#minstrel-mouse

[clemsfilmdiary]

Ye Olden Days (1933, Burt Gillett)

Mickey Mouse #55

4/25/23

[sleepynegress]

While I'm On Claudia...

THIS storyline she's in right now? ...is yet another example of the show gleaning more depth than the original incarnations of the characters because of race.

Her role as Lulu is popular for the most part because of its minstrelsy elements, which were big in that day. Her large eyes, her dance routine, the exaggerated smile, her laying an egg like a cartoon bird and not a human, her schadenfreude and "death" as comedy... She is playing a live-staged minstrel cartoon character, many of whom in that era were modeled on exploitative caricatures of Blackness.... Including the original Mickey Mouse. Which makes her plight that much more tragic, beyond being frozen in girlhood. It's not even a true girlhood, but one mocked and marked by her color. It's brilliant, but I think it went over the heads of a lot of viewers.

[alanshemper]

jfc the emotional connection that people have to a racist minstrel show character. he's not the "people's mouse"; he was an entertainment product to sell to racist white Americans, who would have immediately recognized and appreciated the minstrel show references at the time.

If you desire hard proof of Mickey Mouse’s racist past, check out Steamboat Willie, his first popular cartoon short from 1928:

Throughout, Mickey and Minnie behave with the familiar “coonish” childishness of minstrel characters; they’re even dressed like them. The true umbilical connection, however, starts around 3:35. You’ll notice that when Mickey relies on the boat’s hook arm to grab Minnie from the shore and then unceremoniously drop her on the ship deck, sheet music flops out of her bag. But not just any sheet music; it’s a very specific song — “Turkey in the Straw,” the signature tune of Zip Coon, the co-founder of blackface minstrelsy. Even if you haven’t heard of him, Zip Coon inspired a song you definitely know: “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah,” a title phrase that comes directly from the chorus of “Turkey in the Straw” (“O zip a duden duden duden zip a duden day”).

June 2020

[cacodaemonia]

As we're all very aware, we live in a time when open hatred of many marginalized groups has been growing. And as many others have said, it's super fucking important that we stop fighting amongst ourselves over relatively minor issues when there are people who quite literally wants us dead, or at the very least, silent and subservient.

Punching down and sideways to attack the people who are 99% on our side might make us feel superior for a little while, but it's important to ask ourselves if attacking other marginalized people helps anyone.

With that in mind, I wanted to remind all of us that language, culture, and iconography all change over time, and not everyone keeps up with those changes at the same speed.

As an obvious example, 'they' is now a much more commonly used singular pronoun than it used to be. It's meaning has expanded and changed subtly.

Another example is the comedy genre in general: movies and TV shows from even a few years ago relied on humor that many of us now see as tasteless at best and dehumanizingly cruel at worst.

Then you have things like reclaimed slurs. For some of them, their meanings have changed multiple times.

We've also got all of the microlabels among queer folks, which are rapidly multiplying and evolving. Many of them didn't exist 2 or 5 or 10 years ago, but now they might be the most central part of someone's personality.

Pepe the frog is an example of an image whose meaning has radically shifted in a short period of time. What was originally a harmless cartoon was appropriated by the US alt-right movement and is now considered a hate symbol (though the ADL acknowledges that 'the majority of uses of Pepe the Frog have been, and continue to be, non-bigoted').

On the opposite end of the spectrum, you have characters like Mickey Mouse and Felix the Cat, who were designed to be minstrels. Now, of course, almost no one associates Mickey Mouse with blackface or racism.

Those are just a handful of examples involving the English language and the internet's largely American-centric culture, but there are obviously many, many more. All of this is difficult enough for native English speakers to keep up with, but we should also bear in mind that, for many folks, English isn't their native language.

I've seen awful harassment by queer people against another queer person just because her English wasn't perfect and she used a term that, at that time, wasn't considered the correct one by the people who attacked her.

