[hider=Morrys of Fenhold][center][color=indianred][b]"[i]No songs are sung for the true watchers, for the true watchers earn their glory in the muck, far from home.
If they sing of my gallantry after I die, my ghost will know I neglected my duties, and I shall haunt this fort for a hundred years.[/i]"[/b][/color][/center]

[color=indianred]Name[/color]: Morrys of Fenhold

[color=indianred]Rank[/color]: Watchguard

[color=indianred]Appearance[/color]: Morrys's most immediate details are his least flattering -- He is missing his tail, most of his left hand save for his thumb and forefinger, and his left leg from the knee down. His ears, which appear to have once been fairly large, are now tattered and short, and there is a serrated ring of missing fur on his torso and back where he was once picked up in a raccoon's jaw. Morrys is riddled with scars of blades meant for slashing and stabbing alike, to the point that his hairless streaks of scar tissue build up into patches of baldness. His right eye is milky white, closed halfway by a healed axe wound, while the left side of his face caves into a visible dent where he was once struck with a morningstar. Morrys's fur is gray-brown, having grown nearly white around his nose. Morrys wears a pegleg strapped to his stump with a leather binding, and has a rosey pink cloak earned for his then-pleasant boyhood demeanor, which has grown frayed and dirty where it drags behind him. To assist his movement, Morrys carries a blackthorn cudgel he is known to strike the heels of Greenbands with.

[color=indianred]Personality[/color]: Morrys is a deeply unpleasant, if ruthlessly efficient mouse. I'll finish this later.

STR: 8
[sub]In his old age, Morrys has considerably weakened. As a Greenband, he was allegedly strong enough to pull a carrot from the ground.[/sub]

CON: 16
[sub]Morrys has been on six ranges past the spoorwall, the fourth of which he walked back to Gnaw holding his skull together, and the sixth of which he crawled back with one leg.[/sub]

DEX: 3
[sub]Morrys is an old mouse with one leg, one eye, no tail, seven fingers, and a penchant for pipe-smoking. You would be hard-pressed to find a watchmouse in worse shape.[/sub] 

CHA: 10
[sub]Despite being disliked by nearly every mouse under his command, his seniority is respected enough for his orders to go unquestioned.[/sub]

INT: 16
[sub]For all his faults, Morrys is a pragmatic survivalist who has not stayed alive all these years through sheer chance.[/sub]

LUC: 11
[sub]Morrys's continued existence stands as a testament to the gods taking the good mice young and letting the cruel live into their old age.[/sub]


REP: 1
[sub]Over the years, Greenbands have given Morrys a dozen nicknames, none good. The three that have stuck most are Morrys the Mangy, Morrys the Mangled, and Morrys the Miserable.[/sub]

Equipment: Morrys's Cudgel - 5 Points
[sub]A blackthorn cudgel filled with lead at the handle. Surprisingly flexible.[/sub]

Traits: Stonefaced - No Gnawer or Gnasher can successfully intimidate Morrys.
Stonefooted - Morrys cannot swim, run, or climb.
Strong Stomach - Morrys can eat food in early stages of decay. 
Greywhiskered - Morrys sees half as far as other mice.

Trade: Morrys came from a compost farm in Glendale, and has a strangely attuned knowledge of worms, flies, and other decomposers.

Friend: [b]Matthos Mothrider[/b], a Watch Captain who now oversees the Redfort armory, owes a life-debt to Morrys. During Matthos's first venture past the spoorwall, a ranging which had been Morrys's third, their party was set upon by a flock of magpies and split up into two trios. Matthos was eventually cornered with Watchguard Morrys, a veteran ranger, and Watcher Agnes, a fellow first-time ranger who had fallen ill early into their expedition. Knowing the magpies would be distracted with squabbling over one assured meal rather than fight for three, Morrys gave Agnes to the flock to assure his and Matthos's safe escape.

Enemy: [b]Serana of Stormreach[/b] harbors a deep grudge against Morrys, unbeknownst to him, stemming from his refusal to dive into a river after her son who had fallen in. Serana's husband was the one to retrieve their son's body after the storm, a sight that caused him to hang himself within a fortnight. With the death of her breadwinning husband happening after she had grown too old and gray to remarry, Serana now works in a brothel in Stormreach, scheming against the Watch however she can, waiting for her paths to cross with Morrys' once more.

History: Morrys was born in Fenhold, a fishing village in north Glendale. The third son of a prominent compost farmer, Morrys came to the Watch somewhere between being a boy and a man, after quickly becoming disenchanted with a childhood of riding dung beetles and worm-herding. His young age at recruitment made him a Greenband for longer than most, making him a fully competent Watcher early into his career. Morrys has graduated ten Greenbands in his career, and has sat on the council for two Watchguard appointments. Were he not famously cruel and crippled, he would be a candidate for a position as Watch Captain.[/hider]