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[center][color=Red]"We watch over a house divided against itself. The petty kingdoms of Gnaw must be forged into a single people."[/color][/center]

[color=598527]Name:[/color] Galan of Splittree, of Glendale

[color=598527]Rank:[/color] Watcher

[color=598527]Appearance:[/color] A brown mouse with bright eyes. Though he longer makes his permanent home in the trees of the Glen, his coat retains an oily shine common to the mice from there. His distinguishing feature is the distinctive flare of his ears, as if he is always at attention. Galan has received his red cloak, the color chosen because his mentor noted that Galan, though still just a green band at the time, would tell every mouse he could that he was a Redwatch mouse, and the cloak would save him the trouble. However, Galan has only recently graduated into the ranks of the Watchers, and he still has a bit of water behind his ears.

[color=598527]Personality: [/color]
Galan is a partisan, a trait that is perhaps undesirable in a member of the Redwatch, though he thinks that partisanship is exactly what the Redwatch needs. He believes himself to have a lively intellect and spends his free time reading historical tracts. His reading has only deepened his already zealous loyalty to the Redwatch, seeing it to be the fragile string that binds the disparate mice kingdoms together. 

Galan's village is carved into a large tree which had its heartwood exposed by lightning long ago, making the structures especially hardy. As a child, he was impressed that those mice that came before were able to eke out their living, even thrive, in a world that was even more full of danger than the one he knew. He grew up on stories of these and others of the first Glen mice, of the hardscrabble settlers who came and went, and especially of the militia of the Redfort. It was they who had made his village possible, and so he felt he owed them homage.

With the values he had learned from these stories, Galan found the current carelessness of the mice of the Glen, their easy acceptance that this was as it has always been and will be, baffling. He believed that the way the mice lived their lives could rupture at any time, and he watched with awe the local Redwatch members who fought to prevent that.

So when Galan came of age and could decide for himself what to do, where to go was never in question; he left for the Redfort with a wish to be part of something greater. It was there that he learned to read and write. Though he had the aptitude to be a scribe, Galan insisted on training as a Watcher. It was during this time that Galan learned of the frequent incursions into mice lands, the chipping away of the Westercroft. But he also learned of the suspicion that accompanied a Redwatch member wherever one went and the belief, shared even by some in the ranks, that the time of the Redwatch should come to an end. It was then that Galan understood that mice society as it now existed would eventually, and must, end.

Though Galan is loyal to the Redwatch, his loyalty to the monarch of Redfield, let alone the nobles of the other kingdoms, is questionable; he feels that their luxurious lifestyles is what insulates them from understanding the consequences of what is to come and their jealous suspicions to defend their noble titles are what prevent the people of Gnaw from being greater than what they are. He keeps that close to the coat, however. 

Galan is confident, but protective of his pride. Though he is generous to friends, he can hold a grudge for far too long. He devours ideas, though one could say it's ideas that devour him.
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