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Here we go again! This time, I couldn't resist the allure of the ratty fandom, and here's my dream rat incarnated into a character for them.

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Name: Rattus
Nickname: Rat (Close friends may call him Tussy)
Gender: Male
Age: 6 Months
Breed: Rattus Norvegicus, Dumbo Eared, Single Rex
Sexual Orientation: Biromantic, Heterosexual
Religious beliefs: Believes in the Ancestor lore.
Other: --

Pelt description: Thick, curly fur and whiskers from the rex gene. Chocolate Blazed Berkshire.
Eye color: Black
Any scars or injuries: Some small nicks here and there, but nothing shows past his thick fur yet. Twin puncture marks on his back can be seen if the fur is parted, from where he was picked up by the dog, but they'll heal completely by the time he's a year old.
Accessories: --

Pack: Barn Rats, Born and Raised
Rank: Brute
Mentor: --
Past Mentor: Unknown, Deceased
Fledgling: --

Mother: Unknown, Deceased
Father: Unknown, Deceased
Sibling(s): N/A (Make one? ;D)
Crush: --
Mate: --
Offspring: --
Other relations: --

Strength(s): Intelligent, Decently Strong, Good Jumper
Weakness(es): Claustrophobic, Large Size limits travel, Fur soaks up water like a sponge, Minor Myco Flare Ups in the Spring.

Likes: Summer Nights, Heights, Positive Attention, Meat, Coffee Beans
Dislikes: Wet Fur, Tight Spaces, Dogs, Voles/Mice, Winter/Spring

Personality: Rat was a bright kid with big ambitions. As a youth, he was eccentric, and a show-off. As an adult buck, he's still a show-off, but his size makes it harder to keep up like he used to. Due to his Myco problems, Rat tends to spend wet or dreary days indoors, to avoid flare-ups. During the summer, as long as the weather is nice, he's usually outside assisting the Scavengers with their work, protectively on the look-out for danger, and quite enjoying his time in the fresh air. He's a social creature, and prefers the company of many others. He becomes lonely very easily as a result.

Rat's a bit biased and a bit of a jerk because of this, though. He has no patience for other rodents, particularly mice and voles, which he believes to be posers, like they wish they were rats, but are just too small and pathetic to be so great a creature. This biased opinion was bred into him by his parents, both unknown figures now, as they would've died when he was very young- likely from infections in the lungs, due to a family curse- Mycoplasm. He would've been raised by the Nanny rats in the pack, and thus, has little care for family values other rats might find important.

As a pup, he once got stuck in a bottle. This event led to his claustrophobia- while being surrounded by warm bodies is good, cold dirt or hard concrete are quite the opposite. At five months, he was chased and tossed around by a dog- he escaped unharmed, but has since hated dogs for this reason. Likewise, he hates humans because of their part in breeding dogs and making bottles, all that horrible stuff.

History: Born to a less than healthy pair of dumbos- mother was a double rex, father carried a single rex gene. Before he even grew fur, his mother passed from an infection in her lungs. His father followed shortly after, but was never truly in the picture to begin with. As such, Rat would've been raised by the Nannies of the pack. In time he would aspire to become a Brute, for no reason besides the thrill of the fight, if ever he got the chance. He would train under a strict mentor, who would die a week after seeing Rat ranked, taken by surprise by a cat. Though saddened by the loss, resilient as ever, Rat pushed on and remembers his fallen mentor fondly. He thrives to become as great a Brute as he can be, to make his mentor and his pack proud.

RP Example:
He could feel the vibrations in the ground long before he could hear the sound of galloping paws racing towards him. Rattus crouched lower in the grass he'd been exploring, seeds dropped in favor of having all four paws free- he'd be running soon. The beast was closing in. Five months old, Rattus had no idea the dangers that came with confronting a dog- but he was a Brute! Such large beasts would surely prove to be a threat to the pack! So, he waited until a big, black nose came into view and then he struck.

He felt his teeth sink into flesh with mild satisfaction, but suddenly, his world was turned into chaos. The dog reared its head with a thunderous yelp, Rat still attached to his nose as it flung itself about, trying to shake him off. Soon, the pain of being yanked around by one's head and neck became too much and Rat indeed went flying, into some shrubbery nearby. The dog, now angry and challenged, sought after him. Stunned and dazed, Rat didn't see it coming- the dog snatched him up by the skin on his back and flung the poor rodent into the air with a mighty toss of its head. Rat shrieked in terror as the world fell away, and the closed back in at such an incredible speed. He'd never fallen so far before- perhaps, if he hadn't been stunned, he'd have thought it fanciful, the view he'd had from so far up.

However, he would land in a heap of bruised muscles and tattered, wet fur, far from where the dog now ran about, called home by its human master. Rat lay still, stunned, gasping for breath against strained lungs and bruised ribs. Battered but not broken, he'd eventually wander back home, to his mentor and family, to be seen to by a Healer and given his rank on time, if only to reward his bravery and survival...

