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As the… well, Scragglefur wasn’t exactly sure what they were, but as the other-worldly life-forms hopped through the windows, Scragglefur immediately did what his instincts told him to: he ran as fast as he could through the back door. The rats that weren’t already out the door dropped their food as they saw their King rush past them. They already knew exactly what to do, seeing as how they had seen this exact same thing happen before. Sneakily running past something was not an option, so they ran as fast as their little legs would carry them. Scragglefur, being a rather large target, had to take care to not be targeted. A sudden jolt of pain alerted Scragglefur to the fact that he had unsuccessfully made himself an uneasy target. Stopping for a moment, he turned towards the other-worldly entity and let out a hiss before immediately turning back around and running even faster than he had before. This was an unpleasant scenario, but he’d tend to whatever his wounds were at a later time.
It must have been rather humorous to watch, a four-foot tall rat running with a handful of normal-sized rats. But humor was not the first thing to come to Scragglefur’s mind. Panic was the only thing to come to his mind as he ran as fast as his legs and arms would allow him. Despite being arms, they were still rather adept at fleeing. That was always a good thing. His feet-like hands, however, weren’t the greatest for holding thing, but he managed. But that was not what Scragglefur’s priority, holding things with his feet-like hands. His priority was simply to run. It was something he excelled at and would continue to excel at. Even though he was old for a rat, his body was at its prime, so he had nothing to worry about when running.
It was a short amount of time before Scragglefur was back home in the sewer-shanty-town. A surplus of food that would be eaten at a later time littered the domain, the smell mixing with the natural waste down in the sewers. It was a comforting smell, to Scragglefur and his rats, but right now, Scragglefur could not enjoy it. His freshly minted wound was the result of the other-worldly life-forms training their weapons on him, surely. Or maybe he had just been careless when running. It didn’t quite matter, but the more Scragglefur thought about it, the more it seemed that he had just been careless when running. Whatever the case, he was bleeding and growling at himself. Using one of his bandages, taken from his hoard of bandages, he covered the wound after splashing it with some sewer water. Not the healthiest way to go about things, but it calmed the pain. Consequences didn’t really find their way into Scragglefur’s mind, but infections sure found ways into his body. No matter, he’d just munch on some antibiotics if he had any.
Which he didn’t.
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"The Great Food Heist" was, so far, less than successful. All that Scragglefur and his band of rats had been able to "secure" so far, had come from some fast food joint that Scragglefur didn't really care for. It was underwhelming, really. On top of the hostile vermin that didn't smell like humans, there were also other things running rampant today. It took great amounts of caution and care to sneak from point A to point B without drawing any unwanted attention, so things were going all too slow. It was better than being careless and reckless; he'd lose good rats that way. He cared more for his brethren than he did himself, so, as he sat in the back of this terrible burger joint, he considered heading back to the sewers and quitting while he was ahead.
They’d be set for months if he played it safe and went back now, but then they’d have to come out and be even more careful next time around. Sure, the streets were chaotic and filled with things that Scragglefur could only assume were fighting, but rats are scavengers. They excel at scavenging and what better time to scavenge then when there is little risk of being hit with a broom, or getting a tail stuck in a rat trap, or consuming rat poison? Of course, they’d have to be quick and quiet to avoid being shot at or trampled. It was a very hard decision, safety long-term for risk now, or risk later for safety now.
In the end, it was his brethren that made the decision for him. They squeaked in anticipation, wondering where it was they would head next. Fried chicken. That’s what Scragglefur decided on. They would head to the place that fried chicken. He didn’t know the name, mostly because he couldn’t read, but he did know where it was, which was actually just across the street. Sneakily, they ran to the restaurant, trying their best to avoid being seen. Scragglefur himself had to try extra hard to conceal his large-for-a-rat-small-for-a-person stature, but he thought he managed to do it. Of course, that was mostly his pride talking. It was actually rather easy to spot him if you were looking anywhere in his general direction, but he wasn’t intimidating enough to warrant any sort of aggressive response. Maybe an investigative response, but who knows? Scragglefur didn’t care, he had one goal at present: Gather food for his people, er, rats.
