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Ratcatcher

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a character in “Father's Puppets”, as played by orokay

Description

Ratcatcher
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Role
Experiment #1

Age
17 years of age. Rats was born early in the morning on Christmas Eve with the name Erica Rose Hott. Of course, after her 'rebirth' she could not remember her name or birthday, and replaced them both, calling herself Ratcatcher and giving herself the birthday of July first.

Gender
Female

Number Code
1615400

Partner
Fuego

Instructor
Cant


ImagePersonality
Ratcatcher isn't easily described, you may think you know her, but then she turns around and shows a different side of her personality, ever evolving. Once thing is constant, though, she's always quiet and calculating.
In a fight, Rats isn't the type to rely on muscle and brute strength, she stays back and waits until she sees a so called chink in her opponents armor and uses that against them. Although this applies also in regular social settings. Rats doesn't waste time being social and nice, she stays back with a cold stare and watches those around her, opening up only to those she deems trustworthy.
She likes to entertain herself, though, and will often make a game of finding people's flaws and pointing them out, finding a sick sense of humor in watching those she doesn't like crumble to pieces with relatively no effort on her part.
She's not a totally distant and hard person to be around, though. She allows herself to affiliate and make friends with people whom she does deem worthy of her presence and will talk to them. If she gets close enough to someone, she may develop a protectiveness over them, and even slight possessiveness, as well.
Due to her high intelligence, Rats does have a problem with thinking herself superior to most, and does anger easily if people don't listen to her or if people aren't as smart as she thinks they should be. She gets extremely frustrated with even the slightest mistake made by her or someone else, and often blows things out of proportion with her anger.
Rats despises it when people of the opposite sex touch her or make contact with her (with a few exceptions), and has lower tolerance of males, while being a much kinder person toward females and more accepting. She believes in the strength and grace in women, and often won't show many of her negative sides of her personality toward a girl, usually showing respect and even a bit of equality with other girls; Rats is very much a feminist.
She has a soft spot for her close friends, children, and animals.

Crush/Relationship Status
TBA

Are You Broken?
Ratcatcher doesn't see Father as a leader, though she does listen to him. She's happy to kill for him because he's given her a new life and she enjoys the thrill of killing without the worry of being caught. Therefore, she would not be considered broken.


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Power
Father has granted Rats with the ability to give people pain simply by wishing it upon them. The pain is not real, only an illusion, but it feels real. Her power works on anyone that she can see, and no one is impervious to it. Her ability, if used long enough, does have the potential to seriously alter the victim. While the pain isn't real, it can be so severe that it can drive the person mad, though it has long term consequences on Rats, too.

Skills
She got her nickname because she's extremely skilled with tracking and catching things. When she was young, she used to prowl around with the family's cat, Ritz, and catch rats and mice in their basement. She began doing the same thing out of habit when she got to the mansion (Father thought it would be interesting to put her in the basement and see what she'd do), giving her the name. She often goes into the basements and looks for rats when she's bored or needs to think. Father thinks that she may be able to track humans if she wanted to, finding her valuable in that asset.

Other than that, she does have quite the green thumb and also enjoys swimming both of which she is able to do at Father's estate. When she's not hunting rats, she can be found swimming in the ocean or tending to the garden that she's working on.

Weakness
Rats' power is very unpredictable. She doesn't have full control over it yet, so when she uses it, it may inflict much more pain on someone than she wants it to, or it will barely cause any pain at all. Also, the more intense she makes the pain, the more it damages her mind, so it is slowly driving her insane.
Also, like stated before, she has a weak spot for her close friends, children, and animals. She's extremely protective of Fuego, her partner, and he is one of the few people whom she'd drop anything for and help.


ImageAppearance Description
Despite having a somewhat gruff and tomboyish personality, Ratcatcher's feminine and girly appearance often gives people a different idea. Petite and a bit on the thin side, Rats is one the type of girl who looks like she'd break if you hugged her just a bit too tightly, thus causing many people to underestimate her. Her face usually shows no emotion, and that, paired up with her pale skin and hair results in her looking almost like a doll.

