Thank you so much for letting me have him! C: I'll update this post as I get more artworks of Luke.
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Username: 【° ιggy.ɹǝʞןɐʍ °】
Rat Letter: *A
Why do you want to adopt ?
I want to adopt this beauty because I saw these rats and fell in love right away. I used to have 2 rats myself when I was younger, but never saw the chance of getting others when they died because my mom didn't want them. Cats and a dog where. The ratlets I saw here where too unnatural for me though. I was looking for something without the mutations, something I could imagine sitting on my shoulder, but still not quite. Then I saw this one adult slightly unnatural one. Apparently unwanted for more than 14 days. I am here to adopt this one. And I will use him, and make a plushie out of him. Something I like doing when I'm in a creative mood but don't want to write. [I won't be able to finish that one in the 2 hours I have left though, forgive me xD ]
Rat Name: Luke
Personality: (Likes, dislikes, how they react to people, other rats, etc.)
Adventurous • Eager for knowledge • Tough • Social extrovert • Resourceful • Observer • Realist edging towards opportunist • Territorial • Loyal • Conflict avoidant in the way that he knows when to leave and let others do the dirty work • Manipulative • Doesn't let strangers or people/rats he doesn't respect boss him around • Always finds something to do • Playful to good friends • thinks things through before doing them • Procrastinator • rather works alone on projects • always on the lookout for new things that pique his interest • Paranoid • Hypocrite
Obviously likes hide and seek • Likes bullying mean people • Likes running around freely • Hates being held when he doesn't take initiative • Dislikes other animals than rats and domestic/tamed cats • Likes warmth, food and rocks
Quirks: (Little things like "Enjoys sleeping on her back", "Loves hoarding candy wrappers", etc.)
He always sits on the work his human company needs to do. It is an excellent way to get attention when he wants to, and all needed to be add is a look in their vulnerable eyes. He also doesn't like cheese and rather consumes some bread- or cookiecrumbs. A habit of his is to softly nibble on his peoples clothing so they think Luke is ruining them, while in reality he just likes nibbling colourful things. On the streets he likes collecting shiny things, much like a magpie does.
What do you plan on doing with your rat? (Roleplay, Make art of, Hoard art of, etc.)
I will make a plushie out of him to hang in my room and fill my one piece counting collection with. I will roleplay with him. It's not that I do a lot of animal roleplays, but I'm a semi-lit+ human role player, craving to do something new, and I do have a plot in mind which only involves rats. I'd definitely use him in that! [a bit more illiterate though.. I'll still have to get used to role playing animals.]
If you feel you can no longer care for your Rat, will you return it here to find a new home?
I absolutely and undoubtedly will. I'd hate to see such a beautiful rat be abandoned.
Artwork/Story?
When the streetlights are turned on, and the moon makes it's appearance it's time for the animals to awake. The loud sound of honking cars dims. Slowly the human life on streets return to their warm and cosy houses, leaving only little children to play outside, right after dinner, when the parents need their rest. It doesn't take long for Luke to notice all this. In fact he has been waiting for it. The bag of chips doesn't take a long time to reach, and soon his short legs can take their rest on the salty, yet very tasteful delicacy. Because that is what it is for a rat living on the streets. Quickly his eyes move to the young boys and back, ready to run away if needed. A human conflict is just what every rat tries to avoid. You may end up dead, in a cage, or at a rattery to breed. Either way, none of this was what he wanted.
"Watch this! A rat!" Luke stiffened. He had watched the wrong direction. Someone had come from the other way. Was there still a way out? Suddenly something grabbed him. His paws tried to run away in horror, giving everything they got, hoping for the human to make one little mistake. His teeth cut into the warm, untasty finger holding him. It was exhausting. With a hard blow he crashed on the floor, followed by a foot hitting his behind. Not that hard, but still. Quickly he made his way to the bushes, save for whatever monster that had been. With much care he started licking his wounds. Too soon his nose sensed a new smell. A girls. Not able to run any further now the adrenaline had drained out of his body he stayed put, hoping to make it to the next day.
For what seemed like an hour the girl walked circles around him, but then finally found what she was looking for, and a small, and to his surprise caring hand stroke his back. It was much like cleaning himself, instead it made him more dirty. The hand didn't feel unpleasant though, and so he let her be, exhausted, but finally allowing himself to accept whatever his fate would be.