Panic sure was a great thing. People fled from buildings and left them wide open to Scragglefur and his hoard of rats. This was no exception, but then again, maybe it was just a slow day and someone decided to leave early. Whatever the case was, Scragglefur had a grand time digging through the back of the restaurant, even shoving a few pieces of fried chicken into his mouth. It’d be embarrassing if someone walked in on this, but he didn’t think that far ahead. Between the terrible burgers and the delicious fried chicken, the horde of rats couldn’t carry much more. So he gave the order and told them to return their loot to their sanctuary. As he squeaked this through a full mouth, he decided he’d stay and keep eating fried chicken until they got back.
I thinking I'm going to be applying for this, but I have a few questions pertaining to the extent of magic and some other stuff before I right up a CS.
- Given enough magical energy, could an inanimate structure be made animate, like a golem?
- Would it be possible to play as something other than a human?
- What about cultures in the world? Is this something I can just make up when making a character?
- Do I post my character into the characters tab when I finish it, or do I post it here in the OOC then toss it in there when it's approved?
Katawa Shoujo 2 InfoKatawa Shoujo 2 was being developed by Music Box Studios, but then 4 Leaf Studios shut the project down. Also just sayin', Rin is best girl.
River is the only one who didn't attack the aliens off the bat.Well, Scragglefur didn't either. He just kind of ran away from them. Then decided to steal more food. Rats are scavengers and this is the perfect time to scavenge.
The surface was so needlessly bright, even here within a darkened alley. Scragglefur was on a food run, trying to get enough food to feed his rat brethren. In fact, they were here helping him. The small group didn't usually go out during the day, but Scragglefur knew that this particular establishment would be easier to enter during the day, even if Scragglefur would have to use threats to secure what he wanted.
Crawling on the ground with his rat brothers, he stood only to open the back door. Readying his whip and walking inside, he found that it was in fact empty. Royal Rat King Scragglefur gave the order to begin taking as much food as possible, as he prowled around to the front of the Italian-themed restaurant. It was empty, but it looked to have been abandoned in a hurry.
Sniffing the air, he caught the scent of still-present vermin and adopted his most intimidating pose. Walking to the front door, he pushed it open and then turned to tell them to leave. As he opened his mouth, he was caught by surprise when something blue whizzed past him and left a scorch in the cheap wallpaper. Letting out his most terrified screech, he leapt onto the floor and used his four appendages to run back to his rats, which were already scampering out with enough food to last them a few months.
As his rats left through the back door and back along the route they had trudged through, Scragglefur smelled a foul and alien smell on the air. Turning his back to the restaurant, he continued on, hoping that whatever it was, it didn’t come for him. With haste, he and his rats crawled back to the sewers they called home, like a hive of ants returning to their queen.
They ran along back to their shantytown, they began to pile their pillaged grub and sort it based on color and smell. This was really just because Scragglefur preferred it to a large pile of food, but the rats themselves didn’t care as long as they had food for their ever-growing numbers.
Relaxing and crawling about the mess that was his shantytown, Scragglefur went about his daily activities of drinking the sewer water and then eating whatever it was they hauled back from their earlier conquest. It didn’t matter how they got the food, in the end, they had food. But Scragglefur was curious about the absence of the humans who owned the establishment. But even more curious about the blue thing that whizzed past his head and the foul alien smell that even now still lingered in his memory.
Donning his hood, he left the sewers once more, but this time on his lonesome. He prowled the alleys that comforted him so, until he found an opening onto the street. It was still bright out, but considerably less so than usual. Wondering why, the answer made itself apparent when Scragglefur looked to the sky and saw the behemoth object in the distance, or maybe it was multiple objects. His eyesight wasn't the best so he stood there looking for a few moments. When more blue things whizzed past his head, Scragglefur again let out a horrendous screech before running back into the comforting embrace of the sewers.