We should also keep in mind people who have other language or cognitive difficulties (I'm honestly not sure how to phrase this, so please don't assume I'm being derogatory or cruel—I am one of those people).

Even for those of us with the best of intentions, all of this can make online interactions feel like navigating a minefield because many people exclusively engage in paranoid reading of everything from novels to shitposts.

I think all of us would be better served if we stepped back for a moment to consider questions like, "Does this person have malicious intentions?" and "Is this something that causes real harm to real people or does it just bother me, personally?" and "Will calling this person out or shaming them help anyone?"

A lot of us are on the same side, and we might have slightly different beliefs, but we don't need to be enemies. Wasting our outrage on each other is exactly what our real enemies want.

[the-gershomite]

Mouse Guard Minstrel by David Peterson

[princess-of-the-corner]

Oh Miraculous names/thoughts?

I am still pretty pleased with my Mouse!Chloe as Mademoiselle Millions!

Alt name for Tiger!Juleka or for Tiger!Chloe is Violet-Tigress as Violet flames are apparently the hottest flames. (Can also be mis-heard as Violent-Tigress)

Alt Mouse!Name that could apply to a few people is Legionary.

Always a big fan of Catastrophe, usually for Black Cat Chloe.

Fox!Chloe I was musing on recently could be Madame-Minstrel, or Vixen but that name is taken lol

Ladybug!Lila could chose Coleoptera but pronounced like Cleopatra.

Virago for any girl who is eager to just throw the fuck down.

Brunnhild or Shield Maiden for a potential Turtle User.

Chimera for way too many unification or a Prodigious User.

Oh, random aside, but Mei Shi also comes with a Miraculous Tool, they have the orb/ball as their melee weapon!

Can totally see it being made spiritual after a kick so it goes through objects and then turns solid again for a surprise hit XD

oh hell yeah

[sapphic-boy]

"The coiner of the term transandrophobia is a rapist!! So was the creator of the shinigami eyes extension!!!" Okay and fanta and Volkswagen were invented by nazis and modern gynecology was discovered by assaulting slaves and various English terms have racist origins and the "eenie, meenie, miney, mo" rhyme used to have the n-word in it and Mickey mouse and goofy were originally based off of minstrel shows and various scientific discoveries were made by nazis and many musicians beat their wives or dated teenagers and many artists and authors were bigots in some form but I guess we should just wipe all that off the face of the earth and start clean and fresh and only have products and words and art made by pure holy unproblematic sweet little darlings who've done nary a thing wrong regardless of if whatever they coined or invented is, yknow, useful and beneficial

[amoebaforce]

I'm unsure if requests are open but if they are

Any odds you could do something with Urianger and the other scions comforting a WoL (who uses it/it's if that's fine, if not they/them works too) who has been brought to an emotional breaking point over missing G'raha Tia during ShB. Who, to the WoL's knowledge was nowhere to be found in the crystal tower, and is not in the first.

(Sorry if the phrasing with this is bad I'm not fully sure how else to phrase it. I think I should include here that it'd not be all the scions at once but like, if one of them specifically noticed.)

Sticking with Urianger for this one, anon. It deserves to be fleshed out and not tacked on with other Scions (but if you want those too, please ask).

tags: angst, G'raha x WoL shipping, gn!WoL word count: 780

Urianger can't sleep. No matter how tight he draws the curtains, no matter how far he buries himself under duvets and pillows, the ever-burning sky is just too bright. Groaning, he pushes himself up from his borrowed bed and blinks into the pale-gold clouds.

"Blasted Light," he mutters, slipping a dressing gown over his shoulders.

Urianger ties his robe and shoves his feet into a pair of slippers, then pads out into The Pendant's arched hallway. It must be past midnight, but a lonely violin melody floats up from somewhere below, slow and sweet as flowing honey. The song of a fellow night-owl, unwilling or unable to shut their eyes. Urianger sighs.