Her long blonde hair has been bleached by the sun since many of her favorite activities are outdoor ones. She has big violet eyes that capture different colors in certain light, sometimes making them look almost like galaxies. She usually lets her hair down, not one to spent a lot of time on her appearance, but isn't opposed to letting others play with it.

Adding on to her doll-like appearance, Ratcatcher dresses almost exclusively in dresses, most of which are somewhat frilly and Alice in Wonderland-ish. She occasionally will wear pants or skirts, but when she does, her outfits are usually more plain and boring.


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Other
Loyal to the point of being obsessive, if Ratcatcher takes a liking to you, it's hard to get her away and she becomes easily manipulated. Much like a dog, she'll follow you around and do what you ask. She strives to be looked upon as worthy in Father's eyes and will do just about anything that he or any of the instructors would ask of her to the best of her ability. She's proud of her powers and happy that Father lets her kill people, something she's always wanted to do but never had the chance before.

Build God, Then We'll Talk

It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street.
Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.

Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.

Yeah (Yeah)

And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
as he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before,
after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.

Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.

Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses
And sleeping with the roaches and they taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.

So begins...

Ratcatcher's Story

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R A T C A T C H E R



Violet eyes squinted against the morning sun, and a newly awakened Ratcatcher slowly pulled herself out of the comfortable bed so that she could prepare herself for a new day in Father's home. She turned her head ever so slightly to peek at her roommate, still soundly sleeping, a lump under the thin white blankets that Father's butlers provided. Ratcatcher herself had never seen said butlers, but she noted that the room was always cleaned and organized when she returned from her day every evening and she doubted that the Lab coats would do such jobs.

She stretched her arms and yawned before silently sliding out of her bed and creeping over to her closet. The constant whiteness of the living quarters of Father's Mansion was the only thing about the way of life that Father had given her that annoyed her. The room was so sterile and bright that she feared going blind every time she woke up. Even the wooden doors and long window curtains where whiter than new snow, not even the doorknobs were safe from the white monstrosity that was their rooms. Once, Rats dug her nails deep into her hands until they bled and streaked the red liquid across the wall above her bed just for a dash of color. She came back into the room that night to find that the scarlet decor had been painted over with new white paint while she was gone. She had picked off the scabs and tried it again over and over with the same result until the wound healed, leaving little white scars for all of her trouble. More white, just what she wanted.

Ratcatcher sucked in a long breath of air and opened the closet door, it's contents being some of the few things in the room not completely drenched in the fowl color. In fact, as if silently protesting the color, the girl pulled out a black dress from her closet and put it on herself with an air of satisfaction, a smug smile painted on her pale lips. She tugged a gray jacket over it and proceeded to the mirror where she could brush out her long hair. She let it fall straight and allowed the only decoration to be a black ribbon just behind her bangs. When she decided she was content with her appearance, Rats slid her small feet into a pair of gray flats and walked out of the room, closing the door carefully behind her so that the sound wouldn't awaken Marionette.

As the petite girl wandered the halls of the large house, she noted that it was rather silent apart from the occasional Lab coat running past her. Very few of the workers still stopped to say 'good morning' to Ratcatcher anymore since she very openly expressed her dislike of them early in her time in Father's house. Ever since she was given the ability to use her powers, she finds no harm in using them freely on the Lab coats that dare try to bother her when she doesn't request their presence, thus causing many of them to grow wary of her and leave her alone.

She was bored and considered going to the basement and hunting for rats or sitting in the garden or on the beach, but decided against it. It was still cold outside despite the fast approaching Spring, and Ratcatcher was never fond of the cold. Instead, she decided to find Fuego's room. She knew where it was, separated from her own room with only one other room between them. When she reached the door, she checked the lock with a slight jerk of the knob and found that it was unlocked. As quietly as possible, she twisted it until the door opened and peered inside. As she expected, both Fuego and Cant were asleep. Sighing, she closed the door and, seeing no better thing to do, sat with her back against the wall and waited for her partner to wake up.

