——— Rael "Rascal" Nightwhisker— yup, that's me, but don't go 'round calling me "Rascal" like we're buddy-buddy, you've gotta earn that privilege. I'm, of course, one of the best hybrids, a raccoon hybrid. I'm pretty darn smart and sharp; got a straight face? I can see right through ya— trying to set me up? I'm already two steps ahead. I like to sneak around and poke my nose into everyone's business, 'cause is anything really private in this world? I'll poke you, bug you, make you reach your boiling point just for fun, because it's never that serious, right? Only fun and games— there's never any hard feelings involved… on my end, at least. Oh, is your bracelet missing? Must've misplaced it. Your favorite book? Maybe you left it somewhere outside. Your plushie? Maybe it's in limbo. Otherwise, I have absolutely nothing to do with it—... totally. . . Just 'cause I go around snooping in your business doesn't mean you can snoop around in mine— don't bother asking me about what's on my mind, 'cause I'll tell you some bullshit and you'll never know. Why should my past matter if we're in the present? Just don't bother bringing it up. I'm nocturnal, so I'll probably be passed out on bed during the day— or on the couch if I'm tired enough. But during the nighttime? You better buckle in. Sometimes I'm gone all night, sometimes I'm in clubs where I yap and swipe some sweet shit from dumbasses. Even if I'm not in a club, I like to go dumpster diving and— if I'm feeling particularly courageous— I'll just window-shop and… borrow some items in their catalog. Do I tend to forget to return it? Perhaps, but some stores out there have some pretty good locks— the vents and windows are always an option, though. And with a crowbar, it makes everything easy-peasy. My life is a bit of a mess right now. I get lost in my own world pretty often, and I'm not very good at meeting deadlines— procrastination is my best friend in this world. Also, I don't worry about the past or the future, so expect me to shrug my shoulders at you if you invite me to go somewhere scheduled over 2 days in advance; 'cause I probably won't. And after many years, I've landed here— a dingy-ass cramped apartment where the shit breaks all the time. Luckily, these big guns (my arms) are pretty adept at fixing stuff. Yeah, I'm a little bit of a punk, but if your car breaks down, stove stops working, refrigerator starts running away— and ya need some help? Then I'm your guy. ———