By the time he realizes his body is moving, it's too late to resist. He follows the sound down, down, called as if by sirens, until he finds its source: a single bard in an empty courtyard, taking advantage of the isolation to practice some sheet music. At the sight, Urianger is... oddly dissatisfied.

Why? he wonders. It's not like he was expecting anyone in particular. But as he turns to leave, a flash of movement catches the elezen's eye. Along the courtyard's farthest edge, tucked up on a bench, is none other than the Warrior of Light. Urianger freezes. Confusion stings at his senses, even stronger than the garish sky.

And once again, he's approaching before he can think. The Warrior perks up at the sound of his steps, shoulders stiffening as though they've been caught in some nefarious act. A pang of sympathy passes through Urianger's chest.

"I see you, too, are plagued by restlessness tonight," he offers slowly.

The Warrior's purple-ringed eyes shift to the empty space between their shoes. They gesture to the empty seat beside them. Urianger nods and settles in, and for a long moment, no one speaks. The bard plays the chorus twice, trying to correct some imperceptible flaw.

"This song," the Warrior says suddenly. "It reminds me of one back home."

Urianger hums. "Which one?"

"I don't know its name... I don't even remember the words. But I know the minstrels in Mor Dhona used to play it late at night, when it was just me and Raha-"

The Warrior pauses mid-word. Urianger steals a glance, only to find their eyes misty with tears.

"I'm sorry," they say. "I just... I miss him."

The Warrior's sorrow overflows, breaths hiccuping in their chest. Urianger freezes like a mouse in the shadow of a hawk. His heart stutters, sodden with guilt.

Godsdammit, why does he always end up here? Forced to lie, to double-cross and obfuscate in service of some grander plan, even when it hurts his friends. Why does it always have to be him?

Perhaps this is my burden, he thinks. Perhaps this is the cost of seeing ahead.

But that doesn't make it feel any better. Urianger knots his hands in his robe, hiding his whitening knuckles.

"Do not apologize," he replies. "We have all left much and more behind."

"I know," the Warrior sniffs. "It's just... G'raha said he'd be inside. I saw him go inside, but we've looked and looked for weeks, and he's nowhere."

"That does not mean that he has suffered any great misfortune. The tower is vast and esoteric; there are myriad places yet to explore."

But it is pointless, a crueler thought scolds. He has been here all along, right in front of you, and I am the reason you have not realized.

Urianger shakes the notion away.

"Gods, why is this happening?" the Warrior weeps, burying their head in their hands. "Why isn't it enough to be ripped away from home and deposited into this horrible place? Why did I have to lose him, too?"

"You have not."

"Yes, I have. Just like everything else I've ever loved."

"No," Urianger says, fiercer than he means to. "No. Once we have cleansed this benighted land and fulfilled our destiny here, we will find a way home, and you will see that not all is lost. I swear it to you."

The Warrior blinks at him, and Urianger fights the urge to wince. Has he said too much? Has his impulsive declaration invited questions he cannot answer?

But then, the Warrior wraps their arms around his shoulders and pulls, folding Urianger into a grateful embrace, and the elezen blows out a relieved sigh.

"Thanks, Urianger," they say. "You're right. As long as Raha is out there somewhere, I can't give up looking for him. I mean, what kind of hero does that?"

Urianger utters a half-hearted chuckle and pats them on the shoulder.

"No such hero as you are, my friend," he tells them.

[theforgottenmcrmy]

live reactions to house of the dragon season 2, episode 4

spoilers beneath the cut

Starting off with Ghost Hunter Daemon (TM pending)

More young Rhaenyra!!!

OMG

Nah is this HOTD or a f’ing psychological horror film?!?!

Just how long has Daemon been hanging out in Harrenhal?

Poor Oscar’s face at Daemon’s suggestion😂😂😂

Are we getting Bloody Ben this ep?👀

Rhaenys can see Corlys in Alyn’s face. 100%.

I can only hope Corlys’s affair happened before he was with Rhaenys. They truly seem to care for one another.

