Post by Pesty on Oct 28, 2010 9:43:03 GMT -5
Ms. Cassie, the wild rat.
Basics
|Name| Ms. Cassie.
|Aliases| Cass or Miss, but never Missy.
|Age| Four years old.
|Gender| Female.
|Affiliation| Rat Rebellion.
Physical
|Coloration| A dark brown with splashes of white markings.
|Oddities| Depending on her mood her whiskers will glow. This is usually voluntary but can be involuntary such as a blush. She has an odd criss-crossing scar that goes down the length of her tail, akin to the stitchings of a corset.
|Extras| In her left ear is a sage looking chain earring. Sometimes a short ribbon will be tied on her tail in attempt to hide her ugly burn scar.
|General Appearance|
Cass is often mistaken for a mouse due to her alarmingly lithe frame. She has rounded hindquarters with limber legs that carry her smoothly across any terrain, she's seen many. Such a small frame is easily layered with lean muscle. The lady has seen fights in her days and it's clear in the way her eyes ignite with her rare temper. She is quick to get out of harm's way, tenfold to get others out of harm's way. The chained earring was something she made herself not too long ago and is something she cherishes greatly.
Dark chocolate eyes calmly, almost apathetically, survey the realm. They are often highlighted by her excitable whiskers which she may hide by ducking her head and getting to work on absolutely nothing. A warm, brown haze covers most of the lady's pelt as creamy frosting has been slathered along her underbelly, snow white painted on a blaze from her nose up to her forehead. Bright pink toes are sometimes wiggling to nab a project and get to work or are simply combing through a friend's fur. Her tail is often curled against her haunch to hide her scarred tail.
Mental
|Likes| Cotton bedding, staying busy, swimming, jewelry and candy.
|Dislikes| Fire, tar, Cane, bullies, worms and crows.
|Strengths| Strong willed, protective, loving, faithful.
|Weaknesses| Smaller than average rat, cannot stand other's suffering, chocolate and emotions convey themselves via the glow of her whiskers.
|Complete Personality|
Cass is the unspoken mother for all of the homeless rats. She's quick to pull strangers into her home and offer them basic comforts. She has an innately soothing aura about her. It's not docile, but confidant. She can fix anything or so you'd believe it and she surely will try to uphold any task, any promise laid out before her. Many will seek her for a gentle word, meals, a casual grooming, or even a good cuddle. Cass simply cares for everyone she comes across and believes there is good in everyone.
This does not, however, make her naive nor gullible. Living in the wild and in the streets has hardened her. It's rare to see the lady's temper but when you do, pray you're not the one she's cross with. If she's not working on something she feels useless. When Cass isn't doing anything specific for the rebellion she's often crafting jewelry, tinkering with items or scavenging for food in case more unexpected guests arrive at her doorstep. She's an utter workaholic but at rare times will take a short breather.
History
|Parents| Bred from Nike and Victoria.
|Siblings| None that she can remember clearly.
|Complete History|
She cannot remember her siblings easily but what she does remember of them, she doesn't care to repeat to others readily. Cass was born to two loving parents who were grateful to have a living baby girl. Born in the wild she quickly learned how to survive and scavenge. At a year of age she was trapped by some terrible human child. Perhaps he was too young to understand what he was doing to another living entity, or perhaps he honestly was a wicked beast. Either way he hurt her. He would tape her paws down and poke at her, dragging food in front of her. One day the little boy thought it would be funny to lace burning tar across her tail. Cass had had enough of this abuse. Screaming and crying from the burn she found the strength to break free from the tape, biting the boy's nose smartly before scurrying off into the dark.
Only to meet another ill fate. A security guard at a lab trapped her, thinking her to be an escape artist rat. Cass gripped the bars, yelling at the man, squeaking so shrilly, trying to explain how she must hurry home to her parents before they worried. And yet all the guard did was dump her in a cage with other rats. They could smell the outdoors on her and were jealous, enthralled, begging her to describe the sun and the weather to them. Cass felt compassion for these imprisoned rats and told them many things. The sweet smell of freshly cut grass, crisp snow falling to the ground, birds singing so gaily in the springtime and wonderful trinkets being left so carelessly in junkyards. Men wearing rubber gloves were constantly prodding her and injecting her scruff with stinging liquids. She soon discovered her glowing whiskers and was at first mortified, but over time, learned to control them to an extent. Simply accepting them as a part of herself then.
