Post by lewis on Jul 24, 2014 19:37:49 GMT -5
Name: Lewis
Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: Straight, but most assume he is asexual.
Appearance: Typical albino lab rat, tan smudge on snout. Skin color should be pale tan to grey. Slightly smaller than the average male rat, and slimmer.
Testing purpose: Empathy levels in rats
Mental Health: Sane
Intelligence: High
Physical Health: Low
Fighting Ability: Low
Balance and Reflexes: Avg-High
]
Description: Lewis has a very high sense of empathy, and was tested by putting other rats around him in varying amounts of pain and measuring his stress levels. The more pain others are in, the higher his stress. It is expected that he will have a slightly shorter lifespan as a result of this. Has not ever been directly tested on.
Personality: Lewis is usually very tense, startled
easily. He's twitchy and wired, and never stops moving. He is less social than the average
male rat and large crowds make him feel sick. While he tends to keep to himself, he is helpful to the point of which
some use
him as a tool. His emotional intelligence is
exceptionally high, and would make a valuable
interrogator, as he can almost always tell when one
is
lying or acting suspicious (This is one benefit of his
heightened empathy). Lewis is also extremely sensitive and takes negative evaluation very personally, often resulting in very long grudges. When evaluated negativly, he tends to not show any sign of anger but rather hurt, usually getting a little shakey and occasionally getting sick out of anxiety. However, he remembers and will want revenge. Is also a bit hypocritical.
He does not want an intimate
relationship because he has no idea what to do withhimself in situations involving females. Has a fairly
advanced vocabulary. His mind is actually very dark and
he frequently dreams about other rats' gory demises, and
fantasizes about his own suicide (While he IS NOT
suicidal, he does fantasize about it and likes to put
himself in a situation in which he is in complete control of the outcome, and a situation like this is extremely rare for
him to come by). He dreams of being a superhero, as a
result of seeing a comic book that someone had left below
his cage. His speech pattern is slightly unusual, consisting of a few doubling phrases here an there. ex. "I just want
to escape this world, this cruel blinding world." Often, when he makes a doubled phrase, his tail twitches once.
He is NOT insane, just so you are aware. Insane
characters are overused on the extreme.
Likes:
Peanut butter, silence, Blank, his own ability to detect lies,
stars, being scratched gently behind his ears, superheros
and superhero stories
Dislikes: Crowds, loud noises,
bright lights, red lights, whitecoats (obviously), rats with
large egos, rough wood, too much
enthusiasm.
Side: Rats of the Revolution
Lewis
has taken Blank's side because he no longer wants to see
his friends dying at the hands of whitecoats. While he
sees Shale's potential, he does not believe that Shale has
the courage or drive to actually do what needs to be
done, and while Shale wants peace, Lewis thinks of Blank
as wanting to end the problem permanently. He believes
that with all the things he has seen the white-coats do
with their lack of empathy, the peace will not be kept by
their side and they are not to be trusted. He wants to get
all of the pain of war over with so that he will never have
to feel the pain of his friends again. Blank is somewhat of
a superhero to him, with his powers and courage and
drive, and Lewis looks up to him because he has always
wanted to be a hero. He is also very jealous of Blank's
abilities. While Lewis will aid Blank, he'd rather not fight,
and will prefer working behind the scenes.
History/BACKSTORY: Lewis grew up in the normal way a lab rat would, in a nursery with a foster mother rat until he was weaned. He was a slightly odd little boy, tended to repeat things other rats said to him and repeat things that he himself said. He was also very sensitive and threw up whenever his brothers or sisters got into a fight.
His life was fairly typical until he was moved to the main room with all of the adult rats, and heard speak of a rat who was rising to liberate and save them all and get revenge on the humans for what they had done, a rat that could generate electricity and move things with his mind. Some thought it was just a story, but after Lewis read a comic book someone was reading in the lab, he interpreted it to mean that even humans believed in individuals with superpowers and that Blank was a superhero that was going to save them (This was when he was still fairly young).
