I am the Rats. The Rats is me.
His name's Zac Stockwell, but everyone in the Rats calls him "Octo" - because the first time he was in a fight, he was punching and kicking so fast, it looked like he had eight arms and legs! He only joined the gang a few weeks ago, but already a lot of the more senior members are deferring to him. He's a pretty forceful guy, and very good with a blade. Also has proved himself by carrying out stuff for the gang that few would have the balls to do. However, he's fanatically loyal and doesn't want to usurp the leader. He's very hard to bluff or intimidate, but he'd sooner talk out a problem than fight. Very smart-mouthed and cynical which tends to alienate people. Very sought after by the female members of the gang, but sometimes alienates whoever his current girl is by lack of fidelity - has been disciplined by Scar, the gang's Warlord, for causing internal tension because of this. Fanatical eye for detail - he notices everything.
Always carried a double-bladed knife, and (when needed) a handgun, though the latter he rarely uses.
Has been on the streets so long, has only a hazy memory of his childhood. Used to be a member of a gang in a city about 50 miles away, and when the gang was broken up by a police operation managed to hop a freight train and find his way to the city where the Rats hang out. Soon forced his way into the gang.