Race: Ratling/Nezumi
Age: 27
Height: 5'3''

Carrying himself with a balanced, slinking posture, this impressively sized rodent studies his surroundings with a gaze both thoughtful and cunning. His long snout is scrunched, wrinkled and twitching tirelessly, almost perpetually, as it's clear he gleans much information from the scents his sharp nose can track. It's an ashen-gray coat of fur that covers his body, the hairs coarse and neatly cascading down his frame, thin enough to betray the pink, taut skin beneath. A long tail snaps and lashes behind him, naked and prehensile.

Some might be quick to dismiss ratfolk as a frail, fleetfooted race, though there is a defined, muscular strength about Tak'rut'chak that speaks to a nature leaning far more 'fight' than 'flight'; a fact punctuated most notably by the large sword that's often clapping against his back.

Should he speak, it is a wispy, harsh hiss of a voice that falls upon listening ears. When he's agitated or excited, he has a tendency to gnash and brux his fangs, leading to a 'stuttering' speech pattern. This is, nevertheless, a progression from the near constant ticks and twitches he was once prone to.

It seems he's perfectly capable of speaking and understanding Common and prefers this tongue when interfacing with others.

He was once a constant drifter, seemingly without aim or purpose, prone to forget things that came to pass mere weeks later. These days, it seems he carries himself with far more confidence, shaped by his experiences as most are.

Lights:

Greens: I'm up for most anything, send a tell with questions or (better) just roleplay into the scenario and see what happens.

Reds: Anything against server rules regarding roleplay, powergaming, metagaming, etc.