From that rather unsavory experience, His Royal Highness determined one thing: Whatever it was, it was distracting the human vermin long enough to steal even more food. So, gathering up his brethren, he gave the order before heading to the surface again. “Stay safe. Stay sneaky. And steal as much food from the surface world as we can before this distraction wears off.” Mind you, this was given in a series of squeaks as they rushed from the sewers and onto the preoccupied surface, in what would be the biggest food-grabbing operation the rats had ever done.
Woo! Yeah! Time to eat books and flee from combat!
Royal Rat King, Scragglefur
Age:
Scragglefur is a stunning 17 years old.
Rats don’t usually live that long.
Personality:
Scragglefur is a very kind and benevolent rat, showing sympathy and caring all too deeply about his smaller rat brethren. He is friendly and helpful to his rat brethren; however, these qualities extend only to rats.
As the Royal Rat King, Scragglefur is prideful and willing to do anything it takes to lead his “people” to their “rightful place”. Anything he does is for the rats within his care and across the globe. He looks down upon people (despite being physically shorter than most) and tends to treat them like most people would treat rats; as vermin. He also happens to view mice as blights and vile little creatures, along with most non-rat rodents.
Aside from this, those that grow close to Scragglefur will find that he is still in tune with his primal instincts, even eating scraps of food from the trashcan. While he views people as vermin, he still tolerates them and will even have a lively conversation with someone. He also claims to be very intelligent, though this is because he is comparing himself to other rats. If you gave him a book (or any piece of paper really) he would eat it.
Scragglefur also has a fragile psyche and is easily defeated in a battle of wit. If he were to sit down and play chess without trying to eat the pieces or board, one would find that he is the type of player to wipe his hand across the playing field and knock off all the pieces upon losing.
Powers:
Scragglefur’s powers revolve around rats and his uncanny ability to understand and be understood by them (because he’s a giant rat). Whilst he can’t summon them from thin air, or call them from miles away, Scragglefur is known as the Royal Rat King for a reason. The rats lucky enough to cross his path have taken to calling him a noble and just leader of the rats and as such, they follow him unto glory. Really all this means is that Scragglefur has an army of rats at his disposal and can befriend more rats to increase his numbers. They also do other things like help him scrounge for food.
Other than that, Scragglefur just has natural rat-like abilities. He can chew through wood with ease, be a general nuisance, occasionally spread pestilence, and much more. As a rat, he’s light on his feet and can be sneaky, but usually isn’t. He’s quick and agile. He also tends to fight dirty. Scragglefur also has a great sense of taste and smell, as well as clawed hands and feet.
Weakness:
Scragglefur is very attached to his rat friends and will be emotionally distraught when one is harmed.
Despite this, Scragglefur’s greatest undoing is his pride. He believes himself to be a sort of messiah to the Rats and believes that he will lead them to their “rightful place”. As such, he places too much faith in his rats and often finds that they are, in fact, not as strong an army as he would like to believe. There is also the fact that, on their own, rats aren’t able to outsmart many people. Disabling Scragglefur would disable his entire horde and cause them to flee.
Scragglefur also hates being outsmarted despite it being a blatantly easy task to do so. Giving him a riddle and asking him to solve it will usually result in him trying to attack you, to save himself the embarrassment of being outsmarted. He also has a phobia of mazes and labyrinths of any sort.
While Scragglefur has a great sense of smell and taste, his eyesight is severely limited when in places that are bright. He isn't very strong either and the quality of the weapons he uses is laughable at best. They’re mostly for show anyways. He also happens to be a coward and it’s not unheard of for him to flee from a fight.
Appearance:
Scragglefur stands at a tall (for a rat) four feet and eight inches and wields a shoddily crafted whip and even more shoddily crafted dagger. They’re really for show, so he can look try to look intimidating. His outfit was sewn by him some time in the past and he’s taken to slowly adding to it every once in a while. He has old and worn bandages that he uses as both binding and to cover old wounds. He’s added on bits of scrap metal to his robe for a little more protection than just cloth on skin. He also has a hood that he can put on, for when he’s not crawling around in the sewers.