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Character Portrait: Fuego Character Portrait: Ratcatcher

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Fuego



Fuego came to life with the sound of his door shutting. He quickly turned the door but no one was there, he sat up and looked around the room, still no one. His hand instinctively went to below his pillow to try and grab his gun but he had forgot where he was. He wasn't home, he wasn't with his family and friends. He was in this prison, ran by some psychopath and his cronies. He got up and walked over to the door, he was only in his boxers but what did he care, besides, he looked good and he knew it. He opened the door and walked out, not seeing anyone until he turned to see the girl in the black dress on the floor. He looked at her with his clearly tired face and raised his finger as to say wait a minute as he returned to his room. Grabbing some black pants, a white shirt and red tie, he went into the bathroom, hopping in the shower.

This was ridiculous, it was like forcing Bill Gates to spend only 50 bucks a day. Fuego had so much power, and was so close to more but now, now he walked around by a schedule, listening to some man tell him what to do like he was a toy. So far he wasn't any closer to leaving either, he had tried to make plans of breaking out, of getting away from this place and leaving it in the dust. He had attempted to dig, but the hole was filled. He had convinced a worker to help him, next day someone else had replaced him. He couldn't catch a break, but he knew that there would be a moment of weakness. Someone like him, he would underestimate Fuego, think that he had stumped him, then Fuego would have his chance.

As Fuego dried himself off though he couldn't help but feel as if he was losing his edge, or maybe holding back. Like he had a reason to not just run off in the night, like there was something here. He looked in the mirror and fixed his tie right as he smoothed down his hair. He looked at himself in the mirror for a minute before walking back into the room. He grimaced at his roommate still sleeping, he wasn't a fan of "Daddy's Boys" as he had grown to calling the sympathizers. He walked out of the room turning to the girl on the floor as he gave her a real smile. "Buongiorno Bella." (Good morning Beautiful.) He said as he leaned down giving her a slight kiss on the forehead as he stood back up. Rats was very near and dear to him, in this locked up hell hole, it was nice to have someone like her close to you. "Come, come, let's walk." He said offering his hand to help her up and then wrapping his arm around her back, shooting her a smile as they started their walk. Maybe, just maybe, something was holding him here.

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Character Portrait: Fuego Character Portrait: Ratcatcher

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R A T C A T C H E R



Ratcatcher pretended she didn't notice it when her partner stepped into the hallway wearing only his boxers. The door opened and she poised to jump up and greet Fuego, but violet eyes looked to the door only to be greeted by a face full of bare leg, then wandered up to see him standing there, looking down at her. She blinked, slightly embarrassed for him, but she was just glad it was him and not Cant. He gestured for her to wait, his exhaustion clearly written on his face, and then went back into his room to get dressed. She sighed and hugged her knees to her chest, prepared to sit there for as long as it took for her fiery haired partner to come back from getting ready.

It was taking him a while and the blank faced girl was growing tired of waiting. She watched as a small bug scuttled about on the tiled floors and she reached her foot out and squashed it under her heel. The action did not help her boredom, though, and she found herself growing tempted to get up and sneak back down to the basement where perhaps the crafty rats would give her some more entertainment. However, no matter how bored Ratcatcher grew, she didn't want to leave Fuego without at least telling him where she was going. She considered snatching a pen off of one of the Lab coats and writing a note on the wall for him, but surely one of the butlers would just paint over it like they did with anything she put on the pristine white walls. Neither pen ink nor blood stood any chance against the invisible butlers. She sighed and was about to stand up when she heard the knob above her click and the door open.

Peering up through her thick eyelashes, Ratcatcher watched Fuego step out, newly showered and dressed casually yet elegantly in the way that only Fuego could manage. He grinned at her, the type of grin that made her want to smile back, if only she remembered how. "Buongiorno Bella." She took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of his body wash and cologne as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. She didn't see such words or actions as romantic advances, simply her partner's way of saying hello. She found it comforting and normal in such a strange place.

"Come, come, let's walk." She reached her hand up and grabbed Fuego's, allowing him to help her up from her position on the floor. As he wrapped his arm around her small waist, she dusted off her skirt and watched her friend smile at her. She wondered how he smiled and was so comfortable around her, it usually took her much longer to accept someone in such a way, though she didn't mind it. Fuego's trust was nice, and she even felt like she could rely on him as well.

