Timor Raspith

by Andalite

### **Appearance**

Timor is dreadfully thin, and standing at 6' 1", he looks more stretched out than tall, with lanky, gangley limbs, tanned, scarred skin and dark eyes. He isn't what one would call *handsome,* but has a sort of rugged, bad-boy appeal about him. Rat ears sprout from his brown hair and he sports a matching tail, and black nails. His front teeth are a bit larger than usual, and he tends to have some stubble on his jaw and chin.

His clothes are often a bit too big for him, hanging loose and often in shades of brown. He is generally seen with several mismatched pieces of jewelry, including several earrings, stolen bracelets, multiple rings and some nabbed necklaces under his shirt. He has two notches in his left ear, one from years ago and another more recently from Hallow.

### **Personality**

Snarky and cocky, Timor is confident in his abilities and doesn't fear pain or punishment. He does what he pleases and will gloat as he does so. He doesn't care what anyone thinks of him, but he is sly. He may be your friend for months or years, before stabbing you in the back - quite literally.

He is surprisingly patient when he has to be, though he doesn't like to wait if he doesn't need to. He can be quite rude and is *extremely* talkative, doing it more if his audience seems irritated by it. He likes to get a rise out of people, and if you show weakness, he will pounce on it.

Timor acts like he cares about the rodent population and the 'little guy', having become a symbol of sorts to them, but he honestly only cares about self gain. In this way, he is good at deceiving people and playing nice, sometimes using this to begin one of his many flings. If someone catches his eye, he can be the sort of guy a girl thinks she can change and help....until he gets bored, robs her and ditches her without a thought.

### **History**

Timor was born in prison, an Extraling.  He tried staying back and being quiet, as his mom told him to, but only ended up starving.  Then he began to talk.
The guards mostly ignored him, a few shoved him away from the bars, but Timor persisted, and the guards and prisoners soon realized the only way to shut him up was to beat him, or feed him.

They tried the first method, but eventually it stopped working.  He'd just laugh through the pain and chatter on.  Eventually, the only way they could get peace was to feed him.

Timor watched, and he learned.

Eventually, Timor's mom broke out in the night, leaving the scrawny, rodent child behind while he had been sleeping. Timor woke to an empty cell, and no way out.

The boy began to plot.  This cage he was in was made for any sort of Shifter - Rodents included - and there was no room for him to slip through the bars, nor dig his way out.

So he decided to play the nice guy.

By now, Timor was twelve, and knew the guards by name, not that they liked him anymore for it.  He did, however, know which ones liked to play cards and drink on the job, and so he made a bargain.

He wouldn't tell, if they let him join in.

The guards were careful, making sure he couldn't escape as they slipped bottles of whisky and beer into the cell, and playing cards just outside where he could play along.  In return, Timor kept his mouth shut about it and warned them when less....*lax* guards were on their way, so they could hide the evidence.

By the time he was thirteen, they had gotten used to the routine, and when one of the guards reached into his cell, he killed them with the sharp glass of a broken beer bottle that he had smashed when they weren't near.    Without hesitation, he slipped out of the cell, and Shifted, using his knowledge of the guards' routs to stay hidden.  Anyone who spotted the boy was swiftly killed and looted for weapons, clothes and coins.

When he was in the clear, Timor used what he had collected to clean himself up, changing into the guards' baggy clothes and cutting his too-long hair with glass shards and daggers.  He sold whatever was left that he didn't need and left for the nearest town.

He quickly learned how unwelcome a rat was among civilized people, but eventually wormed his way into a small gang lead by an Agell by the name of Tobi.  Timor followed orders, fetched drinks, and was a good little boy for two years.

Then he'd had enough.  Over his years there, he had turned all the rodents in the gang to his side, and was responsible for several of them joining, so when he killed Tobi, no one argued against him when he declared himself their new leader.  It was difficult to argue when daggers were pointed at your throat.

Under Timor's eye, the gang flourished.  Their numbers trippled, and their territory grew at an alarming rate.  Timor began dabbling in buisness, using the names and methods he'd learned from his neighbors im prison to find clients and partners.  Steadily, the fifteen-year-old was growing in fame.  It didn't take long before he began merging with other gangs, and taking over their leadership one by one.

And he began to catch the eye of the criminal underworld.

One day, Timor got a lead on a Lord who had quite a bit of cash and would be alone today, and went out to go on a spree.  Mr. Marigold caught him rifling through his chests, but Timor only smirked as countless other thieves made themselves known around them.  Mr. Marigold didn't seem angry or scared though, and offered the young Rat an opportunity to learn, and expand.

Timor took it.  And a good five bags of gold the man wouldn't miss.

