Post by Miss Scarlet on Oct 28, 2010 2:25:32 GMT -5
Cleo, the wild rat.
[/b] Close to six years now, I do believeBasics
|Name| Cleo
|Aliases| None, Cleo's simple enough
|Age| Two years
|Gender| Female
|Affiliation| The RebellionPhysical
|Coloration| A lovely pale blue
|Oddities| Not applicable
|Extras| Not applicable
|General Appearance| Cleo is a pretty little thing. She is naturally petite in figure, a trait commonly considered rather alluring. This gives her little advantage when it comes to combat of course, but she is lightning-quick, if a bit clumsy. Her beetle-black eyes are almost always moving, as are her plush pink ears and spider-leg whiskers.
Due to her fairly recent introduction to the Rebellion (see history below), Cleo hasn't fully experienced the life of a wild rat. Out in the big wide world, you are bound to make some enemies and get some scars of your own. Cleo has no cuts to speak of, no ugly scratches across her face, down her arms or flanks, nothing. She is unmarred and whole, something quite rare in the wild rat population.
Her pelt color too is one not found often in the wild, if ever. She is a blue, meaning her coat is a light natural shade of said color mixed with some gray hairs to give her fur a slate, almost silvery appearance. Though attractive, camouflage is always a problem for Cleo and she, along with many of the brightly colored lab rats, needs to be on the alert for predators and other foes more than usual.Mental
|Likes| Voss, sunshine, grass, songbirds
|Dislike| Rain, cages, fighting, loud noises
|Strengths| Physically fast, loyal, sweet-natured, quick to learn
|Weaknesses| Very shy, quite clumsy, physically weak, often neurotic and paranoid
|Complete Personality| Cleo is, for the most part, an absolute darling. She is still young and therefore can be a bit immature at times, but her heart is definitely in the right place. She is polite, if very quiet and meek, and has grown to be deathly loyal. She's one of those types who hardly says a word around acquaintances but doesn't shut up when she's surrounded by those she trusts. She is a dreamer and a romantic, harboring a powerful and secret crush on the Rebellion leader Voss. Cleo is much more a lover than a fighter, but if she were ordered to attack, she would do so with all the vehemence anyone of her small size could muster.
Of course, like all of us, Cleo has her weak points. The most prominent of these is her anxiety. She is by no means a calm rat, though sometimes her shyness might seem to indicate that. No, Cleo is nervous to the point of paranoia, and that could come a bit from her natural personality but it more likely stems from the fact that she is technically domesticated and reverting to a totally different life. She can't sit still and some part of her body is always in motion. She tends to talk too quickly, stumbling over words just as she sometimes stumbles over her own feet. When she is embarrassed or scared this becomes almost unbearable. Cleo also isn't the bravest of creatures, despite her loyalty to her beloved Voss. If it came down to it, she would never choose to go down into the deep dark tunnel and would be the one waiting outside for everybody else to come back. She is really quite the chicken and if it weren't for the influence of Voss and even some of the inspirational lab rats, Cleo would never have thrived the way she has.History
|Parents| Otto (father), Alice (mother)
|Siblings| Clover, Clarice, Chloe (sisters)
|Complete History| Cleo was born to two blues belonging to a fancy rat breeder. She lived a pleasant enough life as a youngster and when she and her sisters were old enough they each went to separate homes. Cleo's owner was a young lady of about 14, a kind yet absent-minded girl named Melody. She took Cleo home and, after a couple of weeks, the special trans-species bond began to occur.
By the time she was a year and a half old, Cleo was rather fond of her owner. She was content to live her life as it was progressing but there was one thing that was constantly grabbing her attention. Cleo's cage was situated atop Melody's desk and the desk was arranged just so so that Cleo had a clear view of the window and thus the outside world, if from two stories up. She loved to watch what went on out there, from cars ambling down the road to birds chirping at the windowsill.
But, as mentioned before, young Melody was a sometimes irresponsible person, and one day she forgot to latch the opening of Cleo's cage. Now Cleo, being a rat and rats, being naturally curious in nature, couldn't help but take the opportunity to explore. It turned out this one small adventure would change her life.
She was able to chew through the screen on the open window and get through to the balcony, then out onto the sloping roof and down the ivy-choked lattice that ran up the side of the house. Her first touch of grass will stay with her forever, and to this day she still loves the feel of it on her belly and between her toes.
She soon discovered, however, that the world was not all like that. As the day wore on and Cleo wandered further and further away from the house, she encountered dangers of several kinds: cars, kids, and even a cat. The first two were simple enough to avoid - very loud so she heard them coming. But she never heard the massive ginger tabby pad up behind her and before she knew it he was chasing her. Forunately for her the cat was quite fat and slower than average - however, even an obese cat could catch a tiny rat if it really tried. No, even more forunate for Cleo, she ran right into Rebellion territory. Those rats sheltered her, and she took to their ways out of gratitude since she knew she would never be able to find her way back home. And although she joined them initially as a repayment of her debt, Cleo has learned more and more about the ways of the wild rats and come to appreciate and respect what the Rebellion stands for. Today, while still learning to be a wild rat and a Rebel rat, Cleo would willingly follow any order Voss might give her.
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Scarlet, Missy, Alacazam, Zam, Kirsty. Take your pick (:
|Where You Found Us| RPGC
|Sample Post|
The sun dawned crisp and clear over the River Thames. Though it really wasn't the most gorgeous of sights, a small rat could be seen looking over it in what seemed to be no less than awe. Her tiny frame was positioned right up against the dirty bank and, if one looked close enough, you would see her little whiskers twitched up and down, back and forth.
Nothing else moved. Even the river appeared sluggish this morning, as if it were just waking up too. This quiet scene lasted for quite a while and soon enough the sun was nearly completely risen. It was then that Cleo flipped her tail and leaped rather violently away into a nearby patch of marshgrass.
Right where she had been sitting just a moment ago there was a flash of dark gray, and the jumble of talons and feathers that was the falcon lifted away as quickly as it had come.
Cleo knelt shaking in the grass, proud to have escaped yet another danger of the outside world but frightened to the core that it had been that close. Next time she'd have to be a bit more careful - the coming light must have glinted off of her light fur. What was it Voss had said about staying concealed? She couldn't remember right off. Funny, because she usually remembered just about everything Voss said, just out of a desire to do so as opposed to a desire to remember all the survival tips. She was rather fond of the gray rat, several years older than her but still very appealing. But Cleo cleared her head of such thoughts and just sat there listening for more signs of danger. When at last she deemed it safe to leave, the sun had full command of the sky and she darted out of her hiding place toward the Rebel hideout and her nest.[/ul][/size][/blockquote]