Funny how last Lord Velaryon goes from fully supporting Rhaenyra to referring to her as “that woman”.

SHIT, the stone dragon’s head falling off- freaking foreshadowing…

Alicent, idk if I’d be asking questions you’re not sure you want the answers to.

Alicent using moon tea after having her own affair with a the Captain of the King’s Guard. Young Alicent would be rolling in her grave.

Finally, Corlys get some control here.

See, Criston Cole could at least be referring to Rhaenyra as “Princess.” Calling her “the Whore of Dragonstone” so publically speaks volumes about his character.

“You’re not fit for the white cloak.” Lord Darklyn spitting out FACTS.

“Yours will come in kind.” DAMN RIGHT IT WILL. And it can’t come soon enough.

Cole avoiding Harrenhal because he knows who’s waiting for him there 🤭

“That castle is more crippled than I am, Your Grace.”😂😂😂

Aegon is definitely echoing Joffrey here, with wanting to know exactly what his council knows and has been up to.

Ooo, Aegon vs Aemond seeds here…

“The two of you have been plotting without my authority?” Yes.

Between last episode and Aemond speaking Valyrian here, they must be feasting👀

Aemond speaking Velyarian with ease, Aegon not so much…

Aegon’s a monster, don’t get me wrong, but objectively speaking, I have to feel for someone in his position. He’s an actual puppet. He didn’t want this, but they made him take it. And now that he has it, everyone’s trying to take the actual power from his hands. You almost have to pity him.

Bruh if Alicent is pregnant I stg…

Larys is such a creep, I cannot. Matthew Needham is so great.

What in the awkward love triangle is going on here…

I’m calling it right now, somehow, some way, Larys is going to play a role in Criston Cole’s death.

Alicent doing research to verify if Rhaenyra was telling her the truth😭😂

Some editor out there PLEASE use Alicent’s speech here about “the significance of Viserys’s intentions died with him” years from now, when the series is complete. It will hit so hard.

Like, I get Harrenhal is haunted and Daemon is being targeted, but I just find it a bit difficult to believe that he truly is just *hanging out* and getting haunted instead of more actively trying to meet with lords and get soldiers. In my opinion, i think the writers are asking a tad bit too much of the viewers here. Have Daemon make progress during the daytime, only to be haunted and have setbacks at night. We’ve been led to believe he hasn’t been able to actually accomplish much at all yet.

How’d he know she was a strong?😂

Alys is a cat playing with her trapped mouse Daemon.😂

Maybe Alys is really Larys’s daughter. They both have a knack for creating chaos and taking advantage of whatever situation they find themselves in.

Willem Blackwood?!?! As in the young boy who slayed the Bracken at Storm’s End during Rhaenyra’s tour all those years ago?!?!

Lmao, the Blackwoods hate the Brackens so much, they’re really out here asking Rhaenyra and Daemon to finish off the Brackens first and THEN they will pledge themselves to her cause.😂😂😂

Aegon, this is a small council meeting, not a minstrel gathering for your entertainment.

Lmao, the frat boy king’s guards shoulder checking each other.

Aegon: I’m the king.

Alicent: … OK? … and?!

Alicent trying some tough love parenting, too bad she’s about 10 years too late.

Ser Gwayne is really like “I did NOT sign up for this, wtf?🤨”

Goodness, episode is already more than halfway over and we’re just now seeing Rhaenyra😅

Jaceeee, that is your MOTHER. I’d mind your tone.

Good, we want the Rhaenyra who means business. 🔥

Rhaenys😭😭😭 I’m already tearing up and she’s only just volunteered to go to Rook’s Rest. I will not survive this.

Rhaenyra telling Jace about the Song of Ice and Fire 💔

PLEASE, Rhaenys’s head gear being reminiscent of tiara- stoppp.💔💔💔 QUEEN.

I’ll probably say this every episode, but the music always slays. ALWAYS.🖤

Chills. And we’re only just starting.

