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Strychnine

Age: 
15
Gender: 
male
Species: 
hybrid
Height: 
6'2"
Weight: 
180 lbs
Build: 
Slight, but shows the possibility for a heavy build
Eyes: 
Red
Skin/fur/scales: 
Tan with very faint grey stripes around his muzzle
Hair/mane: 
Wild brown hair
Occupation: 
Freedom Fighter, solo fighter
Rank: 
Grunt
Callsign/s: 
Nothing pleasant or polite
Origin: 
Mars
Demeanor: 
He doesn't try to stick out at all despite the fact that he does, and because of his hidden temper, he shies away from most contact.
Identifying marks: 

Grey striping in his fur around his muzzle, a definite rat appearance to him with a slightly longer muzzle and smaller ears, and several scars that mar his chest and right thigh.

Rides: 

Standard-issue scavenged dune truck.

Notes: 

He's currently in the works, just trying to rough him out a bit more...

Biography: 

The resulting progeny of a Mouse/Rat union, Strychnine is one of the unfortunate few on the borders of Mouse civilization, where prejudice still reigns and if one is to survive, he has to be willing to do what's necessary... if he gets caught. No one who knows him can say if he took the name of the poison himself, or if his Rat mother had a perverse sense of humor, but it is the only name and the only lifestyle he acknowledges.

Having caught the attention of the Freedom Fighter Command when he was spotted on recon in a Plutarkian mayoral mansion intent on taking out the head fish for that district, he was brought in and retrained to work under Command's order. He is stationed with a platoon back near his home, but he refuses to go near unless there's a situation he's suited for.

Despite his obvious Rat heritage, he's as much a gentle giant as the revered Freedom Fighter Modo (RIGHT before the Bros would get their bikes) and does whatever he can to avoid conflict. If he is threatened though, or someone he's with is harmed, there's no guarantees then.