Then the testing began, which wasn't direct testing on Lewis, but was monitoring his stress levels when in proximity to another rat in pain, to gain more of an understanding of rats' feelings of empathy. It was found that while stress levels around rats he had never encountered before were fairly high, when rats he had been housed with were put under pain, his stress levels skyrocketed.
Lewis had no close friends, but an enemy; there was a rat he was caged with who he could not get along with, a rat with a fairly large ego and little caring of what happened to others. Lewis's despise for him drove him and gave him the will to survive in a delusional attempt to outlive and prove that he was better than the other rat. Their hatred for each other was so strong that it almost seemed like a friendship at first glance. Then his nemesis was put in confinement with him, and his worst enemy was put to die a painful death in an effort from the whitecoats to monitor Lewis's stress levels in response to a death.
He died in Lewis's arms and the last words Lewis said to him were, "Please don't die, you're the only thing I live for."
The humans seemed to be pleased with the outcome.
As Lewis grew older, he decided to join the side of the Rats of the Revolution to remove the threat of the whitecoats once and for all, as he does not believe Shale has the willpower or strength to do it. After all, Blank is the true superhero...
]
RP Example:
A low, mechanical hum methodically assaulted Lewis's ears. He opened one eye a sliver, shuddered, and squeezed it back shut as a shaft of white drilled into his brain. Bright, so bright. He loathed the light, the ever seeking light that always found him when he hid. The pain, the ache in his head that the light induced was sickening.
The rat slowly adjusted to the cruel brilliance, scanning the setting beyond his cage. He was unused to the new, unusual and so very /bright/ world he had been thrown into. He had only left the nursery a few days previously. The nursery, the quiet dark nursery. He loved that nursery.
A few other rats were caged with him, unfamiliar and alien to him. But their emotions beat to the same pulse as his own, and he was drawn into their minds. One was uncomfortable, shifting foot to foot, possibly because he was also new or disliked the prospect of being caged with Lewis. Feeling slightly hurt, he directed his attention to another, and then another. Bleak moods, the same bleak and empty hearts as his. He was thankful they were not sad. Sad hurt him, hurt him. His tail twitched.
Lewis flicked his direction of sight back to the noisy exterior, and through the haze of white noticed a beacon of color. He retraced the path of his eyes and tilted his head towards the source. There was a book, a thin open book on a table beneath his cage. But not a book that he normally saw, the ones with layers upon layers of sprawling black on white. This one was full of color. He inched towards the edge of his cage, looking over the shoulder of a whitecoat.
There were pictures instead of words, magical pictures so full of life and color that they almost seemed to move. His eyes widened and he pressed his paws to the glass. Most of the pictures were of a man in vibrant colors, kicking and punching people who looked terrible and mean. Lewis was saddened to see the pain of the magical paper men, but he looked on in awe and he started to notice a pattern, and saw that the pictures made a story, a story of fighting and hurting.
A whitecoat wearing large glasses suddenly obscured Lewis's vision and sat down in front of the picture book, turning the page. With a huff of irritation, the rat scurried to the side so that he could view the pages again, rolling up onto his hind legs and leaning into the glass. Several other men joined in communication with the Glasses Man and they all laughed for a moment, but Lewis was too caught up in the story to notice much.
Slowly he was drawn through the world of the brightly colored man, the brightly colored man who Lewis had deemed a good guy when he saw a picture of him kicking a paperlocked Whitecoat in the face. Mesmerized, mesmerized, his tail and whiskers twitched and his eyes were unblinking until the world had faded into memory, and the memory had evolved into desire. /I want to be a superhero/, he decided. /I want to be a superhero and save the day, and have superpowers and fight villains/, he thought. And he knew of a superhero beyond the prison of paper and ink beneath him, a rat with superpowers and an urge to liberate. "Come save me," Lewis whispered softly, his breath fogging the glass, "Come save me from the light, Blank."
(Note: no this will not evolve into rat yaoi)
I have not yet created a reference drawing, but I will soon. I am on Deviantart, my name is Healehwolf
Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: Straight, but most assume he is asexual.
