Post by dust on Aug 26, 2012 6:32:22 GMT -5
WIP=Work In Progress
Name: Dusty
Age: 1.5
Tested on/with: Dusty is tested with drugs. She is given a certain type of drug, and is put through a series of puzzles with other rats to try and find out how the drugs effect her, and how different drugs effect other rats.
Personality: Positives: -Smart -Calm -Strong (Mentally)
Negatives: -Cold -Shy -Silent
Appearance: Dusty is a dark brown rat with longer fur than most. Dusty has black eyes (like most) with a frosty quality in them.
History: Dusty's younger years were not the best years of her life. In fact, they were probably the worst. Dusty never remembers a mother or a father in her life, her oldest memories spent fending for herself, hardly surviving.
One night, there was a terrible blizzard, and Dusty could hardly see a foot in front of her. She walked on and on, forever it seemed, until she saw the fence to the lab. She didn't know what the lab was or what it did, but even if Dusty did know she wouldn't have found it any less welcoming. Dusty scrambled inside through some pipes, shivering and hungry. After trying to sneak down the hallway, a pink-skin ('Pink-skin'. Sorry XP) saw Dusty and decided to use her as test material. Ever since, Dusty has felt more alone than she was when she was out in the wild. (Sorry about that crappy History. It's really stupid and cliché :/)
OOC: Nope. Not writing anything here. This sentence is pointless.
Name: Dusty
Age: 1.5
Tested on/with: Dusty is tested with drugs. She is given a certain type of drug, and is put through a series of puzzles with other rats to try and find out how the drugs effect her, and how different drugs effect other rats.
Personality: Positives: -Smart -Calm -Strong (Mentally)
Negatives: -Cold -Shy -Silent
Appearance: Dusty is a dark brown rat with longer fur than most. Dusty has black eyes (like most) with a frosty quality in them.
History: Dusty's younger years were not the best years of her life. In fact, they were probably the worst. Dusty never remembers a mother or a father in her life, her oldest memories spent fending for herself, hardly surviving.
One night, there was a terrible blizzard, and Dusty could hardly see a foot in front of her. She walked on and on, forever it seemed, until she saw the fence to the lab. She didn't know what the lab was or what it did, but even if Dusty did know she wouldn't have found it any less welcoming. Dusty scrambled inside through some pipes, shivering and hungry. After trying to sneak down the hallway, a pink-skin ('Pink-skin'. Sorry XP) saw Dusty and decided to use her as test material. Ever since, Dusty has felt more alone than she was when she was out in the wild. (Sorry about that crappy History. It's really stupid and cliché :/)
OOC: Nope. Not writing anything here. This sentence is pointless.
