Reeve

( Name=Reeve Slater. Job=Infantryman of Nantrich. Reeve is a 5'6", 39 year old anthro stoat with white fur, round ears, a muzzle, sharp teeth, whiskers, paws, claws, and a bushy tail. He wears a short, black elbow-length cloak, a dark tunic, a belt, and dark pants. He carries a dagger. Reeve is cynical, weary, very skeptical, grizzled, observant, frustrated and often tired, mentally and physically. He keeps his friends close, and his enemies closer. He would rather die than spill a secret. Reeve abstains from drinking often - not that he doesn't enjoy a good ale every once in a while, but he's seen how an alcohol addiction plagues the mind and a part of him fears it consuming him as well. He doesn't enjoy his job. Hell, he hates it. Reeve doesn't enjoy being cruel. But, he has a job to do and doesn't want to disappoint his betters by leaving a job unfinished. He likes spring, and wildflowers. In his youth, he was born into a famine, his family fought to survive and as he grew it made him struggle with the reality that life simply moves on whether you have a grip on it or not. On the outside, he does act cold and stiff, and cranky, but he has a soft inside. Reeve keeps this part of him locked away, so it doesn't get exploited or abused. Despite being a footsoldier, seeing death still makes him pretty uneasy. He still accepts it as a fact of life and a grim part of his job, though. )