Vhaegar was like, “oh, not yet? Fine by me.”

Cole really should have pursued a career in public relations instead with that little speech.

Idk if I can even watch this, because of the dragons suffering… the visuals, the sounds. it’s too much. I don’t think I’ll be able to rewatch these parts again.

Aegon realizing he was caught in the collateral damage…

Noooo, Rhaenys, you could have fled😭💔

Lmao, all the ground fighting just stops to watch the dragons fight instead.

Night night Cole.

Rhaenys having a SECOND oppurunity to flee, and yet not doing so…

You can tell she knows how this ends😭

Rhaenys, going out like a true Dragonrider… just like her beloved daughter always wanted for herself.

It was very rough seeing the dragons go at each other, but I’m comforting myself with the fact that Meleys and Rhaenys went out with each other, and that neither had to truly outlive the other.

Cole seeing just how replaceable he truly is. It’s what you get. *middle finger*

Will Cole have a moment here? Maybe rethink a lot of his life’s decisions? Or will he learn nothing from his very close brush with death?

OMFG. I WILL NOT BE CONVINCED AEMOND WOULDN’T HAGE ENDED AEGON IF COLE HADN’T BEEN THERE…

Wow, Cole actually preventing a kinslaying. It’s been a longggg time since he’s gotten a point in the good column.

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Overall, I’m honestly a bit distraught from the events. The battle was very well executed, don’t get me wrong, but also was extremely tough to watch/listen to.

And just life that, the season is halfway over already😭

“Bend the knee to ME, or your house burns” THAT’s why the trailer with that audible clip was so rough sounding…

Regent Aemond is coming… don’t get me wrong, he’s crazy, but he’s playing the long game. You have to give me points for that.

[laughingsour]

I’ve completed up to chapter 6 of Paper Mario: The thousand year door and I just have to know why is it that everyone is sleeping on the lore of the heroes of a thousand years back?

The ones whose story is told by the minstrel mouse in Rougeport?

I mean, just hearing their story as a fairytale made me excited and they sound like fully fleshed characters with flaws, pasts and strengths.

I wanna know their full story! How they interacted with each other, how they looked, how the world under the control of the demon was like and then can you imagine what it felt like to get cursed like they did? After all their trails they saved the world but despite their efforts they didn’t get a happy ending themselves.

Why is there no fanart or fanfics or something about them?

[mismaeve]

Underneath the Autumn Skies

→ Underneath the Autumn Skies, Maglor x Reader, fluffy drabble G/W: None A/N: Wifey @kanafinwe-makalaure!!!! Finally, with a huge delay and for that I am super super sorry, but here is your birthday present. I really hope you will like it. I'm really not sure how I feel about this story because I'm so out of my comfort zone right now with Maglor, but all nervous rambling aside, I hope you will be able to enjoy it. I love you so much!

You pursed your lips in fear of letting out the mischievous giggle that had been brewing inside your throat for the better part of the hour. Wishing to still your pounding heart, you risked breathing out softly through your nose, covering your mouth with your hand when your lungs screamed for the crisp autumn air.

Your already franticly beating heart picked up its pace when you heard the ever-soft crunching sound of the leaves, crumbling and bending underneath the soles of his boots.

Crunch, crunch.

“Where are you, the light of mine?” he sang softly in a voice made of the purest silk, flowing effortlessly through the golden-red thicket, touching the tenderness of your very soul.

You closed your eyes at the sound of footsteps approaching closer, slowly, as if your beloved minstrel was taking his time savoring the hunt.

Crunch, crunch.

“Brightest star of my soul, why don’t you give me a sign,” the voice sang, so close yet not near enough for him to find you in your little hiding spot beneath a large tree whose branches hung low enough to form a neat dome around its trunk, the now golden canopy of leaves providing you with excellent cover.

“A heart so gentle and pure, I cannot keep away,” Maglor’s voice filled the chilly autumn air, floating all around you like the last pleasantly heated kiss of the summer sun.

