Name: Daniel Whicker
Known as (title):
Goes By(nickname): Daniel
Species: rat
Birthdate: winter
Age: middle aged
Body's build: small and lean
Origin: no one knows

Eyes: black and bold
Scars: A myriad of scars litter his body from head to toe, Blisters sheath his arms right up to the repugnant crooks of his paws, the rat’s battered tail, which matched his mangled ears, extends outward from body. One scar stands out among the rest like an oasis nestled in the desert; it spans the length of his spine from the base of his neck to the trunk of his dingy tail. There a serpent bit into Daniel’s back injecting poison into the site. The band of rats rushed their leader to the medicine squirrel of the forest and persuaded him to help. She had to cut open his back and introduce maggots to the wound to devour the decomposed tissue. The near death experience had not change Daniel in the slightest; he still remained the same spiteful rat.
Fur/Markings: Dirty brown fur covers his body like an old carpet ready to be thrown out
Attire: a hooded garment
Armor(if any): none
Accessories: none
Weapon Of Choice: chipped sword
Appearance: looks like a dirty rapscallion
Personality: ornery, narcissistic, and vulgar
Special skills: stronger than two rats combined
Weaknesses: Standing at the size of a mouse Daniel often looses his temper over the issue of height
Fears: death by the hand of all those he's wronged, though he will never show it
Likes: rum, plundering, beating the weak, his evil geniusness
Dislikes: many things

History: Once a leader and reduced to less than nothing
Orientation: straight
Love Interest: none
Quotes: "Oi ain't no damn mouse"