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By Sen The Reaper ╚════════════════════════════╝ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Rocket
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male ♂
sᴏɴɢ: Final Countdown- Europeᴛʜɪs Pᴀʀʀᴀ·s ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ: Secretly, his favourite movie is Gaurdians of the Galaxy. Though, he'd never admit to it, despite it being a popular movie. His parents were total comic book nerds, so when he was born with markings similar to that of a raccoon's, they couldn't help themselves and named him after the Gaurdians of the Galaxy character, Rocket. Rocket really wanted to hate the Gaurdians of the Galaxy movie, just like he hates the comics (he won't even touch them) because of his similarity to the character. But after watching the movie, like almost everyone else who has seen it, Rocket fell in love.
ᴀʀᴛ:by Sen The Reaperby icsealby AcidImportedRoseby PenumbraWolfyᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:Rocket is a bit of a lone wolf, preferring solitude or the company of one or two other Parras. He's often the outsider, and he likes it that way. He's definitely a jerk, not at all sensitive to those around him, and can come off as quite rude. His sense of humor is quirky, and others often don't get it when he cracks a joke. He's known for his use of sarcasm, and constantly insulting the intelligence of others. He believes himself to be smarter than others, especially when it comes to things like computers, and anything mechanical. He's quite the tech whiz that way, though his grammar isn't the best, often using words that don't really exist. Despite nearly always flinging around insults, Rocket can't take what he dishes out. He's a bit of a cry baby, and doesn't take to being insulted well at all, throwing a hissy fit nearly every time. And when you're prone to violence, and a fan of guns like Rocket is... well, it gets you into quite a bit of trouble...
ᴇxᴄᴇʀᴘᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ Rᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ·s ʟɪғᴇ:Good job, Rocket. Looks like you've done it again, the gray and orange Parrapup thought to himself as the guards escorted him through the prison to his cell. He'd been telling some imbecile just how stupid he was, when the other guy decided to call him a scrawny runt!
A scawny runt! Well, Rocket would show him he was no scrawny runt! Pulling a homemade blaster from his belt, Rocket took aim at the much larger Parra. For someone who was so good at building guns, his aim was surprisingly bad. Instead of hitting his target, Rocket's shot flew wide, hitting the ceiling. Still, it scared the other Parra enough that he held up his hands in surrender. But Rocket wasn't having any of it, and kept firing. That's when the police showed up, and forced Rocket down. A quick run of Rocket's ID revealed all his priors, and sent him back to high security prison.
Rocket looked around, taking in everything as the guards led him through the prison. He didn't plan on staying here long. Being as resourceful as he was, prisons never held him long. Before long, he'd be out of here and back on the run again.
ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛs ᴀɴᴅ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕Rocket has an affinity for guns of all shapes and sizes, (Though, bigger is better) and anything that explodes. He's amassed quite the collection, and enjoys building his own weapons, normally preferring them to any manufactured models.
He is also quite the talented escape artist, having broken out of numerous prisons.
Forgery is also a talent of his, often using fake IDs to keep the feds of his trail after his break outs