Name: Nicky
Species: Fancy Rat
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Occupations: Unemployed; occasional drug dealing
Likes: Hard drugs, large males. submission, hard rock/heavy metal, affection
Dislikes: Cops, his father, himself

Extracurricular: Has interest in pursuing rock music but his aspirations are threatened by drug use and destitution.

Nicky's a fancy rat living in the rotting side of another big city. Like many rats, at first glance the petite rodent looks tough, maybe even dangerous to some, and that's how it has to be for a rat of the city, accentuating his masculinity to hide just how much he truly values the concept. Can't tell the other males that this isn't his place, can't tell the others that he's here to see the big buck inside. He's just another young rat who hasn't grown up, hasn't grown out of that foolish hope that someday, somebody somewhere would be there, walk with him, eat with him, sit with him, or just hold him a while. Chucky's not gonna do it either but at least he'll touch him, take him, ravage him, he won't kiss him, doesn't say his name most of the time, but it's something, you have to grab anything, and a needle in the arm only takes you so far. Then it's back out there, buckle your belt, strap on the bracelets, slip your shirt back on and go back to playing your part. Go back to where you belong. That's Nicky. Just another young rat who wishes he were anyone else.