Appearance: Typical albino lab rat, tan smudge on snout. Skin color should be pale tan to grey. Slightly smaller than the average male rat, and slimmer.
Testing purpose: Empathy levels in rats
Mental Health: Sane
Intelligence: High
Physical Health: Low
Fighting Ability: Low
Balance and Reflexes: Avg-High
]
Description: Lewis has a very high sense of empathy, and was tested by putting other rats around him in varying amounts of pain and measuring his stress levels. The more pain others are in, the higher his stress. It is expected that he will have a slightly shorter lifespan as a result of this. Has not ever been directly tested on.
Personality: Lewis is usually very tense, startled
easily. He's twitchy and wired, and never stops moving. He is less social than the average
male rat and large crowds make him feel sick. While he tends to keep to himself, he is helpful to the point of which
some use
him as a tool. His emotional intelligence is
exceptionally high, and would make a valuable
interrogator, as he can almost always tell when one
is
lying or acting suspicious (This is one benefit of his
heightened empathy). Lewis is also extremely sensitive and takes negative evaluation very personally, often resulting in very long grudges. When evaluated negativly, he tends to not show any sign of anger but rather hurt, usually getting a little shakey and occasionally getting sick out of anxiety. However, he remembers and will want revenge. Is also a bit hypocritical.
He does not want an intimate
relationship because he has no idea what to do withhimself in situations involving females. Has a fairly
advanced vocabulary. His mind is actually very dark and
he frequently dreams about other rats' gory demises, and
fantasizes about his own suicide (While he IS NOT
suicidal, he does fantasize about it and likes to put
himself in a situation in which he is in complete control of the outcome, and a situation like this is extremely rare for
him to come by). He dreams of being a superhero, as a
result of seeing a comic book that someone had left below
his cage. His speech pattern is slightly unusual, consisting of a few doubling phrases here an there. ex. "I just want
to escape this world, this cruel blinding world." Often, when he makes a doubled phrase, his tail twitches once.
He is NOT insane, just so you are aware. Insane
characters are overused on the extreme.
Likes:
Peanut butter, silence, Blank, his own ability to detect lies,
stars, being scratched gently behind his ears, superheros
and superhero stories
Dislikes: Crowds, loud noises,
bright lights, red lights, whitecoats (obviously), rats with
large egos, rough wood, too much
enthusiasm.
Side: Rats of the Revolution
Lewis
has taken Blank's side because he no longer wants to see
his friends dying at the hands of whitecoats. While he
sees Shale's potential, he does not believe that Shale has
the courage or drive to actually do what needs to be
done, and while Shale wants peace, Lewis thinks of Blank
as wanting to end the problem permanently. He believes
that with all the things he has seen the white-coats do
with their lack of empathy, the peace will not be kept by
their side and they are not to be trusted. He wants to get
all of the pain of war over with so that he will never have
to feel the pain of his friends again. Blank is somewhat of
a superhero to him, with his powers and courage and
drive, and Lewis looks up to him because he has always
wanted to be a hero. He is also very jealous of Blank's
abilities. While Lewis will aid Blank, he'd rather not fight,
and will prefer working behind the scenes.
History/BACKSTORY: Lewis grew up in the normal way a lab rat would, in a nursery with a foster mother rat until he was weaned. He was a slightly odd little boy, tended to repeat things other rats said to him and repeat things that he himself said. He was also very sensitive and threw up whenever his brothers or sisters got into a fight.
His life was fairly typical until he was moved to the main room with all of the adult rats, and heard speak of a rat who was rising to liberate and save them all and get revenge on the humans for what they had done, a rat that could generate electricity and move things with his mind. Some thought it was just a story, but after Lewis read a comic book someone was reading in the lab, he interpreted it to mean that even humans believed in individuals with superpowers and that Blank was a superhero that was going to save them (This was when he was still fairly young).
