Character Bios:
Name: Amadeus Longtail
Species: Field Mouse (Albino)
Gender: Male
Age: 4 seasons (Teen, 14)
Description: Average height for any field mouse male, white fur, gray eyes, and a scrappy looking blue/white shirt.
Personality: He is one to hold a grudge, and is under normal circumstances very quiet and calm. He has tendencies to rebel sometimes, which is normal for a teenager. He is a pacifist that dislikes using violence to resolve his problems.
History: It all started when Amadeus was just an infant, at three seasons old. At that time, the land was divided equally among nobles and the land was at peace. Amadeus's family weren't the richest, but they definitely were happy within their tiny village. However, one day Amadeus's village was raided by horde rats. These rats belonged to the command of a badger warlord by the name of Brutus the Barbarian. Even his name suggested what he was infamous for. What the horde rats did was take Amadeus from his family, burn down the village, and take anything else they could of value. Amadeus was taken far from his home, over an ocean on a boat, to a wood and stone fortress on an uncharted island. It was there that Amadeus became a work mouse for Brutus, doing hard labor such as mining for minerals that would later be used to refine into weapons for the horde. It wasn't all bad however, as he and the other slaves did what they could in the small shelter they were given for fun. They stole some scraps from the kitchen at times, and enjoyed their simple life. Amadeus however, had begun to dream of a life outside these stone and wooden walls. In a world where he didn't have to get whipped, and humiliated on a daily basis.
A breeze ran through the great hall of the wood and stone fortress. Brutus the Barbarian was seated at his feasting table, reading over some reports he received regarding his progress in conquering at least part of the mainland. Brutus frowned as he read over the papers in his black and white furred paws. He grazed his rather large, black beard and let out a loud snarl throwing the papers across the room. He then threw the huge table across the room, and it hit the wall, breaking apart. Two guards stationed in the room ducked for cover with their paws on their iron helmets.
"Fools! I've waited three years for you to take at least part of the damn mainland! Three years! All you have to show for it is another shipment of slaves! Do you honestly think that I need anymore laborers?! NO! I want LAND! Somewhere to put those laborers!" Brutus roared, with his booming raspy voice. His purple cloak blew with the breeze, and his iron armored chest heaved slightly. Brutus panted for several moments, looking away from the rats.
"What else do you have to say? If I hear any more bad news, one of you is going to end up like that table." Brutus murmured quietly, with a very aggressive tone. One of the guards gulped, and shakily stood.
"S-Sir! We got a huge shipment of food, weapons, and slaves! If we keep this up, we can have land conquered by the next-" The rat was interrupted due to the mighty paw of Brutus gripping his throat and lifting him into the air.
"Don't tell me what you are doing, tell me when it is done!" Brutus snarled as he threw the rat onto the floor. The guard shakily stood up once more, and scampered out the great hall with his comrade.
Brutus panted some more as he gazed around the great hall. He looked at all the shields, swords and drapery that decorated the wall. He small grin tugged at his lips. These were all his work. He pillaged all of it on his own, and built this barbaric empire since he was a young boy. It was only a matter of time that he expanded to the mainland, and from there became ruler of all the land. Everyone would bow to him, respect him, and most importantly, fear him.
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The moon shone brightly down on the little village of slaves that were enclosed within the fortress. The slaves had homes of old straw, mud and some wood if they were lucky enough to obtain some. In the middle of the village was a huge fire, that all the slaves gather to, in order to cook their meals, keep warm or just entertain one another. Tonight was a night of all three, as they were cooking what little fish they had, kept warm by the fire and talked amongst themselves. A young adolescent albino mouse was feeding the fire to make sure it stayed alive. The reason he never let it die out was because the fire sort of symbolized the hope, the spirit and the life of the slaves. Should the fire go out, it would mean devastation for them all.
Amadeus cleaned some soot off his raggy, patched brown shirt. His white fur was already charred in some places from being so close to the fire that night. It was a regular day for Amadeus. From early in the morning, up to the late evening he had done some regular chores and back breaking labor. He received several lashings from the whippers, because he was going to slow to their liking. He didn't say a word, nor did he shed even a tear from the torture. He didn't want to give them that satisfaction.
Besides all that, Amadeus noticed that some new slaves were brought over and many of them were upset because they were taken away from their homes and families. There was one that caught Amadeus's attention as he moved some wood around in the fire with a rusty iron rod. She was all alone, secluded from all the other slaves. It was dark were she was, and Amadeus could not see her all too well. He got up from tending to the fire and walked towards her, with a stick of fire to act as a light so he could see her and try to make her feel just a bit better. Then again, there was nothing to feel good about. Amadeus had never seen them whip ladies, but he was sure they were verbally abused on a regular basis by the horde rats.
"Hey there. Any reason you chose to sit back here in the dark and cold?" Amadeus asked as he sat next to her, making sure not to sit too close in case she became uncomfortable. He stuck the end of the stick into the ground, so that the fire didn't burn his fingers when it ate away at the wood.
