Username: MagicRatDog
Name: Otis
Gender: Male
Art:
{Art by me, derp. If your wondering what it is, he is in Rat Form looking at his reflection.}
Personality (Optional): Otis has a very adventurous spirit, and will push his limits to achieve almost anything. He is also very brave, making him reckless and a little stupid when it comes to being a dare devil. He can be smart at times of course, but he acts like a big doofus. His actions make people underestimate him, but that is wrong. He is always full of surprises, mostly because he can shift into a rat form. Yes, magic is real.
Explanation (Optional):
He ran along the dark forest, his paws clenching a small bundle of warmth. His breath became labored, as he pushed himself forward. But his destination was not long, as he soon skidded to a halt. There before him, stood his arch enemy. Syth. He shifted his weight, and drew the thing he was holding closer to him. It was a innocent act, but Syth lashed out angrily. Otis managed to let out a slight yelp, not out of fear of being attacked, but of hurting what he was carrying. The bundle fell out of his arms, and to the forest floor. "Your not getting out of this one Otis." The viscet snarled before lunging at him.
Name: Otis
Gender: Male
Art:

{Art by me, derp. If your wondering what it is, he is in Rat Form looking at his reflection.}
Personality (Optional): Otis has a very adventurous spirit, and will push his limits to achieve almost anything. He is also very brave, making him reckless and a little stupid when it comes to being a dare devil. He can be smart at times of course, but he acts like a big doofus. His actions make people underestimate him, but that is wrong. He is always full of surprises, mostly because he can shift into a rat form. Yes, magic is real.
Explanation (Optional):
He ran along the dark forest, his paws clenching a small bundle of warmth. His breath became labored, as he pushed himself forward. But his destination was not long, as he soon skidded to a halt. There before him, stood his arch enemy. Syth. He shifted his weight, and drew the thing he was holding closer to him. It was a innocent act, but Syth lashed out angrily. Otis managed to let out a slight yelp, not out of fear of being attacked, but of hurting what he was carrying. The bundle fell out of his arms, and to the forest floor. "Your not getting out of this one Otis." The viscet snarled before lunging at him.