Goats' Grassy Knoll

:Name: Eugine-Prescolf
:Taken Name: Murphy
:Meaning: Sea Warrior
:Pronunciation: Mur-Fee
:Alias: None
:Age: Three years
:Sex: Male
:Species: Jackalope
:Height: 11" (From tail to ear tips)
:Weight: 13 lbs.

: Likes: Fruit, dark spaces, being carried, hearing new stories
:Dislikes: Rain, mold, insects, walking everywhere (gets lost easily), heat
:Loves: Telling stories, making stories of those he knows
:Hates: Getting lost, getting wet
:Fears: Being burned again, being eaten
:Strengths: Impeccable memory, good hearing, sensitive to weather change/air pressure, brave
:Weaknesses: Almost completely blind, still very small
:Summary: Murphy is a storyteller. It is his calling, his passion, the one thing that drives him to keep going. He cannot see, but he can listen, and this he does very well. He is usually very quiet, listening to the world around him so as to better maintain his bearings, and to also understand more about others where the facial features he cannot see would otherwise explain. When he does speak, his voice is often small and soft, his tone kind if a bit distant. When he speaks, he is usually telling a story, or speaking out loud his ideas of a story to tell of someone he knows; of their adventures, or an epic battle that they have faced. His memory is a well refined tool; tell him something once, and he almost always remembers every word of it. For things that are longer, it may take a retelling for him to fully commit it to memory, but he always gets things to the t.

Never one to truly show anger or frustration, Murphy merely grows particularly quiet and cold should he find himself in a foul mood. He isn't one for dealing with babysitting youngsters, as his near blindness proves to make him an easier target to toy with. But when they are settled down and well behaved, he enjoys reciting story after story for them. So long as they don't toss him around or get him any form of wet or damp, he can't be found to mind them much.


:History: Murphy knows he was born in the forest; the other creatures he wandered with told him that much. How he got to be the personal pet of two legged creatures was nothing more than a blur to him. What he can remember was a gentle human, a young male, who cared for him until he was an adult. Life was simple and quiet for a time. He traveled with the young man he had come to know as his master, who was a trader of sorts.

This was all to change, however, shortly after Murphy had turned two years old. His master was heading towards the next town where he would sell his wares when he came across young orphans. They were old enough to care for themselves; not quite adults, but not mere children. They were harmless, or so it was thought. They traveled with them quietly for some time. There was one girl, and what appeared to be her younger brother. The girl was afraid of Murphy, not quite sure what to think of him, while her brother seemed wickedly intrigued. He was constantly trying to get at the animal, whether to stroke his fur backwards or pull on his ears. Murphy tolerated it for some time, yet as they neared the town, things went very downhill.

The young boy had been tormenting Murphy every chance Murphy's master was away, and the creature's patience had worn dangerously thin. At the time the accident happened, his master was out gathering fire wood while the young girl prepared the food for dinner. A steady fire was already burning, and the boy had gotten a hold of Murphy, and had been carrying him around, tormenting him. He neared the fire, dangling the jackalope just over it. Frightened and at his wits end, he clamped his teeth down on the boy's hand, being released and promptly dropped into the fire. Murphy caught quickly, but managed to scramble out before he found himself dead. The girl poured a vase of water on him to put it out, but not before some damage had been done to him. Badly burned and nearly completely blind, the children took Murphy and left him in the woods far from the campsite. When his master returned, they told him a dog had come and eaten him.

Left to die, Murphy almost met his end. Had it not been for an elderly and likely senile woman, he likely would have. But as it was, he was picked up and tended to, facing infection that further took his sight and left him with this woman longer than he expected. However, it was while staying with this old woman that he realized his knack for telling stories and his vast memory. The other creatures who stayed with her passed on stories from their generations onto him, telling him it was no his duty to make sure no past was ever truly forgotten. So, once he was fully healed, Murphy set out on his own, though his pace was slow and bumbling.