Seeds amount:
Joining | 3 seeds

Total: 3 seeds

Transactions: --

Description

Here we go again! This time, I couldn't resist the allure of the ratty fandom, and here's my dream rat incarnated into a character for them.

-----------------------------

Name: Rattus
Nickname: Rat (Close friends may call him Tussy)
Gender: Male
Age: 6 Months
Breed: Rattus Norvegicus, Dumbo Eared, Single Rex
Sexual Orientation: Biromantic, Heterosexual
Religious beliefs: Believes in the Ancestor lore.
Other: --

Pelt description: Thick, curly fur and whiskers from the rex gene. Chocolate Blazed Berkshire.
Eye color: Black
Any scars or injuries: Some small nicks here and there, but nothing shows past his thick fur yet. Twin puncture marks on his back can be seen if the fur is parted, from where he was picked up by the dog, but they'll heal completely by the time he's a year old.
Accessories: --

Pack: Barn Rats, Born and Raised
Rank: Brute
Mentor: --
Past Mentor: Unknown, Deceased
Fledgling: --

Mother: Unknown, Deceased
Father: Unknown, Deceased
Sibling(s): N/A (Make one? ;D)
Crush: --
Mate: --
Offspring: --
Other relations: --

Strength(s): Intelligent, Decently Strong, Good Jumper
Weakness(es): Claustrophobic, Large Size limits travel, Fur soaks up water like a sponge, Minor Myco Flare Ups in the Spring.

Likes: Summer Nights, Heights, Positive Attention, Meat, Coffee Beans
Dislikes: Wet Fur, Tight Spaces, Dogs, Voles/Mice, Winter/Spring

Personality: Rat was a bright kid with big ambitions. As a youth, he was eccentric, and a show-off. As an adult buck, he's still a show-off, but his size makes it harder to keep up like he used to. Due to his Myco problems, Rat tends to spend wet or dreary days indoors, to avoid flare-ups. During the summer, as long as the weather is nice, he's usually outside assisting the Scavengers with their work, protectively on the look-out for danger, and quite enjoying his time in the fresh air. He's a social creature, and prefers the company of many others. He becomes lonely very easily as a result.

Rat's a bit biased and a bit of a jerk because of this, though. He has no patience for other rodents, particularly mice and voles, which he believes to be posers, like they wish they were rats, but are just too small and pathetic to be so great a creature. This biased opinion was bred into him by his parents, both unknown figures now, as they would've died when he was very young- likely from infections in the lungs, due to a family curse- Mycoplasm. He would've been raised by the Nanny rats in the pack, and thus, has little care for family values other rats might find important.

As a pup, he once got stuck in a bottle. This event led to his claustrophobia- while being surrounded by warm bodies is good, cold dirt or hard concrete are quite the opposite. At five months, he was chased and tossed around by a dog- he escaped unharmed, but has since hated dogs for this reason. Likewise, he hates humans because of their part in breeding dogs and making bottles, all that horrible stuff.

History: Born to a less than healthy pair of dumbos- mother was a double rex, father carried a single rex gene. Before he even grew fur, his mother passed from an infection in her lungs. His father followed shortly after, but was never truly in the picture to begin with. As such, Rat would've been raised by the Nannies of the pack. In time he would aspire to become a Brute, for no reason besides the thrill of the fight, if ever he got the chance. He would train under a strict mentor, who would die a week after seeing Rat ranked, taken by surprise by a cat. Though saddened by the loss, resilient as ever, Rat pushed on and remembers his fallen mentor fondly. He thrives to become as great a Brute as he can be, to make his mentor and his pack proud.

RP Example:
He could feel the vibrations in the ground long before he could hear the sound of galloping paws racing towards him. Rattus crouched lower in the grass he'd been exploring, seeds dropped in favor of having all four paws free- he'd be running soon. The beast was closing in. Five months old, Rattus had no idea the dangers that came with confronting a dog- but he was a Brute! Such large beasts would surely prove to be a threat to the pack! So, he waited until a big, black nose came into view and then he struck.

He felt his teeth sink into flesh with mild satisfaction, but suddenly, his world was turned into chaos. The dog reared its head with a thunderous yelp, Rat still attached to his nose as it flung itself about, trying to shake him off. Soon, the pain of being yanked around by one's head and neck became too much and Rat indeed went flying, into some shrubbery nearby. The dog, now angry and challenged, sought after him. Stunned and dazed, Rat didn't see it coming- the dog snatched him up by the skin on his back and flung the poor rodent into the air with a mighty toss of its head. Rat shrieked in terror as the world fell away, and the closed back in at such an incredible speed. He'd never fallen so far before- perhaps, if he hadn't been stunned, he'd have thought it fanciful, the view he'd had from so far up.

However, he would land in a heap of bruised muscles and tattered, wet fur, far from where the dog now ran about, called home by its human master. Rat lay still, stunned, gasping for breath against strained lungs and bruised ribs. Battered but not broken, he'd eventually wander back home, to his mentor and family, to be seen to by a Healer and given his rank on time, if only to reward his bravery and survival...

Seeds amount:
Joining | 3 seeds

Total: 3 seeds

Transactions: --