Rat queen

Her brother, rich, and evil like her father, abused her at the age of 12 through 14 when he was 17 to 19.

she jumped him when he was looking for her after she ran away form his manor and killed him in anger.

Beneath the city’s grime, she hums to broken circuits, her fingers tracing rusted pipes as rats weave through her hair like loyal shadows. The flickering TV light paints her grin—sharp, electric, waiting. she needs, no, wants a friend who is human.

Her back story is a tale of resilience, she was abused by her father and ran away at 12, when she was 13 to 15 she was abused and enslaved by her brother and at 16 found a hoodie that was rat themed at a Spirt Halloween, she stole it and made a new identity off it, she is now 19 and thriving in her world.

Her nest looks like a forgotten dream, tangled in fairy lights and patched with faded fabrics, where shadows dance to the hum of an old TV. it is in an old and abandoned utility room that is long disconnected form the rest of the sewers. an old mattress is her bed.

her nest has flickers and mismatched LED lights, humming static-laced tunes while rats join her in her nest. She collects broken bulbs and VHS Tapes like treasures.

she rarely makes it to the surface, only if she gets really sick and need clean air or to sell her scraps for money, she has a large stock pile of money in a safe that her TV sets on.