This continued for a year until there was an escape. A fire had broke out. Cass was terrified and fled. She never could find any of the other rats. Not too long later did she return home only to find the hovel in cobwebs and her parents long gone. There Cass remained until a very spirited young rat came to the doorstep after smelling an apple she stored down in the cellar. Cass didn't know what to make of the stranger at the time but soon found herself working to help Voss and the rebels with earnest.
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Pesty
|Where You Found Us| On an ad by SAB.
|Sample Post|[/ul]
The lady is always in motion. If you watch her and turn away to take care of something, once you turn back, she's gone. A blur of sugar brown and dove white as she goes to sink her teeth into some discarded cotton, back peddaling furiously to encourage her petit frame to yank it all inside of her hovel. Her past has stuck with her one a small level; she adores soft bedding. Cotton and cloths above all. Still her home is woven with wild grasses and some aromatic seasonl herbs. Dainty paws pad down the cotton as she hums softly to herself, quite pleased with the promise of a warm nest tonight. Ms. Cassie has always kept a warm home. It's simply expected really...she has visitors without warning and an unexpected variety at that. Yet the lady is completely comfortable with these strangers always trafficking through her home. It makes her feel that she's never alone and it's a wonderful way to meet new rats.
She pauses in her work, a rare moment indeed, to fluidly approach a small wooden bowl. Rain water is collected in this from the outside and she uses it to wash her face and paws to fresh up. Dipping her tender claws in the undisturbed water Ms. Cassie lowers her head to rub it vigorously over her visage. A sudden scream makes her fur go erect as she stands on her hind legs in alarm, looking sharply towards the entrance. Someone is hurting. Her claws scramble against the padded flooring of her hovel as she races outside, bursting into the crisp morning air. Now very few would expect much from such a small rat. Yet Ms. Cassie is without a doubt a rat stuffed with excessive bravery. She fancies herself a large rodent when in fact she's often mistaken for a mouse. Her little body plunders through the grasses and scuffles across a dirt field. Frantic squeaks rip through her rounded ears and spur her onward faster to a melancholy scene.
Three large male rats are pushing around a very young looking rodent. He's a stunning white color...or, at least he would be, were it not for all the muck that's clung to him nor the crimson life fluid staining that gorgeous pelt. Off to the side is a dingy bag of chips left by humans. Ms. Cassie wrinkles her nose in disgust and darts downhill to headbutt one of the big bullies aside, still bristled and tail lashing in clear vexation. The three males soon forget the white rat whom curls up, shaking and gripping his paws over his eyes. Ms. Cassie parts her maw to show her curled ivories, tail waving in warning. She squeaks sharply and lunges, biting a brute on his foreleg. He curls inward and tries to grab hold of her, but she twists her shoulders. Rearing up the lady boxes at his head with furious appetite before the bamboozled males take a few steps back. Ms. Cassie still watches them with her teeth showing. "Shame on you...shame on you all! Have you no decency left in you? Are you so savage that you'd pick apart this poor lad for a measly meal?" her voice is shaking, pregnant with ire.
Deflated the males sulk and turn to find food elsewhere. Her tail slowly lowers to the damp earth as she turns around to approach the trembling rodent. The boy whimpers and flinches when she draws near, but she reaches out and touches a warm paw on his forehead. "It's alright dear...I'm not going to hurt you. Let me see, are you alright? I'm Ms. Cassie, it's fine dear..." that harpy tone is gone from her voice, in its place something akin to warmed milky and honey as she begins to nurture the abused...albino. Ms. Cassie blinks in surprise as those paws are lowered to reveal ruby red eyes. She tilts her head but still gathers him close, grooming the young one. As she takes him back to her hovel and they walk together he tells her he has freshly escaped from a pet shop. No wonder those wild rats were picking on him. Brow furrowing the lady leads him inside to wash him properly and give him dried berries and some foraged bread for meal. "In the morning I'd like you to meet my friend...Voss is always looking for new friends." Ms. Cassie smiles reassuringly at the still quivering albino rat. The lad smiles at her and she wonders if he'll be embraced within the rebellion ranks quickly.[/size]
