Carja

Nov 252011
 

The coon looked at himself in the mirror, “Truly I am a loveable rascal!” He turned to see himself in profile. “If ever there has been a fur as good-looking as I, I’ve yet to meet him. Yes, Richmond. Truly you were blessed by the deities.” He stood admiring his reflection for a good twenty minutes before finally turning away.

He picked a speck of dust from his neatly pressed chemise. “I need to look good, for today I meet with the lord.” He shook his head, smiling, “What am I saying? I cannot NOT look good!”

He was dressed in bright scarlet with a black leather sash across his chest, “One such as I, should never blend in the crowd.” A short black cape hung to his waist. His black gloves were half-tucked in his belt.

“And of course, the most important piece of my tenure,” He affixed a red domino mask over his eyes. It neatly covered the natural black mask around his eyes, but nothing more. “For no one must know that Richmond Raccoon is actually Red Rich, hero of the downtrodden!” He was not only a dandy, but also a dimwit.

He fastened his scabbard to his belt and took the opportunity to examine himself in the mirror once more from several angles. “Yes fur, you are ready!”

Valiantly he strode out of his simple dwelling…and was immediately splashed with mud by a passing carriage.

Nov 232011
 

From the journal of Ardebast Raconteur:

I was in the port town of Vawsing when the tallest bear I’d ever seen, or have seen since came lumbering from the woods to the south. I expected panic and while there was certainly a sense of apprehension from the townsfurs, nobody seemed to make much of the apparition. I asked my friend Runsel about the behemoth, and he told me, “That’s Barnaby. He comes into town from time to time for supplies.” He would go on to tell me that this Barnaby was a hermit who lived in a cave in the woods. As Runsel was telling me what he knew of him, the big bear left, just as quietly as he had arrived. Perhaps I was imagining it, but I could swear the town let out a collective sigh of relief that nothing bad had happened.

Now this was a story and if there’s something I can’t resist, it’s a good yarn. I pledged to myself  then and there that I would meet with this Barnaby. That was five years ago and I’m still waiting for the opportunity. Somehow he has evaded my attempts. I’ve heard tell that he’s somewhat of a slow-wit, but he’s obviously quick enough to maintain his privacy.

Other than his uncanny ability to remain hidden when he doesn’t want to be found, he has earned a reputation as a defender of the little fur. More than once I’ve heard a rabbit or a squirrel talk of how Big Barnaby saved them from bandits. Maybe it’ll take me getting mugged in the woods to meet with the big fur.

Carja’s Notes:

Barnaby is so far the only character that was originally conceived for the Funnies. Until this very instant I hadn’t given much thought to what kind of role he might play in the main Age of Animus canon. He has yet to appear in any stories. As such, he may undergo some changes when I finally decide to use him.

In the Funnies, Barnaby is supposed to be a loveable doofus. His eyes are different sizes to symbolize his eternal confusion. I wanted to give him a distinctive verbal mannerism to show his slowness. “Duh!” was a little too conventional, so I decided to go with “Derp!” instead.