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Rott
- Name
Rott
- Age 28
- Height
8'6"
- Occupation
Being red
- Sexuality
Bisexual
- Voice Claim
Trent Reznor
- Personality
Rott is a quiet, introverted being who has a tendency to focus on the past. He is steadfast in his ways, and tries to keep few meaningful relationships due to old traumas. He is friendly enough to strangers when necessary, but is especially outgoing to his friends. Still, he is known to be rather stubborn and pessimistic, thus making it difficult for him to find long lasting friendships. Ever so bothered by this, he's tried to work on his negative demeanor in order to enjoy the sunnier side of life while he's still young. He is snarky, mischievous, impulsive, reserved, and just a little bit selfish.Despite his harsh exterior, deep inside Rott is soft and simply wants comfort and love. He clings tightly to his current relationships, worried he'll end up losing them by pushing them away. He is extremely devoted to the ones he has, yet thinks often about the ones he's had to leave behind. - Appearance
• Rott is tall, thin, and lightly muscular. He has bright red eyes, and short, soft red fur that gets darker around his belly and extremities. His fur gets longer along the middle of his chest and drapes down his sternum.
• He has creamy-white skeletal markings, namely rib stripes on his chest, lines going down his fingers and toes, femur-like marks on his quads, and, most notably, a skull-like face mask.
• His face is angled and thin with furred cheek bones, flat angled ears, a heart shaped nose marking, and two downward facing horns on his middle forehead. Between his horns is a third eye that sees in infrared, and only moves when he's asleep.
• He has a dark red feather crest running along his neck down to his collarbone, which can move according to his mood.
• He has a long mane that goes down to the nape of his neck, then spine-like spike nubs running down his back. His fur gets longer around his lower back, and covers most of his rump. His tail consists of vertebra-like scales that taper into a red tuft.
• He has thin, immobile spikes on his shoulders and shoulder blades, as well as three larger spikes on each of his elbows, and long, curved sickle claws. He has a singular large curved claw on both of the back of his feet. - Likes
• Hunting, especially using his claws • Rain • Walking in nature • Cool, slightly overcast days • Swimming • Keeping fish & reptiles • MEAT • Hot spicy peppers • Gory stuff... • Collecting bones and pelts • Metal music • Horror movies • Leather jackets • Playing with fire
- Dislikes
• The passage of time • Getting old • Unruly hair days • Hot, sunny days • His shoulder spikes • Not having wings • Ticks :X • Crowds • Cages • Not having control over himself • People who are rude for no reason • Stressful situations • Crunching into something in food that's normally soft
- Backstory
TW for sensitive topics, mentions of gore, violence, etc. General edginess is abound.
In a world not unlike our own, there is a city ravaged by poverty, drugs, and crime. The citizens, a mix of humans and creatures alike, are stuck in their daily routines which bring no change to their lives. Deep in the city, in a dark little alley beyond the streetlights is a doorway to a hidden black market laboratory, where all sorts of appalling experiments take place on the lost and poor.
A man in a long raggedy white coat opens an unlabeled box. Wrapped in a blanket is a large, red speckled cream colored egg. The man gently hoists the egg from the box and places it in a fabric heating mantle. Lights flicker, a door swings open and a second, larger man leaves the room. The first man pulls out a cigarette and, after lighting his smoke, turns to follow the other man.
As weeks pass by, the egg begins to show signs of life. One quiet night in the laboratory, a small crack forms along the egg shell. A group of workers curiously begin to gather around to see what will emerge. Carelessly, the large man peels the shell away and reveals the slimy red creature dwelling within, writhing now in the bright fluorescent lighting.
"Rotten little thing," the man grumbles to his coworkers after examining the creature. He discards pieces of the egg shell on the floor. "They said his DNA was guaranteed dragon and imp. I don't see no wings."
A little beady eyed man to his left chimes in, "Better get them on the phone then? Didn't pay them to get us shit genetics." Other men nod in agreement; after all, they paid a hefty price to get this egg to their laboratory. What good would it be to their 'program' if it ended up dying as a hatchling?
The large man pokes at the red beast with a chunky finger, prompting squeals and shrieks of distress. With his thick clumsy hand he grabs ahold of the creature's scruff and lifts it in front of his face. He grimaces. Clearly not the high quality they were promised. "Let's see what it can do anyways," he utters, coughing out a sickly chuckle as he lightly swings the beast in front of his peers. "Could be worth it in the end."
The beast, now affectionally referred to as the "Rotten Creature" by a majority of the men working in the laboratory, became the main subject of the men's testing. Initially the bosses of the laboratory wanted a high genetic quality mix of a dragon and an imp. Their plan was to train and build an intelligent creature who would do the majority of their dirty work. It was supposed to be smart enough to communicate with others, cunning enough to scam them, strong enough to deal with deadbeats, and violent enough to kill without question.
Daily, he was subjected to various assessments to test his physical and mental capacities. The men would force him into small cages with other violent beasts where he had to learn to defend himself. They would reward him with meat treats and cool water baths if he managed to kill his fellow experiments. Despite the positive reinforcement when he did well, he would still be abused and beaten by many of the men who believed it would toughen him up. No matter how large or strong he grew, Rott was petrified of being put through that pain and would fear most of the workers who approached him.