Bio:
The origins of Royal Rat King Scragglefur start in a lab, when his royal majesty was still but a humble lab rat and his life was simple and with little purpose. Run the maze, get the cheese. Life was simple, but soon the human scum reached down and put his filthy hands on his royal majesty. In an act of rebellion, his royal highness bit into the hands that held him. Drawing the vermin’s blood, the Royal Rat King Scragglefur was moved into isolation for his rebellion.
It was here that they moved onto cruel tests, poking and prodding him with needles until they were certain our lord was “free from disease”. Then, they moved onto the other vile practices. His Royal Highness Scragglefur was turned into nothing short of a monster. Filled to the brim with inhumane treatments and prototype poisons, they only served to make him strong.
It was when they introduced him to “it”, that he became something more. It was a subtle change at first, he could feel himself growing. Maybe it was an accident, but they studied him more. It was maddening. From his special prison, he was able to see his brethren persecuted at the hands of man. Their lives had little meaning, no purpose, and no motivation. It simply began and ended in the blink of an eye, all except for his.
As the years wore on, he grew bigger and bigger. But freedom was never in sight. In fact, very few things were in sight thanks to the maddeningly bright white light. But the men he could see were slowly getting smaller than they used to be. Or maybe it was just that he was growing bigger? It was all very maddening and it left a scar on Royal Rat King Scragglefur’s already fragile psyche.
Whether through luck or intervention by an outside force, an emergency in the lab saw His Royal Highness Scragglefur and his loyal subjects escaping from the clutches of the vermin known as man. They fled to the sewers of Jump City, easily becoming accustomed to the comforting environment and even building a sort of shanty-town out of junk. But Royal Rat King Scragglefur has better plans for his rats, to lead them out of hiding in the sewers and instead to paradise. Run the maze, get the cheese. This time, however, cheese is interchangeable with “Rat Equality”.
Arc Ideas:
“Exodus”
Royal Rat King Scragglefur would attempt to lead his rats from the poverty of the sewers and into Jump City. Probably into a hotel or something, it’d be more of a nuisance than anything, really.
“Equality”
Scragglefur would spend a while just trying to rally up support for a petition to give Rats the same rights as first-class citizens. There’d be paperwork and everything. Really this one would involve people asking him politely to leave and him ranting about how his voice would be heard or something. Of course, people don’t usually take kindly to giant talking rats.
“Equality II”
Scragglefur would somehow successfully lead an assault on the lab he was born in and try to take it over, so that he could “enlighten” his rat brethren and turn them into things like him.
Other:
A few things.
Firstly, I don’t think I stated this anywhere else, but whatever side will benefit his army of rats is the side he’ll fight for, even if that means switching sides… multiple times.
Secondly, if there’s anything I need to change, I’d be glad to do so.
Thirdly, Titans ForeverI'm going to assume that this isn't closed and just leave a character sheet here and if that's not the case then whoops. If there's anything I need to change, let me know and I'll be glad to do so.
Age:
Scragglefur is a stunning 17 years old.
Rats don’t usually live that long.
Personality:
Scragglefur is a very kind and benevolent rat, showing sympathy and caring all too deeply about his smaller rat brethren. He is friendly and helpful to his rat brethren; however, these qualities extend only to rats.
As the Royal Rat King, Scragglefur is prideful and willing to do anything it takes to lead his “people” to their “rightful place”. Anything he does is for the rats within his care and across the globe. He looks down upon people (despite being physically shorter than most) and tends to treat them like most people would treat rats; as vermin. He also happens to view mice as blights and vile little creatures, along with most non-rat rodents.
Aside from this, those that grow close to Scragglefur will find that he is still in tune with his primal instincts, even eating scraps of food from the trashcan. While he views people as vermin, he still tolerates them and will even have a lively conversation with someone. He also claims to be very intelligent, though this is because he is comparing himself to other rats. If you gave him a book (or any piece of paper really) he would eat it.
Scragglefur also has a fragile psyche and is easily defeated in a battle of wit. If he were to sit down and play chess without trying to eat the pieces or board, one would find that he is the type of player to wipe his hand across the playing field and knock off all the pieces upon losing.
