Gratz Windpipe

The Sewer King Gratz Windpipe (a.k.a. Don Gratz)

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Basically my backstory Gratz windpipe
The rat trials. We were called lab rats. Made for the sole purpose of experimentation for our rise to take over. Claim land for ratfolk. Were either infused with some new alchemical biological liquid or limbs, organs, and even parts of our very being were altered. I was one of the lucky few who survived. They were testing the uses of of electricity to the brain to cause us to never tire. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect on most of us due to being dead after first initial shock was induced. I on the other hand was either lucky or some God took pity on me. My brain became scarred and forever changed. Although I had no physical mutations, or any cognitive issues. There was a constant reminder of what happened to me. The electricity that entered my brain caused my nervous system basically not work. Couldn't feel pain. Could touch smell taste. But if there was a bullet in me I wouldn't know. I can still feel the blood coming out of me the warmth it causes. But I wouldn't know if the pain was bad until the looks of horror. So I couldn't feel pain. And if you looked beneath the fur on my head you'd see a scar around my frontal lobe. But since I lost a sense of pain, I started feeling the pain of sadness and pain of anger. Made its way and developed into music. In a way the only true way I was able to somewhat feel what I should feel is by music. I made music for coin that was owed to me. Cus traveling in a caravan you have to give back to the rat pack. I would eventually protect the caravan and entertain. Later on we would eventually set up a merchant tent in a bazaar. The humans didn't treat me like how I was raised, I was always told they would spit on us before speaking , but I found out that it never mattered if there was something worth while to trade. And humans weren't so different a little too dumb for their own good, but they understood a good deal, (even if you lied to their face) after a while the trading stopped rat pack disbanded, I know it was due to a deal gone bad. Mostly my fault, I lured my own friends into a trap, so I can get all the money myself. But in the end I didn't need anyone. Or at least that's what I thought. When you think you can take the whole world on your own and you don't feel pain. You can end up dead. Or at least near death. From trying to intimidate a local and then it going dark all the sudden, and waking up a week later put a lot into perspective. I needed to find some help. Whether that be group of rats again. Or a new group. Coming out with a fresh new idea. And currently just paid bail of 300g. Might look for some new business ventures.
I was named Gratz due to being one of the few test subjects who survived. My last name was given to me with my fellow caravan members. Gratz windpipe. If you heard the name you probably would be a bounty hunter or part of the police. Of city insert name here. After near death I vowed to not let mistakes cause me anything. So either be perfect or be near perfect. I had to rebuild my rat pack. The sewers was our home there were plenty of fellow rat folk to work with. They knew of me so I had to earn their trust. Knocked a few heads for one of the families here in charge of a current gambling ring centered around betting on gelatinous cube races. The WaterCretzen family owned it. So did a few odd jobs and earned myself a small spot under them. After a while I would be given lead role over our new endeavor with drug making. I eventually started putting in a good word to the ears of us working under us. Little seeds of doubt at first. Then blatant arguing to the Don of WaterCretzen. Don Branson . After that it was clear that the majority who worked for us were no longer loyal to WaterCretzen. So it was put up to a vote. Here I am now don Head Honcho Gratz Windpipe. I didn't just stop at drug pedaling. We make counterfeit gold with the mages, we pay off the local police to stay out of our business we extort the merchants. We even have rival gangs we need to fight off. But even I know things like this don't last forever. And just when things were getting good like real good comfort I'd never thought I could feel it ended. I even had a wife. Few kids. Was excited to teach them how to be smart like their dad. Fucking ironic. I thought I was being smart but instead I lost it all. I planned to keep at the business and die an old man. But the former Don came back, Branson came back with the help of our rival gang, he ambushed us. Lined up my 3 sons and wife in front of the whole pack. Proclaimed himself as the rightful owner of the sewers. Saying I was just a mouse playing as a rat. Killed my wife first. Slit her throat. Then stabbed my sons one after the other. Each one saw the other die. And I witnessed it all. I wasn't able to get free in time I had to be drastic and bite my arm off to free myself with one arm holding onto my now severed arm I used it as a club to beat Branson to death. There was no cheer no sounds , I didn't feel any pain, there was only blood and tears. I screamed and held my children. Felt like for days. I held them and wailed their bodies lifeless and cold. I pray to whatever God spared my wife the pain of seeing our children slaughtered. The sewers weren't a place of comfort. It wasn't even felt worth to survive. I suffered each time. I fought to earn what I thought I deserved. I adapted. But it didn't even matter. I wasn't looking to an end. I just coasting like and idiot. No more coasting. If I do something it's to get to the end. I have a quarrel with God now. Which fucking God was responsible for what happened ? Who fucking made the world the way it is ? This fucking God of creation? She made a shit job, why suffer when you know who is responsible. I will fix her fuck up. Either me or someone else.

Gender Identity

Male lol

Sexuality

Straight.

Education

No formal, lifestyle and travel is mostly what he was educated with.

Employment

Crime boss

Accomplishments & Achievements

Don of the sewer Rats

Failures & Embarrassments

His biggest failure was losing his family

Mental Trauma

Has a sore spot for anything kid related since losing his children. He doesn't speak about his trauma he keeps it to himself.

Intellectual Characteristics

Quite smart when it comes to planning and how people work.

Morality & Philosophy

Things always catches up to ya, if you're going to do something risky do it smart. Any way of life is valuable but death is fine if it's you or them, or for you to have the advantage but it's not always necessary. Open to change if happiness is found.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

To find the God who was responsible for his wife and sons deaths. And vowed to fix the gods mistake or kill him. Believes the God who wronged him was Odem.

Likes & Dislikes

Likes all things a rat would like

Hygiene

Baths when it rains, or clean water is visible.

Social

Religious Views

Hates God's that wronged him

Mannerisms

Acts larger and bigger than he is, he doesn't let anyone talk down to him despite his size. Almost arrogant.

Hobbies & Pets

Plays his sax when he is free

Speech

Has a slight accent and gravel to his voice. But being with city rats for more than a decade he has lost bits of his accent and adapted.

A older ratfolk who has learned a lot from his life of crime. He has learned to be good at the crime first if commit it. And all he knows is how to be a good criminal.

View Character Profile

Alignment

Neutral

Honorary & Occupational Titles

Don of the Sewers

Age

22

Gender

Male

Eyes

White

Hair

Black grey.

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Black and pink

Height

4'9

Weight

182

Quotes & Catchphrases

"Well that could of gone better"

Known Languages

Rarfolk, common