Scarecrow

Hehe... His right eye is nearly sewn shut save for a slim gleam of color glaring at you. His tail is but a bloody stump of its former glory. His left check was slice and sewn in cross stitch from the corner of his lip to the base of his ear which is spit right in half. There are stitching spanning from his life elbow up to the top of his shoulder blade. He walks with a slight limp for his right hind limb the tendons were nearly sliced through giving him weakness in that leg.

Twisted | Maniacal | Vengeful | Soft Spoken | Speaks in Riddles | Loves to play 'Games' | Devious | Intelligent | Cunning | Wicked | Creature of the Night

Well you see this boy was not very nice, no he was not. Got into many fights he did. As a result he ended up being scooped up near death by a local animal rescue group. His body had been lacerated nearly beyond recognition. The team did everything they could to save the male's life, but in the end the could do nothing more than let his life slip away in their hands. Unlike most traveling into the Afterlife, Scarecrow's wounds did not heal nor go away. He long since forgot his birth name and has gone by the name whispered on the winds by those cowering in fear of the patchwork tom.