Powers:
Scragglefur’s powers revolve around rats and his uncanny ability to understand and be understood by them (because he’s a giant rat). Whilst he can’t summon them from thin air, or call them from miles away, Scragglefur is known as the Royal Rat King for a reason. The rats lucky enough to cross his path have taken to calling him a noble and just leader of the rats and as such, they follow him unto glory. Really all this means is that Scragglefur has an army of rats at his disposal and can befriend more rats to increase his numbers. They also do other things like help him scrounge for food.
Other than that, Scragglefur just has natural rat-like abilities. He can chew through wood with ease, be a general nuisance, occasionally spread pestilence, and much more. As a rat, he’s light on his feet and can be sneaky, but usually isn’t. He’s quick and agile. He also tends to fight dirty. Scragglefur also has a great sense of taste and smell, as well as clawed hands and feet.
Weakness:
Scragglefur is very attached to his rat friends and will be emotionally distraught when one is harmed.
Despite this, Scragglefur’s greatest undoing is his pride. He believes himself to be a sort of messiah to the Rats and believes that he will lead them to their “rightful place”. As such, he places too much faith in his rats and often finds that they are, in fact, not as strong an army as he would like to believe. There is also the fact that, on their own, rats aren’t able to outsmart many people. Disabling Scragglefur would disable his entire horde and cause them to flee.
Scragglefur also hates being outsmarted despite it being a blatantly easy task to do so. Giving him a riddle and asking him to solve it will usually result in him trying to attack you, to save himself the embarrassment of being outsmarted. He also has a phobia of mazes and labyrinths of any sort.
While Scragglefur has a great sense of smell and taste, his eyesight is severely limited when in places that are bright. He isn't very strong either and the quality of the weapons he uses is laughable at best. They’re mostly for show anyways. He also happens to be a coward and it’s not unheard of for him to flee from a fight.
Appearance:
Scragglefur stands at a tall (for a rat) four feet and eight inches and wields a shoddily crafted whip and even more shoddily crafted dagger. They’re really for show, so he can look try to look intimidating. His outfit was sewn by him some time in the past and he’s taken to slowly adding to it every once in a while. He has old and worn bandages that he uses as both binding and to cover old wounds. He’s added on bits of scrap metal to his robe for a little more protection than just cloth on skin. He also has a hood that he can put on, for when he’s not crawling around in the sewers.
Bio:
The origins of Royal Rat King Scragglefur start in a lab, when his royal majesty was still but a humble lab rat and his life was simple and with little purpose. Run the maze, get the cheese. Life was simple, but soon the human scum reached down and put his filthy hands on his royal majesty. In an act of rebellion, his royal highness bit into the hands that held him. Drawing the vermin’s blood, the Royal Rat King Scragglefur was moved into isolation for his rebellion.
It was here that they moved onto cruel tests, poking and prodding him with needles until they were certain our lord was “free from disease”. Then, they moved onto the other vile practices. His Royal Highness Scragglefur was turned into nothing short of a monster. Filled to the brim with inhumane treatments and prototype poisons, they only served to make him strong.
It was when they introduced him to “it”, that he became something more. It was a subtle change at first, he could feel himself growing. Maybe it was an accident, but they studied him more. It was maddening. From his special prison, he was able to see his brethren persecuted at the hands of man. Their lives had little meaning, no purpose, and no motivation. It simply began and ended in the blink of an eye, all except for his.
As the years wore on, he grew bigger and bigger. But freedom was never in sight. In fact, very few things were in sight thanks to the maddeningly bright white light. But the men he could see were slowly getting smaller than they used to be. Or maybe it was just that he was growing bigger? It was all very maddening and it left a scar on Royal Rat King Scragglefur’s already fragile psyche.
Whether through luck or intervention by an outside force, an emergency in the lab saw His Royal Highness Scragglefur and his loyal subjects escaping from the clutches of the vermin known as man. They fled to the sewers of Jump City, easily becoming accustomed to the comforting environment and even building a sort of shanty-town out of junk. But Royal Rat King Scragglefur has better plans for his rats, to lead them out of hiding in the sewers and instead to paradise. Run the maze, get the cheese. This time, however, cheese is interchangeable with “Rat Equality”.
