Post by Makarov on Oct 30, 2010 0:22:08 GMT -5
[/b] Semi-Advanced - AdvancedCane, the wild rat/rat king.Basics|Name| Cane Dantzig III
Goes By| Cane
|Aliases| The Rat King, His Royal Highness, Liege, Tyrant, M'lord
|Age| 7 years old
|Gender| Male
|Affiliation| To himself the Rat KingPhysical|Coloration| Black fading into gray on the belly and muzzle.
|Oddities| Missing the tip of his tail. Vicious scar across his lips on the left front side.
|Extras| Adorns himself with a highly decorated crown made of a beerbottle cap and various other gems he finds intriguing. He has a variety of capes he likes to wear with different colors and adornments and pins on them depending on the event or occasion or mood. For his love of shiny objects he has pieced himself in a couple of places mostly ceremonially most prominently a chain of silver gold connected between a piercing in his nose and his left ear. Usually wears some sort of wristlets.
|General Appearance|Cane is a rat of considerable girth, having let his cushy life as rat royalty catch up to him considerably. His weight does not at all crush his tenacity though and he tends to be a fierce and quick rodent when he needs to be, if only in short weezing bursts. He is covered in black fur, fading to creamier gray on his belly and on his muzzle which he assures most has nothing at all to do with age. He's as spry and ready as he's ever been, oh yes indeedy. His fat paws darken and then turn to pink as do his hind paws and nose. He has a very wide head with long, thinning ears and beady eyes that are dark with a reddish tinged glow to them. He adorns himself as a king should, with all the finest made capes and garments tailored specifically for his liking. Cane's tail is darker then his body, almost pitch black in color and he is missing the tip of it. A bejeweled chain runs up from the piercing in the septum of his nostril to the ring placed midway up his left ear.Mental
|Likes|
- Recognition - Nothing pisses off a king more then when people don't recognize their authority.
- Being Catered To - This rat loves to be pampered both for physical and emotional needs. Sweet-talking and buttering up really do the trick when he's in the right mood.
- Food - Straight up.
- Power - Oh yes, it's fun being king.
|Dislike|
- Voss - 'Nuff said.
- Traitors/Rebellion - They make him mad, you wouldn't like him when he's mad.
- Accordions - The noise drives him insane.
- Healthy Food - Ew
|Strengths|
- Powah in Numbas- Holds very powerful sway over many rats.
- Sly - Cane knows when he's being bullshitted and can smell it a mile away. He's good at weedling under other rat's skins.
- Fair Fighter? No Way! - When Cane knows he's losing, he'll play any damned way he wants to, even if it is unfair.
|Weaknesses|
- Heart Problem - Fat around the heart can't be any good.
- Paranoia - It's starting to eat him up inside. He doesn't know who to trust.
- Weight - Can only move in short bursts of speed. Not very quick in the longrun and wears out too easily.
- Alcoholic - The King loves his silly sauce and it can sometimes make him violent.
- Quick Temper - Like an ever changing sea. Half the time you really don't know what to expect. Some suspect him bipolar.
|Complete Personality|Cane is - in a nutshell, a rat who is very well used to the power and comfort that being a king has granted him over these years. He feeds off of it, and the rats below him allow him to do so, catering to his every needs on a daily basis, for they lived for his entertainment anyways. He indeed believes himself to be greater then those beneath him on in the castes of life, a living line of royalty that had watched over this rat city since it had been built. Cane loves these comforts, and is not about to give it up for anything. He can be a very convincing creature, promising power and wealth and a home under service to his kingdom, and they flocked in in droves, forming a colony so expansive it was beyond comprehension. Cane also loves his food and decoration and will dress up often or even change the jewelry on his chain and piercings. Despite his grotesquely large figure, he prides himself for his looks and is infact oddly vain and very dismissing of the idea that he has a weight problem of any sort.
The biggest thing about his personality though is that his emotions can turn on a dime in a very bi-polaresq manner. Being seemingly perfectly happy one moment and then a raging bundle of fury the next. Rats fear, love and loath Cane and he believes that any attention is good attention. Paranoia is toying with his mind nowadays though and he half does not know who to trust with a rebellion in his midst.History|Parents| Cane Dantzig II, Egypt
|Siblings| Zared (b), Raizel (s), Dodie (s)
|Complete History|Birthed to a royal family, the first born as well as the eldest son to the group he was bestowed with his father's name, the title of his father before him, and under a bloodline which had gone back into the stretched of time. Cane was taught very quickly the importance of his appearance to the republic of rats living beneath the monarchy and at a young age learned of his status above all others. It was ingrained then that he was better then the rest, even his own brothers and sisters, who would grow to part away from the ambitious young prince. His father ruled with a paw that was loose, or so it was seen in the eyes of Prince Cane, and chose to build the relationships with his peoples through kindness and compassion. Things were dwindling and stale though, the kingdom just was not the glory that Cane had read about in the annals of their history. Where were the great battles and harrowing adventures.
They were nowhere to be seen and the monotany of royal life continued to press down on the young and wildly spirited rat. He joined the resident militia for a short stint and recieved some basic battle and field training, but Cane was never one for getting dirty and he found a cushy life best suited him. But how to alter it to his likings? His mother fell ill when Cane was 4, human poison was the diagnosis and she of course did not make it. King Cane the II mourned what seemed like endlessly, but even as rats came up to pay their respects to the body of their fallen queen the Prince felt he could not shed a tear. His mind was already working on plans most foul. The kingdom fell into the standstill as their king fell deeper into his own depression. When Cane was almost five he decided enough was enough.
One night as his father slept the Prince stole into his room in the quiet and very carefully placed a pillow over his nose and mouth. He tried to make noise, tried to kick and scream but he was feeble and weak from not eating in a few days and did not have nearly enough power to overpower his own son. He suffocated fairly quickly and went still. Sweating and his heart pounding with the delicious taste of murder still on his tongue he whisked back off to his chamber and waited until the next morning to "find" his father's corpse, bemoaning as he announced the untimely death to a crowd hundreds upon hundreds of grieving rats. "He died of a broken heart I imagine," he sniffled between crocadile tears, and they ate it all up.
So having falsely gained the throne Cane set up a more strict and vicious regiment with the rats of his kingdom. His approval rating definitely went down but there was not much many could say, for he was king afterall. That was until Mako came and things started looking a little wonky for the rat king. He lives and waits in a paranoid state for a rat uprising to happen and braces for it... Hoping.
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Makarov
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