Timor began training under Marigold in secret, learning names and faces, tips and tricks, and getting himself into the criminal undergound, with a Lord at his side.  Eventually, they became more partners then mentor and student, and then more friends then partners.  Timor respected Mr. Marigold,  and in turn, was treated as an equal, a friend, and a son.

Timor's numbers grew ever larger.  He became a legendary figure among the rodents, fighting those who were cruel to them and giving them safety.  Even the cautious Mus joined him, for a time, and gained him more followers then he could have imagined.

Timor's base had become far too small, and so he began to make plans.  He sent over half of his people to start work on something they knew: a den.  But one much bigger then they'd ever dreamed of.

As he became richer, he moved up in the ranks.  He was a confusing one, who would share a laugh over drinks one day and kill you the next.  Only Mr. Marigold really understood him.

His knowledge of the Rat died with him.  At Timor's request, he never relayed the information he knew to anyone.

When he heard of his friend's death, Timor didn't mourn in the usual sense.  Instead, he went around the land, taking down his mentor's past competitors in his name, and ensuring the man's posessions would not fall into their hands.

Not long after word of his death, Timor met the man's daughter.  She certainly didn't look near as strong, or wise, or capable as her father, and every second he spent with her just made his hand itch to *rob her and be done with it already*, but Timor played nice.  He was fair at waiting, when he needed to.  He would be a good boy and do what he was supposed to, teach her as he'd been taught, scare her a bit, and then.....

Well, Timor wasn't one to play nice for long.

### **Story so far**

Timor was first canonically mentioned by Murinae and Mus, suggesting they both know him or at least know *of* him.

Timor has shown connections to Hallow, mentioning past deals for varying things. Hallow shows a clear frustration and dislike of the Rat, who dislikes authority as a rule and has a habit of pressing his luck, but seems to find him useful. It's highly likely Hallow has attempted to intimidate or put him in his place before, but Raspith shows no issue with pain, and little to no fear of death, so threats tend to fall flat. Even so, the Rat 'plays nice' to Hallow's face unless he believes he is in a very safe position.

When he was caught breaking into Juniper's new-old house near Hallow's after she moved there, it was revealed he knew Juniper's father, and they were buisness partners. He was clearly unimpressed by Juniper, and just mocked Angus, but for some unknown reason- possibly out of loyalty to her dad, but that is unlikely -he agreed to 'teach her his ways' and help her learn about her father. Even so, Timor is rarely nice for long, and even rarer is it genuine.

During the Winter Festival of Lights, Frost separated from Hallow, and Timor was employed by Barry - or rather, Barry and Hubble - to take her out of Winter and to them to keep her safe. He did so, but once they arrived, he demanded a payment that wasn't agreed apon, but he said was implied. When they failed to pay immediately, he took Frost as his prisoner as collateral until they paid up.

Immediately after, he told Frost that there was a way to help the payment: assist him in robbing the Spring Palace of an old precious artifact they had gained. She did so reluctantly, and he took more from the treasury than he'd suggested he planned to, but they both got away physically unharmed. The relic turned out to be ancient and cursed, so the escape was a bit difficult, as it pulled them together like a magnet, but getting it back to his underground, he fulfilled his end of the bargain and let her go.

Unbeknownst to Frost, he followed her at a distance, and heard when she was attacked by Hallow on the way back to Barry's. He revealed himself without warning, defending her and giving her opportunity to escape, and leaving him suffering several injuries. This seemed to put him in a better light to Frost, and she helped him get to a healer, tended to his wounds, and actually talked to him, at which point he told her a little of his past.

### **Character Relationships**

Lord Hallow

Buisness partners from time to time, Timor plays nice with him and knows when to keep his mouth shut, but still likes to push it from time to time, and remind the Roach that he doesn't fear him.

Lady Frost Northwind

Timor seems to either love her or hate her, as he relentlessly insults and posters her at any opportunity. This may be a way to get at Hallow, or even just his desire for a new target, but he has no qualms with hitting her where it hurts. Still, he hasn't actually harmed her physically.

After he protected her from Hallow, they have reached an almost friendly status, though he is undoubtedly intentionally playing on her sympathy.

Mus

They have a history. You'll see.

Juniper Marigold

Having known and respected her father, Timor can proudly say he holds zero respect for her and would rather her old man be here instead. For now though, he is playing nice...

Angus

Timor dislikes the horse but not in any real special way, more considering him an annoyance and an easy target.

### **Quotes**

" 'Ello luv,"

"Yer breakin' me poor li'l heart, luv."

### **Trivia**

- Timor was originally a character in A Simple Autumn Life before he became canon

- He speaks with a British Cockney accent

- Timor has suggested a dislike of small enclosed spaces or rooms, though that could be fabricated for sympathy

- Unlike my Mouse-Shifters, Timor isn't overly small, nor does he have a high-pitched/nightcored voice