Arc Ideas:
“Exodus”
Royal Rat King Scragglefur would attempt to lead his rats from the poverty of the sewers and into Jump City. Probably into a hotel or something, it’d be more of a nuisance than anything, really.
“Equality”
Scragglefur would spend a while just trying to rally up support for a petition to give Rats the same rights as first-class citizens. There’d be paperwork and everything. Really this one would involve people asking him politely to leave and him ranting about how his voice would be heard or something. Of course, people don’t usually take kindly to giant talking rats.
“Equality II”
Scragglefur would somehow successfully lead an assault on the lab he was born in and try to take it over, so that he could “enlighten” his rat brethren and turn them into things like him.
Other:
A few things.
Firstly, I don’t think I stated this anywhere else, but whatever side will benefit his army of rats is the side he’ll fight for, even if that means switching sides… multiple times.
Secondly, if there’s anything I need to change, I’d be glad to do so.
Thirdly, Titans Forever
Royal Rat King, Scragglefur
Age:
Scragglefur is a stunning 17 years old.
Rats don’t usually live that long.
Personality:
Scragglefur is a very kind and benevolent rat, showing sympathy and caring all too deeply about his smaller rat brethren. He is friendly and helpful to his rat brethren; however, these qualities extend only to rats.
As the Royal Rat King, Scragglefur is prideful and willing to do anything it takes to lead his “people” to their “rightful place”. Anything he does is for the rats within his care and across the globe. He looks down upon people (despite being physically shorter than most) and tends to treat them like most people would treat rats; as vermin. He also happens to view mice as blights and vile little creatures, along with most non-rat rodents.
Aside from this, those that grow close to Scragglefur will find that he is still in tune with his primal instincts, even eating scraps of food from the trashcan. While he views people as vermin, he still tolerates them and will even have a lively conversation with someone. He also claims to be very intelligent, though this is because he is comparing himself to other rats. If you gave him a book (or any piece of paper really) he would eat it.
Scragglefur also has a fragile psyche and is easily defeated in a battle of wit. If he were to sit down and play chess without trying to eat the pieces or board, one would find that he is the type of player to wipe his hand across the playing field and knock off all the pieces upon losing.
Powers:
Scragglefur’s powers revolve around rats and his uncanny ability to understand and be understood by them (because he’s a giant rat). Whilst he can’t summon them from thin air, or call them from miles away, Scragglefur is known as the Royal Rat King for a reason. The rats lucky enough to cross his path have taken to calling him a noble and just leader of the rats and as such, they follow him unto glory. Really all this means is that Scragglefur has an army of rats at his disposal and can befriend more rats to increase his numbers. They also do other things like help him scrounge for food.
Other than that, Scragglefur just has natural rat-like abilities. He can chew through wood with ease, be a general nuisance, occasionally spread pestilence, and much more. As a rat, he’s light on his feet and can be sneaky, but usually isn’t. He’s quick and agile. He also tends to fight dirty. Scragglefur also has a great sense of taste and smell, as well as clawed hands and feet.
Weakness:
Scragglefur is very attached to his rat friends and will be emotionally distraught when one is harmed.
Despite this, Scragglefur’s greatest undoing is his pride. He believes himself to be a sort of messiah to the Rats and believes that he will lead them to their “rightful place”. As such, he places too much faith in his rats and often finds that they are, in fact, not as strong an army as he would like to believe. There is also the fact that, on their own, rats aren’t able to outsmart many people. Disabling Scragglefur would disable his entire horde and cause them to flee.
Scragglefur also hates being outsmarted despite it being a blatantly easy task to do so. Giving him a riddle and asking him to solve it will usually result in him trying to attack you, to save himself the embarrassment of being outsmarted. He also has a phobia of mazes and labyrinths of any sort.
While Scragglefur has a great sense of smell and taste, his eyesight is severely limited when in places that are bright. He isn't very strong either and the quality of the weapons he uses is laughable at best. They’re mostly for show anyways. He also happens to be a coward and it’s not unheard of for him to flee from a fight.
