[@Dusty] Love it! Thank you so much for submitting a character, and sorry for the delay in getting back to you. 

I've included the majority of my character's information within this post. Unfortunately, school and work have eaten most of my free time.. so I haven't gotten as much done as I'd like. I'm hoping to finish the remainder of his personal history tomorrow. I just didn't want to give off the impression that I'd abandoned this. 


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Name: Hamilton Stout 

Age: Sixteen

Height: 5’ 6”

General Appearance: Before his unfortunate transformation, Hamilton was an average specimen for his age. He had an athletic build fitting for an active young man. His skin had a soft sunburnt glow, like a brick from the wall of the Red Pub. Hard brown eyes shaped like thin almonds. Lush black hair that was shaved at the sides above his ears, and braided into a small ponytail near the back of his head. 

Now his appearance is, at best, peculiar. A hunched, muscular body perched on thin ankles and short, padded feet.  His skin drips with long black fur, and his hands are armored with claws. A wide snout peeks out from beneath his large hood – a piece worn at all times outside of The Aerie to conceal his beastly form. 

Special: Nothing out of the ordinary physically, save for the whole badger conundrum. 

Belongings: A staff too big for his stature, and a cloak that doesn’t fit quite right. An old set of druid robes, a rucksack from home, and a mysterious red stone. 

Parents, Dead or Alive?: Hamilton never knew his real parents. He was raised by his master since infancy. He could only assume that they were dead. His master, too, was murdered. 

Existing Family: None 

Personal History: [As Hamilton will be a catalyst for change in many (if not all) of the participating character’s lives, I don’t want to reveal parts of his past too early. Hopefully, this will encourage honest reactions from the readers as well as the characters playing.]

Hamilton’s first memory was evergreen. He’d belonged to the Hunting Wood and every forest beyond it since he was a small boy; chasing rabbits, fishing, collecting pebbles from chatty brooks, and nuzzling into the folds of a great black bear were all chapters in his childhood. 
[WIP]

How You Joined the Macliar Rats/ The Aerie: That’s where our story begins..

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