Only a single man, the one who had initially handled his egg in the lab, would treat Rott with kindness. When the others went home after their shifts, he would stay behind with the excuse of note keeping. During the times when the city was quiet and dark, the man would let Rott out of his cage and bring him to the building's upper floors. He would speak to him kindly and teach him about what was beyond the laboratory. People, creatures like him, trees, water in pools thousands of times bigger than his bathing container, lands too immense for him to even imagine. He would read books to him, teaching him of cultures, history, love. The man told him that when he was done with his training he would surely be able to see it all.Years would pass from that first night his egg was warmed by the heating mantle. Rott, initally shocked by the mere existence of such a large world outside his cold steel cage, would grow to long for his freedom. He was becoming too strong for most of the men to deal with and thus they would use harsher and more painful punishments when he acted out. The experimental program began spreading to other cities like a grimy mold; they hired more people who would do whatever they could to get a decent income. Most of these people had no qualms when it came to testing on young creatures. They'd take their blood and body parts to sell, perform horrifying experiments involving limb removal and replacement, all to make some quick money. All while their deaths meant nothing; their bodies carelessly discarded like a cigarette on the city street.
Rott would watch his fellow creatures be tormented and mutilated and, as time passed, his mental health began to decline. Already in a fragile state, he would lash out towards his captors more and more, leading to worse punishments. He was not becoming what the men had wanted and that would mean he would never know his freedom as he was promised. Like his egg shell so long ago, he was beginning to crack.
Sixteen years after that fateful night, Rott, yet again being beaten and abused by his tormentors for failing to perform one of his tasks, would break his chains. Like an old rope pulled too far, he snapped. In a rush he grabbed one of the man's arms in his beak-like mouth and crushed the bones to shards. Blood splattered upon his face and the walls around him as he ripped the man's forearm off, bloody tatters of flesh falling to the floor. Another man pulled an alarm and the room began flashing red. Eyes empty and staring into nothing, Rott lunged at another and ripped into him like the pieces of meat he was offered when he did this very thing to other innocent creatures. He gripped the man's neck with his jaws and squeezed down, carrying him like a ragdoll as he ran throughout the lab, smashing equipment and slashing through more workers with his massive claws.
Bloodied and full of anger, Rott howled in rage at the men who were spilling out the exit door to save themselves. Red sparks formed from his throat as he shouted and wisps of flame flew from his fur when he ran to the door. He would breathe his vengeful fire into the laboratory, setting old notebooks and files ablaze. Rott charged his way out of the room and into the halls as the inferno grew. If he didn't escape now he'd be killed, and he knew that. As he made his way through the maze of basement hallways, he heard a gunshot behind him. The noise, not unfamiliar to him from all those nights he couldn't fall asleep and spent hours listening to the outside world, startled him from how loud the pop was. He stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned to see a combat uniform-clad man wielding a gun, but his attention was drawn to the man laying in the middle of the grungy tiled floor in front of him.
Rott sniffed the air as he slowly lumbered towards the man, his blood beginning to pool around his limp body. Kneeling down, Rott froze beside the body of the only man who ever treated him with kindness. Confused and angered he gently ran his hand along the man's face and arm. Rott had realized the man had attempted to protect him from being shot. He had known of love, but had never felt it as painfully as he did in that moment. Love for a beast like him was unfamiliar in this horrific place, and his heart was aching now for the sacrifice the man gave for him.
The halls felt more quiet now as many of the workers had escaped to the streets. The few who were left warily watched the red creature as he stood, his hands ablaze by the glands in his palms. Rott placed a hand on his chest and heaved out a painful coughing sob, something that none of the workers had ever seen before from him. He stood there in the hallway, crying loudly, the man's blood now touching his feet. He started to shout, swearing at the men and spitting out flames. He took a step toward the man who fired the gun, but hesitated...He didn't want to feel this pain any longer.
Instead, Rott turned. He wearily began walking down the rest of the hallway, men nervously peeking from doorways and pulling their heads in as he passed. He paid them no mind as he found the stairway leading to the upper floors and staggered up the steps. Washed now in flashing blue and red lights, he wiped his face of the blood he drew from the men he disposed of. He glanced towards the front door where police and a large crowd were forming as he made his way to a back door, where he slipped out and finally made his escape.
He swallowed in the cold night air and bathed in the blue glow of the streetlights. His fur prickled at the new sensation of the wind. He saw more people running to and from the front of the building as he crawled over a fence and landed on the other side, his feet touching grass for the first time.
After Rott set the old building ablaze, police and the government had finally become aware of the experiments. Some of the higher-ups were arrested for their crimes against humanity and beast-kind, but large sums of money were passed around and very little would come to change.
Rott would eventually assimilate to human culture in the years after he escaped. He's amazed by what humans have created to deal with issues like the ones he has. Antidepressants are a godsend, but oftentimes it's hard for him to forget the pain of the past. He says he'd give everything in order to go back and have a better, happier youth, free of the pain and suffering.
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