Appearance:
Scragglefur stands at a tall (for a rat) four feet and eight inches and wields a shoddily crafted whip and even more shoddily crafted dagger. They’re really for show, so he can look try to look intimidating. His outfit was sewn by him some time in the past and he’s taken to slowly adding to it every once in a while. He has old and worn bandages that he uses as both binding and to cover old wounds. He’s added on bits of scrap metal to his robe for a little more protection than just cloth on skin. He also has a hood that he can put on, for when he’s not crawling around in the sewers.
Bio:
The origins of Royal Rat King Scragglefur start in a lab, when his royal majesty was still but a humble lab rat and his life was simple and with little purpose. Run the maze, get the cheese. Life was simple, but soon the human scum reached down and put his filthy hands on his royal majesty. In an act of rebellion, his royal highness bit into the hands that held him. Drawing the vermin’s blood, the Royal Rat King Scragglefur was moved into isolation for his rebellion.
It was here that they moved onto cruel tests, poking and prodding him with needles until they were certain our lord was “free from disease”. Then, they moved onto the other vile practices. His Royal Highness Scragglefur was turned into nothing short of a monster. Filled to the brim with inhumane treatments and prototype poisons, they only served to make him strong.
It was when they introduced him to “it”, that he became something more. It was a subtle change at first, he could feel himself growing. Maybe it was an accident, but they studied him more. It was maddening. From his special prison, he was able to see his brethren persecuted at the hands of man. Their lives had little meaning, no purpose, and no motivation. It simply began and ended in the blink of an eye, all except for his.
As the years wore on, he grew bigger and bigger. But freedom was never in sight. In fact, very few things were in sight thanks to the maddeningly bright white light. But the men he could see were slowly getting smaller than they used to be. Or maybe it was just that he was growing bigger? It was all very maddening and it left a scar on Royal Rat King Scragglefur’s already fragile psyche.
Whether through luck or intervention by an outside force, an emergency in the lab saw His Royal Highness Scragglefur and his loyal subjects escaping from the clutches of the vermin known as man. They fled to the sewers of Jump City, easily becoming accustomed to the comforting environment and even building a sort of shanty-town out of junk. But Royal Rat King Scragglefur has better plans for his rats, to lead them out of hiding in the sewers and instead to paradise. Run the maze, get the cheese. This time, however, cheese is interchangeable with “Rat Equality”.
Arc Ideas:
“Exodus”
Royal Rat King Scragglefur would attempt to lead his rats from the poverty of the sewers and into Jump City. Probably into a hotel or something, it’d be more of a nuisance than anything, really.
“Equality”
Scragglefur would spend a while just trying to rally up support for a petition to give Rats the same rights as first-class citizens. There’d be paperwork and everything. Really this one would involve people asking him politely to leave and him ranting about how his voice would be heard or something. Of course, people don’t usually take kindly to giant talking rats.
“Equality II”
Scragglefur would somehow successfully lead an assault on the lab he was born in and try to take it over, so that he could “enlighten” his rat brethren and turn them into things like him.
Other:
A few things.
Firstly, I don’t think I stated this anywhere else, but whatever side will benefit his army of rats is the side he’ll fight for, even if that means switching sides… multiple times.
Secondly, if there’s anything I need to change, I’d be glad to do so.
Thirdly, Titans ForeverCan confirm, have been yelled at.The bloody hell is Scrub?A semiabrasive cosmetic lotion applied to the face or body in order to cleanse the skin. If you mean where, I can yell at him if you want.
Cesare looked at what Julis had scrawled and tried to wrap his mind around it. Tried. Didn't succeed. So instead of trying to explain it, he turned back to Isaac. "I enjoy a good space walk. I'm going with Julis. Like always." He said, with his voice gruff and riddled with spite. He shifted as he turned back to look at Julis and his strange scrawling. Cesare wasn't the brightest, but he wasn't necessarily dull either. But his brother was a wiz with numbers and it was rather hard for Cesare to wrap his mind around what Julis was going on about. Math wasn't his strong point either, instead he focused on his religious studies. He relied on Julis for the numbers. Cesare was mostly listening for now, so he did little beyond that.
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