Are you a morning person, or more of a night owl?
I am, in the morning as much as ever, both bright of eye and bushy of tail!
What’s the first thing you notice about a person when you meet them?
I… have found that certain individuals possess a glint of the predator about their bearing. It is a trait I watch for keenly, lest it catch me tragically off-guard.
You see a huge spider in your room, what do you do?
Fear not, my allies! I shall nimbly spring ‘twixt this fearsome stranger and my charged wards, the better to ward off any ill intent!
If you could go back and change one decision you made in the past, what would you change?
…there was a gnoll, within the catacombs, when we were ambushed. A dogcatcher. I had him disarmed, and had left him to yield - alas, I had not counted that he would simply press upon us a new attack with his own claws and teeth. In my panic to escape capture, I regret to confess I struck him too deeply in the throat. And from this, I faltered, and within mere seconds my charge and I were captured nonetheless. That dogcatcher’s fatal blood served no purpose to any soul. A stain upon my honour from that hour forth.
Tell me about your first kiss.
‘Twas upon the hand of my lady charge, when I was sworn to her protection, and no more sacred oath could I have sworn her!
Do you give people second chances?
Surely an opponent befriended is more surely vanquished than one pursued?
Are you a cat person or a dog person?
Nay, but a rabbit! A duel to he that calls me a dog - so grave a besmirchment of my honour!
Do you think you’re attractive?
A true Princely swordsman must be dashing of looks and wit, as much as blade - what use a thorn without its rose?
What’s your worst habit?
I have been known to let my enthusiasm get the better of my sense of stealth or decorum, on rather more occasions than would avoid embarrassment.
When was the last time you cried?
While in captivity within the dark bowels of the Barker knave’s wretched vivarium, I wept in recognition that I may never see my lady charge again, and have failed in my duty, and betrayed a promise to my liege. And yet, the entangled briars of our sundry destinies displayed other plans!
Are you a good liar?
Fie upon the suggestion! I am a knight of honour! …unfortunately.
What’s your biggest pet peeve?
I cannot abide unnecessary violence and treachery, though those may go beyond mere peevishness. I suppose I am more frivolously irked by those without humour.
Have you ever had your heart broken?
I confess, I have not yet known the subtle and intimate chivalries of romance - my heart remains thus light and unburdened!
Are you more likely to use your fists or your words in an argument?
A word may be elegantly cutting, where a fist may only be blunt and cruel!
What’s something you’re naturally good at?
From a young age, my nimbleness has been unparalleled - as has my skill to provoke and cajole!
What’s something you had to work hard to be good at?
My skill with the blade has come from many years of unswavering practice!
Can you tell when someone is flirting with you?
I would not be so uncouth as to presume such intent unsaid!
Do you think money can buy happiness?
Nay! Happiness comes from dedication to others, and finding joy in the very escapades of service.
Do you believe in destiny?
My blessed liege has preached a cunning design for even the smallest and most unassuming of creatures within the great games of Brambleson the Prince of Rabbits. I would not presume any to know such matters better than he!
Are you a good cook?
I partake of my chosen sustenance raw, to preserve its freshness and nutrition! But I am blessed with a certain deftness of salad preparation!
What do you think happens after you die?
It is my firm hope that I shall be borne nimbly to the holy Briar Patch in recognition of my service to my liege!
Did you have to grow up fast?
Nay, I was gifted with the nimbleness to dodge and parry whatever slings and arrows may be thrown my way, in life as in combat!
Who do you look up to?
Why, my comrades, and my chevalier, and most of all my liege, Brer Bigwig, to whom I am in fealty!
When you go to a tavern, what do you order?
A whisked carrot juice, garnished with the greens.
What do you like most about yourself?
You shall find no nimbler nor more eager blade in all the Brambleknights, good creature!
What do you like least about yourself?
I do wish I had the head for spiritual introspection and rational thought displayed by many other of the Bramble Church’s servants, among them my lady charge and my blessed liege!
Do you want kids someday?
Egad! A most large and consequential query! And yet - am I not a rabbit? I have never been a creature to strive against nature!
Are you a planner or more spontaneous?
I am at my most formidable when reacting on my feet in improvisation!
Can you keep a secret?
If I am sworn to, I shall try, yet I would not consider it among my most prodigious talents…
Do you like being the centre of attention?
Better all eyes be distracted by me than left to wander towards those less adept at defensive swordplay!
If you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what would you do today?
I would serve my liege, to the best of my ability, in whatever fashion I were entasked! I may fear death, but not so greatly as I reject dishonour!
Do you enjoy getting all dressed up for a special occasion?
An arresting change of clothes can be quite the entertaining change of pace, though I do tend in most times to stick to my uniform out of pragmatism.
Where do you feel safe?
Within the Warren, under the wise tutelage of Brer Bigwig Briar and his Brambleknights, moreso than any other locale - though in the field, I shall settle for ‘behind a blade’!
Do you love or hate being alone?
E-gad! It would not serve my constitution even to think of it!
What’s the last nightmare you remember having?
Ah. Wolves, it regarded, and snakes, and a great many creatures of unnatural hair, and a great encroaching harvester machine of silver and marble. A dreadful sense of too many enemies on too many sides.
Do you admit to mistakes when you make them?
Upon my honour as a Brambleknight!
Do you want to grow up to be like your parents?
Dearest mama and papa - I envy not their civilian lifestyle, but I cannot fault their honour.
How do you deal with being sick? Are you stoic or super whiney?
I shall complain as stoically and loudly as any other!
What did your parents expect from you when you were born?
A good Brambleite, no doubt, and it seemed they had thought I might grow to follow one of their own tracks, of either berry or blossom - yet, when I sought my calling elsewhere, I went with their blessing.
Do you have a strong sense of style?
Haha! You noticed!
Would you rather camp outdoors or stay the night in an inn?
I have spent many a fond night out of doors in the camp of my comrades, hidden within protective briars. Were it safe to do so, I should be eager to return to such simple pleasures.
Is there a food that most people like but you absolutely hate?
I have come to learn a quite shocking volume of citizenry above and below the Warren engage quite liberally in open carnivorism, which leaves me deeply ill-at-ease.
Are you more of a hoarder or a minimalist?
A rabbit is nimbler when not weighed down! I have my vestments, and my blade, and my sense of panache - that shall serve me as well as I require!
Are you superstitious?
Deeply! The tangle of fate and the whims of those beings that guide it are far beyond my capacity to deconstruct!
Are you the kind of person who remembers people’s birthdays and pet’s names and stuff?
Alas, nay, but I shall commit myself to the task if required!
What do you do to feel better when you’re sad?
A bracing sword drill always helps to bring one out of one’s head and into one’s reflexes!
Is it hard for you to trust someone?
As befits a lifetime in service to my comrades, I trust easily! …too easily, I have come to fear.
Are you susceptible to peer pressure?
From those my duty and honour binds me to, egads yes! But to all others, my heart remains as tightly secured as my sinew!
If you decided to stop adventuring and settle down, what kind of job would you take?
I lack the intellect for the Petal Archives, I fear, so would have to take up service in among the Tangle Tenders of the Berry, as did my father before me.
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
But what I am: a Brambleknight of the Briar, in service to the noblest cause!
