!Contest rat!
Username: Tyasi
Rat number: SS1~Pluto
Why do you want to adopt?This gorgeous icy fellow would be an amazing addition to our small family. I love his blend of blue hues as well as the icicles that cling to him as if the planet Pluto itself was imbued with this rat’s body. Not only of his small demeanor, but would be a great lover for Lumiale, my Ice angel. Their personalities flow together very well and can share the same cage, which is a small deep freezer put on snow appearing temperature levels. Lumiale needs a mate and as well I love his coloring and scheme. I miss Pluto on the list of ‘real planets’ and to me it will always be more than some dwarf in the solar system. <3 Lumiale and Isekil are opposites in personality to a certain extent, but without each other they would never be at their happiest.
Rat Name: Iseskil
This name is a combination between Isen (ice in Norwegian) and Eskil (a nordic name meaning vessel of the gods) Depending on the way you pronounce it, the name can sound like “Icicle”. (I pronounce it 'ees' + 'kuhl') Since, Pluto is a Greek god, making this name an amazing fit.
Personality:
A small stature means nothing, because he knows he is ‘big.’ That means taking charge, taking names even if it hurts him. It may make his heart ache sometimes, but when his angel comes to bolster his mental fortitude and raise his spirits, he becomes larger than the sun himself.
Isekil wrote:“Size doesn’t matter its whats in here.” –pounds paw to chest.- “My heart is much larger than anyone’s size!”
Short-fused~
Isekil has quick temper especially when ridiculing his size is included. He cannot tolerate being picked on, over time he would cringe and try to be patient, but now he just lashes out in rage. Lumiale and soft northern European music is the only way to calm him when he’s in such a state, he may bite or tussle and because of his colder body he can give a nasty frostbite when biting or bitten. His iced crown of a head can make painful head butts as well as his ice spiked tail can be good for a good brawl. A well equipped fighter, but prefers not to fight unless provoked or protecting someone. It’s better to not mess with him in general.
Sensitive~
He may give of the tough guy or the cold hearted vibe, but Isekil is very sensitive and quite often during a deep feeling moment will shed frozen tears in the comfort of Lumiale’s presence when he’s had a particular bad day. He hears insults and if he doesn’t whip at you with his ice spiked tail as a warning then he’ll feel very angered and upset. Causing him to be more snippy and less likely to socialize with anyone else. Just like ice, fire spitters melt him. He hates to feel inferior, because of his exterior, This hatred then can be bottled up or lashed out.
Defensive~
He quickly defends himself from the jeers of others. His retorts may be witty or simple, but he will take little to no time to defend himself and dignity. He also likes to protect people he cares about even though he is small in size. He makes up for it with his advantages. Sometimes he isn’t completely rash depending on the situation and will think before he acts and hold it.
Confident~
He believes in himself more than anyone else, except Lumiale. The few times when he is in doubt, she’ll be there giving him her support like a guardian angel. His ideals and opinions never falter as he knows that his is the best. Sometimes he loses, but only because of his arrogance or himself lost in confidence that he fails to keep what he was aiming for. He can get overconfident at time, but tries to keep a little bit of modesty so he won’t be engulfed in hubris.
Pride-filled~
Isekil has spirit and a flame that should never be attempted to be put out by spite or words. He knows who he is and is proud to be who he is. Often trying to project himself larger with the pride he has for it to masquerade his minute size. His pride is proportional to his confidence and often can become a problem for him.
Skeptical~
He doesn’t put his faith in many. It comes from all of those two-faced rats who call him mouse or other’s personalities that don’t fit the bill. He doesn’t trust many and it’s better to him that way, because the less you let in the less that can hurt you and you loved ones. He has little tolerance of people who harm others he loves and would never give them a chance to redeem themselves. This trait of his leads him to have little friends, but that seems better as thats less rats to keep an eye on.
Straight forward~
Isekil doesn’t like complicating things. Keep it short as possible, quick as possible and simple as possible. Sometimes it’s because he’ll get overwhelmed if there is to much. So he prefers things to stay the same and never change so he can get through easily. He doesn’t make shortcuts if they stray too far and wants to just keep to the set out path. Same with challenging someone head on, you don't try to be sneaky and pull tricks. Be valiantly and show them who's the better rat.
Reserved~
He doesn’t like giving information about himself or trying to relate to other rats unless they wanted him to be with them. He prefers small circles and can’t handle large amounts at once. Four or five is when he starts seeing a crowd. He keeps things to himself and tries to hide his true feelings so he can keep his colder exterior. In fear of them to mock him, it bothers him to no end and would rather be alone than suffer.
