Rumbalo the Thief

[samuel]

Your character's full name: Rumbalo the Thief
Age: He is in his prime. He forgot his actual age seasons ago.
Species: Weasel
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance:

He is a normal sized weasel. This means that he is somewhat small, thin, and flexible, but very strong. In order to maintain anonymity, he keeps much self-discipline to not wear jewelry or tattoos that could be used to identify him. He is blessed with brown eyes that make him less noticeable as well. In addition, he has a dark brown coat like most weasels.

He wears a dark-green wool cloak which when the hood is covering his face can pass him as a redwaller or woodlander from a distance. The cloak also helps him blend in to the scenery.

Belongings:

He carries a long dagger passed down to him from his master thief as his weapon and often tool. He also carries other belongings in several pouches hanging from inside his cloak. Among them are a lock pick set, a blow dart gun, poison darts, and some gold and jewels for bartering. He also carries a small horn which he can blow to signal to his friends that he is in trouble.

Job or Position:

thief

Personality:

Rumbalo has a seemingly dark personality, but he mainly doesn't want everyone to know who he is. To friends, he is doesn't talk much, but is otherwise very friendly. He has a somewhat dry sense of humor and likes to make cynical remarks about things. He also likes to be facetious. He is very sensitive to being caught and makes it extremely hard by squirming and biting and such, but when subdued, he goes absolutely silent. He eventually may let out a biting remark to his captors.

History and Background Information:

Not much is known about Rumbalo's lineage. What is known is that one day, an experienced thief was picking through the remains of a camp after a vermin attack. After hearing a whimpering sound the ferret thief found baby Rumbalo crying in a bush nearby. First the thief was disgusted, but then when he looked into the baby weasel's eyes, his heart moved. The ferret looked the baby over and realized the weasel could easily grow into a great thief. The thief began to like the idea of having a pupil to pass his knowledge to. The weasel stopped crying and started making a sound like, "Rumbado," or "Rumbalo," so the thief named him Rumbalo.

The thief would not tell any beast how he took care of the baby, but Rumbalo eventually grew into quite a capable young thief. The two together robbed many goodbeasts and vermin alike.

But as the ferret aged, he lost much of his physical capabilities. One day, two brutish stoat thieves ambushed the older creature as he went to the river for water. Rumbalo came just in time to watch the ferret lunge with his dagger at one stoat as the other stoat plunged a sword through the old thief's heart. Summoning all his self-control, Rumbalo waited until the stoats had gone before trying to save his master's life. It was too late however, and the master thief passed his belongings on to Rumbalo.

After burying his master, Rumbalo tracked the two stoats down. One he killed with a poisonous dart while he was forced to confront the other in combat. The stoat was big and strong, but Rumbalo's master had trained him to be quick and powerful. The weasel thief had been trained to explode with a ferocious yet calculated attack and then to run away before the defender could recuperate. This time however, Rumbalo fought to kill. His timing was perfect. On the off-tempo, he sprung forward and plunged the his dagger deep into the stoat's chest.

After avenging his master, Rumbalo went on doing the only thing he knew how to do: steal. It was all he could do to keep his mind occupied. Eventually he became very successful and became finally at peace with himself; he had so far lived up to his master's legacy. The old ferret would have been proud; he had even stolen pies from the famed Redwall.

Eventually, he was caught trying to steel a particularly tasty looking cake from a small clan of water voles. At first the voles were outraged and some wanted to kill the thief, but eventually the wise leader of the voles saw use in Rumbalo. A family heirloom, a gold medallion, had been forcefully taken by a band of ravens when most of the males were out on the river. Seeing Rumbalo's remarkable talent in getting so far into the vole's cave unnoticed, he offered Rumbalo a chance to redeem himself: to go steal back the gold medallion. Rumbalo seeing a chance to save his life, took the job. After a perilous adventure into the raven's nesting area, the weasel returned with the medallion. Of course the ravens returned but this time the males were waiting with bows and arrows.

From this instance, a friendship was born. At first Rumbalo didn't like the close knit vole clan, but after being fed by them and welcomed for his deed, he began to feel at home. The voles said that they would happily barter for anything stolen from vermin and other foul beasts. In this way, Rumbalo found something he had been missing in his life, true friends. He often slept by their caves and feasted with them though he mainly liked to listen to them (especially their stories) and occasionally give some input. The water vole "Rivermaster", Baren Krakel even slew several rats that had gotten onto Rumbalo's trail. Rumbalo often got transport with the water voles on the river and often bartered stolen vermin loot. He often scouted around the area and warned the voles of various vermin activity as well. He found Baren Krakel's son, Skarlon Krakel, to be a close friend and occasionally spent time on patrols with him.

However, he was not a total goodbeast. He still liked to steal food from Redwall and even set a goal of stealing one or two of the finely badger-crafted weapons of the long patrol. The voles always encouraged him not to steal from goodbeasts, but Rumbalo did not see the difference; to him, if a beast is not a part of the water vole clan, he/she is fair game.

Any other details:

N/A

[Aalai]

Approved--

But can you describe his fur?