Crunch, crunch.

“My little dove, how I long to make you mine and by my side have you stay,” his sung words filled your heart with enough warmth to kindle a sun of your very own deep within the walls of your gleaming soul.

Crunch, crunch…..crunch.

You held your breath, expecting to hear the steady sound of leaves breaking and dissolving beneath his steps, but there were none. Everything had grown silent, windless and breathless, not even your lungs dared to scream for much needed air.

 Maglor was near, of that much, you were sure. The tiny hairs on the back of your neck were rising in anticipation, goosebumps prickling your skin and slowly setting it afire. You could neither see it nor hear it, but you knew very well what was coming.

An excruciating silence had fallen upon the leaf-woven dome of your hiding place while the very air around you seemed to pulsate with vigorous excitement. You expected to be pounced upon, like an unsuspecting prey falling victim to a far more superior predator.

He was a hunter after all. A fierce and unforgiving creature, a villain of a different kind capable of striking fear in so many hearts. Except for yours.

Never yours.

When firm fingers bore into your sides, you squeaked like a mouse that had finally been caught in a trap and had nowhere left to run or hide. Before you knew it, a force beyond your own humble being had pulled you through the soft thicket and into the slowly fading daylight.

“My little bird,” he whispered softly into your ear, sending a commotion of flickering butterflies down your chest.

Strong arms wrapped themselves around your frame in a way that told you he wasn’t planning on letting go of you anytime soon.

“You found me,” you giggled in delight as you turned around and faced your captor, your hands quickly finding home on his chest where they could feel the steady beating of his heart.

“I never lost you, my light,” Maglor murmured as he bobbed his head down and allowed his warm lips to press a kiss to your forehead.

Satisfied that your beloved could track you down as effortlessly as one draws a breath, you leaned up and let your lips meet in a kiss that left you feeling more flustered than you would have cared to admit. His abilities of making you swoon surpassed even his greater talents for music and murder, a fact he only too gladly reminded you of every little chance he got.

“Do you want your reward?” a breathless question broke from your lips and was devoured by your shared breath.

“Anything you give me I shall treasure for all the days to come.”

 “Play me?”

Maglor picked you up, cradling you against the firmness of his chest, he proceeded to step through the thicket and into the secluded clearing beneath the leaf-made dome where you had been hiding only mere moments ago, sheltered and hidden from the rest of the world, with rising stars as your only witness.

“Gladly.”

→ Gif by @olivieshka → Divider by @firefly-graphics → Taglist: @heilith @eunoiaastralwings @i-did-not-mean-to @warriormirkwood @a-contemplation-upon-flowers @augustwithquills @missymoo02

[rjalker]

So

Is Pete an anti-black caricature? Because this little set up has the vibe of a racist caricature.

I know there's a book written to talk about this exact stuff (Birth of an Industry: Blackface Minstrelsy and the Rise of American Animation, by Nicholas Sammond) but it's not on the web archive yet so I can't read it.

Mickey's iconic white gloves are apparently a reference to minstrel shows from the time that everyone back then understood without question, but the reference has faded from public awareness.

[ID: A screenshot from the 1928 Mickey Mouseo animation "The Gallopin Gaucho", showing Pete, a large black cat with a wide white face and big black nose, leering down at a terrified Minnie Mouse. Pete is wearing a sun hat, has prominent, crooked teeth, and wears a loose white overall with a single strap. End ID.]

This animation also has a really blatant racist caricature as well

[thehours2002]

on my mind because of steamboat willie entering the public domain... do higher ups at disney and wb not redesign mickey mouse and bugs bunny without the minstrel gloves because to do so would be to bring unwanted attention to the characters' problematic orgins? is it because they assume this isn't an association that would register with their target audience?

[diversegaminglists]

Currently free on gog.

13th December 2022.