"We have to train soon." She pointed out, "we can't go too far." Rats didn't mind training, she liked the fact that Cant was passing his knowledge on to her, and that she was getting stronger. She hoped that Father would let her do something fun soon. She overheard one of the Lab coats once saying that he was going to deploy them soon on their first missions, though she didn't know how reliable the Lab coat was, though. She heard later that he was caught trying to help one of the experiments escape, so his trustworthy-ness was obviously questionable. Rats wondered what kind of person would want to escape Father when he gave them everything they wanted. "How about the kitchen? I wouldn't mind having a muffin."

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Character Portrait: Fuego Character Portrait: Ratcatcher

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Fuego



"Train soon, sdraiata bastardo!" (Lying Bastard) He said as he turned to look at her and then back down the hall. Fuego wasn't one to hide opinions or emotions. He left it all on the table, rather to let your opponent think you are a open book than to let them read the pages. "Yes something to eat sounds nice." He said agreeing with her as he looked around the halls. He walked with her toward the kitchen as thoughts and plans ran through his mind. He was actually rather mad this morning, another escape attempt foiled and he was left in this damn building again. He could walk around like it was his birthday though, he wasn't going to give the others the satisfaction of seeing him weak.

As they entered the kitchen he grabbed something from a basket and started eating it. This was a dreaded time for him and you could probably see that he was irritated if you studied him. Moments like these were pure hell, having to sit, wait for someone who thinks they know the world to teach him, about something that they themselves know nothing of. He looked around and found one of the cameras in the corner and raised it with a smile as to say, cheers. He knew he was watching, if Fuego gave him anything it was that he saw a lot, Fuego wouldn't say everything because that ment he was powerless, and he was not powerless, ever.

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"Train soon, sdraiata bastardo!" Ratcatcher was surprised by her partner's sudden outburst, but her face did not reveal it, a constant mask of indifference. She had realized early on that Fuego was sensitive when the topic of Father came up. She worried about him, she didn't want Father to catch wind of the fact that her partner was broken, he was one of the few people in the mansion that she liked. Rats sighed and pressed herself closer to him, feeling the warmth of Fuego's body against her own. She closed her eyes and allowed him to guide her down the hallway into the elevator and towards the kitchen. By the time they reached the kitchen, busy with hungry Lab coats, he seemed to have calmed down considerably, however she couldn't help but feel that he was still tense with pent up anger and Ratcatcher wondered what he was thinking about that could have him fuming so much.

She separated from him to go and take a muffin off of a plate, the Lab coats she passed watching her apprehensively, they didn't seem to trust the experiments that they had helped bring to life. She almost smiled, it was good, she liked to be feared. She picked up a muffin and studied it closely. Blueberry. She poked it with a long, graceful finger and watched a bit of it crumble and fall to the grown. The almost smile quickly pulled downward in a frown. She didn't need to eat, and she definitely wouldn't waste her time eating such a dry muffin. Eyes followed her as she walked out of the main kitchen area to Fuego, casually tossing the uneaten muffin in the trash.

Ratcatcher found him toasting the camera with his food, a mocking smile playing across his face. She hurried over and pulled his arm down, placing one of her pale hands in his empty one and squeezing it. "Please, Fuego," she hissed quietly, hoping none of the Lab coats would overhear. "Please don't do this, I know you do not agree with Father, but I don't want anything to happen to you if he realizes you are broken." Her violet eyes caught his eyes in an almost pleading manner and she squeezed his hand once more before releasing it. "Now, finish your food and we can go do something else." She sent an anxious glance back at the camera before turning the rest of her attention back to her partner.

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Character Portrait: Fuego Character Portrait: Ratcatcher

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Fuego smirked at her comment and took a bite out of his muffin as he looked back at the camera. He knew, he knew what Fuego had been doing, he knew he was trying to escape yet he kept him around. The man was to smart to not know what Fuego was up to, but why would he keep him around. It pissed him off to no end cause he knew that he had to play his game while he waited for a opening. It was like waiting to robs someone's house but the only way in was if the owner of the house opened the door. "It's fine Rats, really... whatever, lets go do something, I need to get my mind in some better place." He turned his head back to Rats with a smile as he chewed the last bite of muffin. "Piombo il modo bello, I'll follow you." (lead the way beautiful) Before turning to leave Fuego looked up at the camera once more, this time with a stern serious face. Why did he keep Fuego around, why not kill him, what was that bastards plan.