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Introduction
Night had finally settled upon the streets of... wherever you were. You were unaware of your exact location, or how you ended up here, and nothing about the curious city looked familiar to you. You searched the city looking for a bus stop, or a taxi, or anything that could get you back safely to your Neopia Central home, but found nothing. All you could find was a nearby clock that read... oh my, was it really that late? Surely there must be some way to return home... But it looked hopeless. You sighed and dug your nails into your head in frustration, then flopped down on a nearby bench in front of an old auditorium. You were so overwhelmed with stress, you even felt a small tear roll down your cheek.
A few minutes had gone by. A tall, young man exited the auditorium; it was too dark to really get a good look at him. He approaches you.
I couldn't help but notice how frustrated you looked, he said. His voice was hoarse and a little rough, but strangely soothing. Is something wrong?
Yes, you replied. I have no idea where I am, and I really need to get back to Neopia Central.
You're in the town of Verston. And I'm afraid the next bus to Neopia Central won't be here for about 40 more minutes, he said. You were about to sigh, but a terribly cold breeze out of nowhere took you by surprise. Instead, you began shivering uncontrollably.
You look cold, the man said. Why don't you come on into the auditorium? We just finished our final performance for the night, but refreshments are still available. A warm cup of tea always does it for me on nights like these.
You agreed to follow the man into the building. Upon entering the auditorium, you marvelled at how large it was. It had a lovely late Victorian-feel to it; a beautiful, colossal chandelier hung above the lobby, sparkling elegantly from every possible angle. To the west there were two large doors, and glancing through the tiny windows on the doors, you could see a magnificent stage, draped with long, red curtains. You were left nearly speechless by the magnificent old auditorium.
You heard the door close behind you. You turned around to take a better look at the man who had lead you here, and were surprised, even a bit startled by his appearance. He wasn't exactly the good-looking gentleman you had expected- his hair was a most unusual colour, perhaps dirty blond, although it looked a more greenish-grey than it did blond. His fur was a light acid green, and he had a long, pink rat tail. He had a somewhat creepy-looking face; he had two golden, bloodshot eyes that almost seemed to glow, and on the left side of his forehead there was a lump, like that on a mutant kiko. He was dressed almost like a prince, with a long, red coat, along with black boots and trousers. On top of his head lied a black top hat, with a red stripe across it like that of any magician. Confused by his strange appearance, you asked,
Who are you?
The man chuckled as he took off his hat.
Oh, did I not introduce myself? he asked. Do forgive me - I must be quite tired this evening. Here, allow me to fix that.
Name: Rodentu
Alias: Troden (Preferred title)
Age: 30
Date of Birth: February 12th
Birthplace: Darlam
Current Residence: Verston
Gender: Male (I hope that's obvious enough)
Species: Rat/Xweetok
Brush: Mutant
Height: 6 ft. 0 in.
Weight: I'd rather keep that private.
Accent: English
Hair: Greyish-green
Eyes: Golden; bloodshot
Occupation: Magician/Illusionist
Personality: An out-going, fun-loving fellow who is a child at heart; very much a dare-devil, with a love for thrill and insanity; remarkably calm and able to be firm with people without being harsh; a good and understanding friend who is always there when you need him.
Strengths: Has an excellent sense of humour; knows how to turn just about anyone's day bright.
Weaknesses: Very hesitant in unfamiliar situations; still somewhat stuck in his past and not entirely up-to-date with the world.
Additional Info: He can survive just fine without food, water, or oxygen (he only breathes he's talking, laughing, or picking up scents, and he sometimes drinks tea in order to relax); he always maintains the same body temperature, regardless of his environment; he remembers virtually everything that has ever happens to him.
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So, how about that tea? the gentleman, whom appears to call himself Troden, asks you.
Some tea would be lovely, you reply with a nod.
Here, I'll go and get some. Please, have a seat, he says, pointing to a sofa next to you in the lobby. You sit.
As you wait for him to return, you consider the information he has just given you. There was something about this man that somehow greatly fascinated you. This left you curious. You knew that there had to be more to him than just a few basic facts. You wanted to know more about who he was, and how he became that person.
He returned shortly with two cups of tea.
Here you are, he said, handing one of the cups to you.
Thank you, you replied. After a brief moment of silence, you spoke up.
So, please, tell me a little more about yourself. How did you go on to become a magician?
He smiles.
Well, my past has certainly been a strange one; I don't normally tell people about it as I doubt they'd believe me, but eh, something tells me you'd be a bit more appreciative.
I along with my twin brother Tigien were born just moments before both of our parents died, undoubtedly from the brutal mutations they were forced to undergo while in captivity. Having inherited these mutations from our parents, death for me and my brother was nearly inevitable, and yet, by some insane stroke of luck, we both managed to survive. Who knows how it was? I guess we both just got lucky.
After a few years had gone by, we began to realise that we were quite different from all the other children. We were only three by the time we had mastered skills such as writing and reading, even though we had never been properly taught; we learned simply from using our observations of others. Even freakier, we could survive perfectly fine without food, water, or oxygen, plus we couldn't feel any sort of pain, and we were practically immune to any form of illness. Evidently, the mutations that we had inherited from our parents had somehow given us these strange, supernatural capabilities. But how was it that we were given these abilities, and not our parents? This we may never be able to fully understand; that's just the way things were.