Then the testing began, which wasn't direct testing on Lewis, but was monitoring his stress levels when in proximity to another rat in pain, to gain more of an understanding of rats' feelings of empathy. It was found that while stress levels around rats he had never encountered before were fairly high, when rats he had been housed with were put under pain, his stress levels skyrocketed.
Lewis had no close friends, but an enemy; there was a rat he was caged with who he could not get along with, a rat with a fairly large ego and little caring of what happened to others. Lewis's despise for him drove him and gave him the will to survive in a delusional attempt to outlive and prove that he was better than the other rat. Their hatred for each other was so strong that it almost seemed like a friendship at first glance. Then his nemesis was put in confinement with him, and his worst enemy was put to die a painful death in an effort from the whitecoats to monitor Lewis's stress levels in response to a death.
He died in Lewis's arms and the last words Lewis said to him were, "Please don't die, you're the only thing I live for."
The humans seemed to be pleased with the outcome.
As Lewis grew older, he decided to join the side of the Rats of the Revolution to remove the threat of the whitecoats once and for all, as he does not believe Shale has the willpower or strength to do it. After all, Blank is the true superhero...
]
RP Example:
A low, mechanical hum methodically assaulted Lewis's ears. He opened one eye a sliver, shuddered, and squeezed it back shut as a shaft of white drilled into his brain. Bright, so bright. He loathed the light, the ever seeking light that always found him when he hid. The pain, the ache in his head that the light induced was sickening.
The rat slowly adjusted to the cruel brilliance, scanning the setting beyond his cage. He was unused to the new, unusual and so very /bright/ world he had been thrown into. He had only left the nursery a few days previously. The nursery, the quiet dark nursery. He loved that nursery.
A few other rats were caged with him, unfamiliar and alien to him. But their emotions beat to the same pulse as his own, and he was drawn into their minds. One was uncomfortable, shifting foot to foot, possibly because he was also new or disliked the prospect of being caged with Lewis. Feeling slightly hurt, he directed his attention to another, and then another. Bleak moods, the same bleak and empty hearts as his. He was thankful they were not sad. Sad hurt him, hurt him. His tail twitched.
Lewis flicked his direction of sight back to the noisy exterior, and through the haze of white noticed a beacon of color. He retraced the path of his eyes and tilted his head towards the source. There was a book, a thin open book on a table beneath his cage. But not a book that he normally saw, the ones with layers upon layers of sprawling black on white. This one was full of color. He inched towards the edge of his cage, looking over the shoulder of a whitecoat.
There were pictures instead of words, magical pictures so full of life and color that they almost seemed to move. His eyes widened and he pressed his paws to the glass. Most of the pictures were of a man in vibrant colors, kicking and punching people who looked terrible and mean. Lewis was saddened to see the pain of the magical paper men, but he looked on in awe and he started to notice a pattern, and saw that the pictures made a story, a story of fighting and hurting.
A whitecoat wearing large glasses suddenly obscured Lewis's vision and sat down in front of the picture book, turning the page. With a huff of irritation, the rat scurried to the side so that he could view the pages again, rolling up onto his hind legs and leaning into the glass. Several other men joined in communication with the Glasses Man and they all laughed for a moment, but Lewis was too caught up in the story to notice much.
Slowly he was drawn through the world of the brightly colored man, the brightly colored man who Lewis had deemed a good guy when he saw a picture of him kicking a paperlocked Whitecoat in the face. Mesmerized, mesmerized, his tail and whiskers twitched and his eyes were unblinking until the world had faded into memory, and the memory had evolved into desire. /I want to be a superhero/, he decided. /I want to be a superhero and save the day, and have superpowers and fight villains/, he thought. And he knew of a superhero beyond the prison of paper and ink beneath him, a rat with superpowers and an urge to liberate. "Come save me," Lewis whispered softly, his breath fogging the glass, "Come save me from the light, Blank."
(Note: no this will not evolve into rat yaoi)
I have not yet created a reference drawing, but I will soon. I am on Deviantart, my name is Healehwolf