((Hey hey! Something with a little history!))
((I believe I interpreted this right, as the American Revolution, right?))
Name: Rayleonarde (aka. Ray)
Species: Raccoon
Gender: Male
Weapons: Basket-hilt saber, Kentucky Long Rifle (essentially, the first marksman rifle), and a brace of pistols.
Clothing: A patchwork Great-coat, beat-up tricorn, patched up pants, and knee high boots.
Instead of being one of the military's tools, I decided to become a mercenary, working for the highest bidder.
Age: 18.
Personality: Both parents died, leaving me borderline psychotic, and unable to feel remorse or regret.