At any rate, my brother and I spent pretty much our entire childhood as just two freaky, mutated orphan rat children, growing up with only one another out on the streets of Darlam, a small town just west of Brightvale. It might not sound like the most glamorous of childhoods, but in truth, neither of us could have asked for anything better. We were very happy children, really, and we actually had a pretty good life. I remember the days we would spend at the park, running around and being silly and climbing every tree within sight, followed by regular trips to the local library, where we would always spend countless hours treating our curious minds to all sorts of different books on a variety of subjects up until the time the library closed for the evenings. The library had always been our favourite hang-out spot as children; we both shared a great fondness for literature and loved learning new things, and it was also where we would always meet with our childhood friend, Choan. He loved reading just as much as we did, and while the library was about the only place we ever crossed paths, the three of us were nonetheless very close friends, and would always discuss the different books we were reading and which authors we most admired instead of whatever was popular at the time, like the nerds that we were. In the evenings, my brother and I would spend all night hanging out in the little alley we called home, or under the bridge when it was raining, and played various card games with an old set of playing cards and told the silliest stories we could come up with before falling asleep. We were always very hyper and full of energy, but all in all, we were pretty good kids and generally stayed out of trouble. The two of us were inseparable companions, and we would always be looking out for one another.
Then, one day, when I was about twelve or so, I came across a fascinating book at the library that ended up being a huge inspiration for where I am today. It was an autobiography on the life of a magician, who discussed what his career was like and talked about some of his signature tricks. After having read his book, I had developed a great appreciation for magic. I couldn't seem to stop thinking about magic; I ended up spending a great deal of my time doing research on all sorts of cool magic tricks, and even came up with some of my own. Before I could realise it, my passion soon became a dream- a dream to set off into the real world and pursue a career in performing magic tricks professionally to audiences everywhere. I tried to get my brother on board with the idea of us becoming twin magicians, but alas, he simply didn't share my passion for magic. He had developed his own hobbies, and that was fine; I didn't bother to try and change his mind, as it was his life, after all. But he was nonetheless very supportive of my dream, and he did everything he could to help me turn it into a reality.
I then spent the next few years practising by performing street magic for the townspeople. Much to my surprise, I actually did pretty well with my early career as a street magician; I later became known as "The Magic Mouse", and even made a fair amount of money by performing my tricks. When I was nineteen, I felt that I was truly ready to face the real world and pursue the dream I had spent so long working towards. After having bid my brother an emotional farewell, I moved to Verston, Darlam's neighbouring city, and was able to land a job here at the Verston auditorium, later working my way up to getting my own act as a magician. Believe it or not, I even bumped into my old childhood friend, Choan, and he decided to join me, becoming my assistant.
Nowadays, Choan and I perform magic shows all the time here at the auditorium, and even occasionally at birthday parties and other similar events. He and I live next door to each other at our flat in Verston, and we're always inviting each other over to watch movies and hang out. I'm not sure whatever happened to my brother; I've gone back to Darlam several times to look for him, but I can never seem to find him. I miss him like you wouldn't believe; I just hope that he's happy wherever he is, and hopefully we'll be able to meet again one of these days. All in all, though, I have a pretty good life. I'm very happy, and really, I couldn't ask for anything more out of life. I love being a magician, and I look forward to many more fun years dazzling audiences with my favourite hobby.
Troden takes a small sip of his tea as you sit and process the information he has just given you, amazed with his story. He wasn't joking when he said he had lived a strange life, but that's what made it so fascinating. However, there was one part to his story towards the end that left you curious; his assistant. Who was this person he worked with? You asked to know more about him.
Ah, yes, he begins to explain, where would a magician be without his team? I work with a few characters; allow me to tell you a bit about the crew:
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And to everyone else who made art for Rodentu before I revamped his character: I'm terribly sorry, but I can't seem to find your art in Notepad. Dx If you're reading this, just know that even after all this time I am still incredibly grateful towards you, and forever will be. You guys are all so awesome; thank you so incredibly much.
As you take your final sip of your tea, you glance over your shoulder and read the time on the nearby clock. You realise that your 40 minutes is almost up, and the bus that takes you back to Neopia Central will be here at any moment.
I'm sorry, but I'd best be on my way, you tell Troden, the bus will be here soon. Thank you again for the tea and the company.
I understand, he says, I'd hate for you to miss it. I hope you have a safe ride home.
As you slip on your coat, still seated, he suddenly notices something.
Say, what's that behind your ear? he asks. He reaches behind your right ear, and out he pulls a shiny, red and gold ticket.
Huh, I wonder how that got there... he says with a smile as he hands the ticket to you.
Feel free to drop by the auditorium for a show any time, he says, and please don't hesitate to stay afterwards and chat. I'd love to meet with you again sometime.
Thank you, you reply as you prepare to gather your things. He wishes you farewell as you leave the auditorium and board the bus back to Neopia Central.
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