks, simply watches with his strange, haunted eyes. He seems a bit too tense though, a bit wired, as if scared something bad will happen, because every place he has called home has been completely demolished. Not cold exactly, nor shy, just alone. Animals tend to stay away from him, too, eyeing the strange tattoos and weapon. He doesn't open up about his past, that takes some digging, but he can be kind and socialable when you get to know him, perhaps a bit quiet though. Despite seeming a bit solitary, he wants company and a relationship, though it takes a lot for him to admit it, even to Duma. He hates how much he has killed, and it keeps haunting him, giving him horrible nightmares. And yet he can'tHe gets a restless longing inside of him if kept away from battle for to long, a need to get revenge.

He is fearless, reckless, and numb in battle, which makes him not only a danger to his enemies but to himself. He is overcome by bloodlust, a dreadful loneliness, and a thirst for revenge. He will keep fighting till he is almost dead, despite inguries he takes. Because of this Duma often travels with him to make sure he doesn't kill himself. He does have morals, but its split between those who have done him harm, IE vermin, and creatures who haven't. It scares him, how he can kill without feeling.

History:: Ken was born way up north, far away from redwall, where they land was blanketed in snow and the most dreadful creatures reined. Fearsome wolves; bigger then any predator seen around Redwall. Wolverines; as large as the badgers and just as dangerous, foxes, and a whole manner of horrors. He was born into a small tribe of alpine mice, who travelled across the mountains, patrolling and fighting. They were brave warriors, though very honorable, and he was taught to use a spear and knife from a early age.

Unfortunately, his life pretty muchly went down hill from there. Still very young, about 4 perhaps, his family was captured by a clan of vermin led by Brak, a albino wolverine with bright red eyes. He basically ate his prisoners, and Ken had to watch his family die one by one, either from illness or someone eating them for supper. He tried to lead several rebellions, even at that young a age, though they were all completely sqwashed and he severely whipped and punished. He did, however, gain there respect from his spirit and courage, the only reason they kept him long enough to reach the ocean. He was the only one to survive, and was literly on the brink of death until they arrived at the ocean where he was sold as a slave to a crew of vermin pirating the seas.

He had only a few months to recover before they set sails, were he worked in the gally's. Just before this, however, he managed to escape, and hid out in a nearby town with a group of animals. He stayed there for a month, and it became his second home until they came to destroy it, killing all of them but Duma, Kenya, and Jek. Jek was a squirrel, a excellent bowman, and a great person, but he could never hurt a fly, let alone a vermin, even if it was to save his life. Duma was a ottermaid which stayed with Kenya through the end.

All three were catured and sent to the gally. They lived under the harsh blow of the whip, rowing constantly. After a year on the ship, it crashed on a reef, and they would have drowned had Duma been there. Jek, however, was to weak and died anyway, but Ken managed to survive. Both were weak, and they stayed with a group of water shrews, regaining health. Yet again it was destroyed when attacked by bandits, and finally Duma and Ken went back up North to seek revenge. They managed to find the wolverine, who reconized Kenny by his tattoos, and they killed the entire clan. He took from it the black spear and the corded necklace.

Sense then they have been travelling across the land, engaging vermin in fight, attempting to free the land of the blight. Only very recently have they came to Mossflower, and more recent still have they been attacked by a large group of foxes. He fought until he was almost torn to ribbons, and Duma carried him out when unconscious, carrying him to Redwall, where he has just arrived and is currently in the sickroom.

Roleplay Example:: It was dark again, inpenitrable, constricting in on his sense, making breathing nearly impossible. Irrational panic filled him, though he couldn't place why. Suddenly, two narrowed red eyes stared at him, and he opened his mouth an-

Duma had clamped her large, webbed paw over his mouth, gently as she could while forcing it shut. He gagged, open his eyes, and glared up at her with his pale eyes. Removing her mit from his mouth, she grinned slightly and said; "Why, tis be sleeping beauty, you alright?" He raised a eyebrow in question, she added in a quieter voice, "You were about to scream. Again. Which wouldn't be very go'd and respectf'l, eh mate?"

He stuck his tongue out, then sat up, feeling a bit woozy. "What happened?" He asked. "Did I get that fox?" His tone was sharp, and he looked ready to spring out of bed. He was in no condition to, arm in bandages, as wells as his head and torso.

"Your not going anywhere, tiger. Sliced into itty ribbons. You'd be dead had I not dragged you out and brought you to redwall. Again." He atared blankly at her, before repeating, "Redwall?" "Yes, bozo, some castle in the woods which allowed you in. A haby, or something like that." She gave a nocomital shrug.

"Well, I feel great. Lets go." He started to get up, but her hand was quicker then a snake and held him back. "Not a chance." He glowered at her. Held prisoner by his own friend. Fine. I can get out later. He thought grumpily.

Code Words:: Yummilishous Strawberry Cordial

Other::
Spear: This is his spear, not the man in it. He also has two long daggers on each hip, which he uses as close range or throwing weapons.
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