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

Grab a FREE copy of Ghost of a Tale on GOG.com

Ghost of a Tale is an action-RPG game in which you play as Tilo, a mouse and minstrel caught up in a perilous adventure. The game takes place in a medieval world populated only by animals, and puts an emphasis on immersion and exploration. It features stealth elements, disguises, conversations with allies and enemies, and quests.

You’ll be able to explore the secrets of Dwindling Heights Keep and navigate its dangers. Tilo is not much of a fighter, so stealth and nimbleness are your allies when confronted with enemies twice your size. Talk to the characters you meet and leave no stone unturned in your quest to find Merra, your true love…

[fernrisulfr]

Underfoot

Character I’m actually currently using. A Bard that plays almost like a Rogue. My third attempt at a Dragonheist Campaign and it’s going well so far. His name is a homage to a Halfling from another game I was in by the name of Halffoot. 

Halfling (Lightfoot) -  Bard (College of Swords) - Criminal - Chaotic/Neutral

Concept: Halfling (Lightfoot or Ghostwise) - Bard/Rogue/Warlock? - Criminal/Smuggler Former member of a WereRat Thieves Guild. Left after getting cold feet over a particularly bold scheme, inadvertently sabotaging it, and is now on the run from the WereRats. Plays the Lute or a Balalaika. Cowardly and skittish by nature.

Note: Possibly change Class. Doesn't strictly need to be a Bard, and unsure how being a Bard actually plays into it. Rat Bard partially inspired by Omen Sight.

Martin Redwall, nickname "Underfoot". Cowardly. Former member of a Wererat Thieves Guild. Got cold feet about a particular job and bolted. Group was known as the Wharf Rats. Probably from Waterdeep?

Maybe make him older, drop the high cracking voice, re-work cowardice, and make him the former leader of the Thieves Guild, or a higher ranking member. Got cold feet and tried to get the others caught before making his escape. Still on the run.

Backstory Used:

Born Martin Redwall, in the lands bordering the sea of fallen stars, his was a childhood stricken with poverty and very little else of interest. In his latter years, and for a long time, he was member and leader of a gang known as the "Wharf Rats", a band of Wererat Thieves plaguing the coastline. Being the big cheese was the good life, at least until it wasn't. One of the other members became increasingly zealous in his call for the group to aggressively expand their operations and influence. Worse yet, a number of others agreed. Concluding perhaps he was getting a little old for these games of cat and mouse, he hatched a plan to get the entirety of the gang caught minus himself. Setting up a job, he then discreetly informed the local authorities to turn it into a trap…and a right fiasco. A generous description would that things didn't go to plan. On the positive side, the chaos was more than enough to make his escape, sitting in the negative column was the fact wererats didn't really allow people to leave a clan.

Fleeing west under the guise of a travelling Minstrel, he was able to obtain the services of a Cleric of Waukeen in removing the wererat curse in return for a "generous donation to the church". Eventually his flight took him to Waterdeep, a good place for one to disappear thanks to it's size. Unfortunately being on the lamb tends to mean one owes favors, and one such favour was about to be called in.

Notes:  - Loves Cheese. - Cheese Puns - Cagey

Appearance: 3′2, 40 lbs. Heterochromia, one blue one hazel. Black hair, tan skin. Scar over one eye. Hair and beard/mustache are immaculate and positively dashing. Red shirt with a high collar kept closed. Long boots and long leather gloves, both black. Gloves are fingerless for that light touch. Black hooded cloak with a clasp, furred collar. Belt for tools pouch and potions. Wields a rapier and a parrying dagger.  Has three tattoos. Two on the right bicep, and one on the left. On the right: Two stylized rats around a solid circle forming a lock, their tales make a band around the arm and look like waves. The second is a stylized rat wearing a crown with a crescent moon on it. On the left: A pair of coins, one with the profile of Waukeen, the other Tymora, both facing forward. Once again heavily inspired by https://paleo-punk.tumblr.com/ take on Halflings, so very hairy. I suggest you check them out, their artwork is fantastic.