Quirks:
Healing AngelWhen Isekil is injured he never goes to lick his wounds, because it would show weakness infront of his enemies even when he wins. He walks off injured and returns home where Lumiale is waiting for him. Since, she doesn’t venture out unless it’s brisk winter nights. So he will return to our home and have clean his wounds there with the aid of Lumiale, dotting over him and kindly reprimanding his behavior. He loves hearing her voice when she’s slightly angry and finds it refreshing that she cares when he’s injured.
Winter FunOften during the winter afternoons you will find Isekil playing in the snow. Building snowrats or make rat angels or just crafting supreme forts. He can spend time out there for hours on end and won’t feel lonely about playing alone either. Sometimes his friends will stop by, but none of them can stay or keep up long enough to be with him. Ice skating is especially one of his favorites with snow surfing.
Gumballs from SpaceWhenever he sees a bag of gumballs or gumballs laying around, he will collect them and recreate the solar system or use them to create constellations depending on how many gumballs he has on him. He does this out of boredom to keep his mind sharp. After he makes his diagram he will marvel at it and pick out which one is closer to earth that day and nibble on the outer coated shell before leaving it behind. Which can make a nice mess for Tya to clean up later.
What do you plan on doing with your rat?
I am definitely going to write some stories, roleplay if some has suitable playmates. <3 Art and stories with Lumiale are a must. Also I want them to be a pair for when the breeding center appears so their amazing children can be adopted out or I keep one. I don’t really know how breeding works here. ^^’ As well as take a place in my character thread, (that I am working on.) I prefer small grouped RPs and not big open ones, also I don’t see many open rat rps anyway either.
If you feel you can no longer care for your Rat, will you return it here to find a new home?
Never continue caring for this rat? Blasphemy, but if I do somehow give him up he may return here. Until that impossible day, he will be with Lumiale and I. <3
Art and/or Story:
Collab between Silverkitsune(the rats) and I (the sky and ground...bg).
~~My Guardian Angel~~
Footprints were left behind in the snow as the small rat pressed forward. His back left leg was injured as he hobbled back to his home through the centimeters tall snow. He winced in pain as his foot would press against the ground to push his weight. He continued like this until he reached his home. He went up to the wooden rat door that was carved into the front. Knocking on it with his tail he waited for an answer.
The door swung wide open as Lumiale sat on the pressure plate mechanism. Her frozen body glinted against the rays of daylight. Smiling, Isekil stumbled in through the minute door. Stepping off the pad Lumiale gave him a slight glare. “Did you fight again?” she questioned, her eyes crammed with disappointment. Looking straight at her, Isekil agreed with a nod of his head and was a bit ashamed. He wobbled into the house a bit farther in and sat on the rug and begin licking his wound that had came from a larger city rat that wandered a bit too far into the rural areas with his larger buddy. His injury wasn’t threatening, but it was painful and gapped openly through a non-existent patch of fur. Lumiale frowned as her frozen paws treaded behind him, “Did you at least win?” she asked with painful curiosity this time. Veering his head around, he produced a triumphant face, “Why wouldn’t I? Two against one, love! Both big, hideous, sewer city rats with a lack of brains to boot! They just started messing with me, but did I show them! Calling me a mouse, a pathetic excuse of a rat, insignificant, revenge was a deed best served cold. I couldn’t tolerate them anymore, I was just playing around in the snow and I made a comment I shouldn't have. We had a bit of a brawl. They still lost and they had double teamed me! They doubled team me and still couldn't take me down, they thought they were brutes, but they were the mice instead! I bite there then I a little bit here and a clonk with my tail and BAM! They took off like a startled alley cat.”
Lumiale’s eyes widened with some form of surprise that was either for the enemies he had faced or the fact that he came out almost unscathed compared to his other tussles. “I’m glad you’re safe, dear…, but please stop this. I hate to see you hurt.” She cried with her voice rising in pitch. “You do this so often! I can’t stand it that you are all battered and tired, while I stayed home all well and dandy. It’s not fair to you! You don't give me a chance to help you...” she muttered, as her eyes shifted to the floor in shame. Nudging him with her head she began to lick the bite mark in his stead.
Staring down at his mate he sighed at the feeling of her cold tongue cooling the warm throbbing mark. “You do so much for me. I don’t know where I’d be without you…” he whispered into her large frozen ear. “The same would go for me!” she exclaimed with some cheer as she felt some completion with her duty. “Rest on it, first! I don't want to see you with a limp.” she chided, hoping he wouldn’t go messing around with an impaired leg. Isekil yawned with acknowledgment and fluttered his weary eyes. His drained body insisted for some shut-eye. Curling up, Isekil went to sleep on where he was before and took a long nap to regain some form of energy after his long day.
Staring at him with worry set in her heart she spoke softly, her voice sounding like chimes, "I can protect you too, you know...just in my own way. Not with my paws or powers...but with love." Lumiale gave him a nose rub before laying her head against his and they snuggled together until the moon’s radiance slipped through the glass panes.
