Post by Nero! on Nov 14, 2010 21:27:51 GMT -5
Thyme, the lab rat.
Basics
|Name| Thyme
|Aliases| None
|Age| Four years
|Gender| Doe
|Affiliation| Unaffiliated
Physical
|Coloration| Mink, Champagne, and White
|Oddities| Many scars; Two on her back right leg, Three on her right shoulder, Two across her muzzle and One across her right eye. There is a large tear in her right ear and a smaller tear in her left.
|Extras| Four studs in each ear; situated towards the base of the ear. Two bands around her tail, both inscribed with numbers.
|General Appearance| Thyme is an unusual rat. She is most noticeably small; weighing in at barely a third of a pound. It's apparent from the scars that cover her body that she hasn't had the easiest life to live, but has somehow managed to come out well enough, as of yet. Her eyes are a light, clear blue, though she suffers from iris hypoplasia in her left eye, her iris having become a dark smudge on her eye and rendering sight out of that eye relatively useless. At the base of both her ears are four silver studs, while along her tail are two bands with numbers carved onto them; all are items she left the labs with.
Coat wise, Thyme was given one of the flashier variations. Her base colour is a light champagne, with mink coloured husky markings on top. She has a white belly, chest, throat and chin. The white continues over her mouth and muzzle and up her forehead, ending in a messy star high on her head. Her tail, legs, paws, and ears are all a dull flesh colour, her nose only slightly lighter than that.
Mental
|Likes| Cardboard, Peppers, Light rain, & the Moon
|Dislike| Snow, Dogs, Being talked down to, & Open streets
|Strengths| Good listener, Inquisitive, Loyal, & Trustworthy
|Weaknesses| Small, Easily manipulated, Easily startled, & Shy
|Complete Personality|
Thyme is a very meek rat. She scares easily, and when she does get frightened, her wits scatter. She fidgets, and has a difficult time standing still if she feels uncomfortable. Naturally submissive, Thyme will rarely stick up for herself, and always assumes herself to be in a position to be thankful for not having been torn to bits at first glance. She strives to be of use to others, and works hard at any task that is given to her, but is always deathly afraid of failure. She wants others to regard her with some degree of respect, but remains content in being treated like filth, so long as she is allowed to live. Rarely does she take offense to anything, and even when she does, she very quickly forgives those who offended her. However, hardly ever will she forget it. While a bit on the shy and quiet side, Thyme is very intelligent. She thinks through things much faster than others would assume of her, and while she won't say anything about it, she can often think of more efficient ways to go about certain activities.
It is because of her socially awkward nature, however, that few come to notice her capabilities. Thyme is caught in a peculiar state regarding her social abilities. She's terrified of being all on her own out in the wilds, with no home and no family. But at the same time, she fears being in an overly crowded area. Rather, she seeks that careful balance between the two, with just enough breathing room to be comfortable but not so much that she feels lonely. Yet those around her are not often for speaking or interacting with; more so to just take up space. Thyme quite frankly often doesn't know what to do with others. She is polite, above all, but often detached. She listens better than she speaks, and won't say anything unless she has been spoken to prior. Her voice, so very rarely used, is soft and gentle, barely above a whisper at times. That said, when she does pluck up the courage to voice her opinions and ideas, more often than not it goes unheard.
Thyme loves, with all her being, however, are pups. She does not believe herself to be having any in her lifetime, but that doesn't stop her from imagining herself as the mother of others' pups. Her maternal instincts are strong, and where she won't stick up for or care for herself, she will for the younger members of her running group. If none are available for her to dote on, then her eye is often turned towards anything else that is, from weaker, older rats to different species entirely. She fusses over them constantly, and while she still lets them explore their world relatively on their own, she is never far behind them, keeping them out of trouble and attending to their needs accordingly. Thyme is gentle and kind, and while she can be a bit lenient at times for fear of upsetting the young ones' parents, she will enforce rules as needed. Often, she finds it easier to speak to pups than it is to grown creatures; she exudes more confidence than many would expect, and can be found in a generally happier state than without them.
History
|Parents| Taini & Unknown Male
|Siblings| Kitty, Ruben, Lily, Pepper, & Mick
|Complete History|
Thyme was born the smallest out of an unexpected litter of six. At the time, her mother, a lab rat whom was being tested on using birth control drugs, was struggling to survive through the various trials she was put through. Unbeknown to the humans until much later, her body was reacting violently to the medications, causing her great pain. Taini was very pregnant when the humans noticed her, and rather than simply disposing of her, they put her aside so she could birth her pups. She was regarded for quite some time as an unusual case to the humans. To the other does in that ward, however, she was seen with envy and distrust. Why had she been treated differently than them? In the end, they took pity on her and allowed her in as one of their own, albeit as a worthless creature, and her protection only lasted till her pups were grown.
Few expected any of the pups to survive birth let alone well into their first years. The tests resumed immediately after the pups were born. But, despite the conditions, Thyme and her brothers and sisters grew strong and healthy all things considered. No matter the bullying they faced from the other pups they were housed with, they continued on. However, Thyme remained that much smaller than the rest of her siblings. Born the runt of the litter and that much more deprived of food, as she was picked on regularly, Thyme grew easily into the role of the timid and weak one of the litter. Her siblings often tormented her, and at times went out of their way to harm her. Yet, all eventually grew out of their old habits and matured nicely into their roles within the group. Naturally, Thyme remained at the bottom of the ranks, much like her mother, whom was now fostering Kyden and Patsy, a pair of pups whose mother and siblings had passed recently.
It wasn’t long before Thyme herself was being tested on. She didn’t react to many of the drugs, causing her to become an even bigger curiosity to the humans. They knew her past and her mother’s strange conception even after intense testing, and saw promise in Thyme to provide more insight as to why that happened. But before they could get past the first stages of their testing, there was a small fire at the labs. No humans were seriously harmed, but a great number of their rat subjects either died or escaped. Thyme was one of the lucky few to have made it out in time. She wandered for some time with a number of other females, but quickly found herself alone as she was chased off by the others.
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Nero
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It was chill out in the early morning air. A light mist fell from the sky, coating the world in a dew. Not many were up yet; few cars on the roads, only the occasional column of steam rising from a roof off in the distance. The earth seemed to still sleep in the early morning hours, struggling to rise from such a sweet slumber. But while everything seemed so still and quiet, a number of creatures scurried about away from prying eyes. Small paws scurried across paved roads and slate gray paths, stopping here and there to scratch about and rummage through anything left on the ground.
What was left lying around was thoroughly rifled over before being left behind, useless to the foraging of the small rat. Sniffing about, her light blue eyes flickered in the growing sunlight. She didn't have much time before she'd have to hide once more. The peace and quiet of the morning would not last. Pausing to sit on her hind legs, she looked about, her low set ears swiveling to and fro, catching any sound that fell. Not much time left. Pots were clanking, furnaces being lit. The world was opening its eyes, rising for a new day to begin.
Taking off down a neat sidewalk, she paid no mind to the empty bags laying about. A dog had come through someone's garbage in the night, leaving nothing for even a rat to eat. Yet ahead lay another trash can; this one untouched. Her stomach gave a mild groan of protest as she picked up her pace, her small claws clicking lightly against the pavement. Upon reaching her destination, she quickly climbed up and in, chewing her way through the flimsy plastic bag in a matter of seconds. She was alone for the time being, it seemed, but who knew how long that would last. For the time being, she gorged herself on what refuse she found edible, hoping to be left alone for at least a small time.
