Post by Professor Ratigan on May 17, 2018 22:22:19 GMT -5
Player Name: Kat
Other Characters Played: None
How You Found Us: I used to write here and I missed it so muuuuuuuuuuuch
Character Name: Professor Padraic Ratigan
Type of Creature: Rat (or 'Large Mouse')
Rank: Force of Evil
Movie/TV Series: The Great Mouse Detective
Home Island: Isle of the Sword
Powers, Skills, and/or Any Other Abilities:
-Thanks to Ratigan’s rat heritage (which he vehemently denies having) he possesses incredible strength and resilience. Not enough resilience to survive the fall from Big Ben, but strong enough to break small machines with one hand, as evidenced when he crushed Olivia’s doll.
This ability surfaces mostly when Ratigan is angered, and if he's truly in a rage, he might deign to use his sharp teeth and claws to his advantage as well. In addition, Ratigan's natural athleticism gives him quick reflexes and great speed, making him a very dangerous foe in hand-to-hand combat with similarly-sized opponents.
-As far as the mice of Londontown know, Ratigan is the only rodent to have successfully tamed a cat. Felicia, his precious pet, has been a great asset in eradicating Ratigan’s enemies, and also serves as an excellent form of transportation around the city.
-Ratigan’s IQ is genius-level, and he has a natural affinity for all things related to physics. He uses his gifts to create various machines and devices—all of which are, of course, used for evil deeds.
-Say what you will about his questionable morals, less-than-legal activities, and all-around cruelty, but Ratigan can be quite charming when the occasion calls for it. His large base of followers is proof enough of that--after all, if he'd merely bought them out, they wouldn't be so loyal to someone who frequently has minions who displease him eaten by his pet cat.
-Not that he advertises it, but Ratigan is a veritable virtuoso on the harp. He's often wondered whether he ought to have pursued it more thoroughly as a backup 'career'. It certainly works wonders on calming down Felicia, or bringing his motley crew of thugs to attention.
Padraic Ratigan was born the precocious middle child of a family of rats, shipped to Londontown with his siblings to live with their aunt and uncle following the death of their mother. Entering into a mouse-dominated society when they'd spent their childhood among only fellow rats was something of a culture shock, particularly when it came to the prejudiced views voiced by many London mice.
Each of the Ratigan siblings handled this prejudice differently--Padraic, for one, was spurred to prove these mice wrong about his own level of intelligence and civility. He sped through university, and quickly attained a teaching position at Oxford--the only rat on staff, in fact, and he drew a great deal of attention for his heritage as well as his accomplishments, though he was quick to downplay the latter.
After a while, the attention waned, the routine became too routine, and Ratigan found himself turning to unusual sources for amusement. He had always had something of a fascination with the criminal underworld, and so he began to come up with plans for heists, kidnappings, blackmail plots--all theoretical, of course, until the temptation became too great, and suddenly the theoretical held real-life applications.
He had amassed a small following of thugs and thieves in his double life before his deceptions were revealed by a brilliant young detective known as Basil, forcing Ratigan to abandon his post at the university and go into hiding. From that point onward, Ratigan's focus was split between building himself a criminal empire and dodging this super-sleuth...
...Basil was Ratigan's first real challenger, and the Napoleon of Crime relished each chance he had to match wits with the detective--except, of course, on those occasions when Ratigan lost. Eventually, Ratigan cooked up a scheme he was sure not even Basil would be able to stop. It would be his best yet, and most importantly, it would end with him in control of all mousedom. For having the most successful criminal empire still in operation wasn't enough anymore--he wanted more power, power enough to make people bow down before him.
Ratigan's plan was to force a toymaker he'd kidnapped, one Mr. Hiram Flaversham, to create a robotic replica of the Queen, with which he would replace the real one on the eve of her Diamond Jubilee. The robot would then publicly declare him her royal consort, and he would reign supreme. Flaversham, unfortunately, needed some additional incentive to complete the task Ratigan had set for him, and so, he sent Fidget to do his dirty work once more.
While the bat was out collecting items from a toy shop for his boss' scheme, he was also under instructions to find and kidnap Flaversham's daughter Olivia as a bargaining chip. Olivia, it was discovered, was in the care of Ratigan's most hated enemy Basil, but Fidget was able to successfully steal the girl from under the detective's nose, though he left his to-do list behind at the scene.
This was the only clue Basil needed to deduce where Ratigan's lair was located, and the Napoleon of Crime knew this. Instead of letting his rage overtake him completely, however, Ratigan decided to use this to his advantage and set a trap for Basil, along with a deadly Rube-Goldberg machine that would be the instrument of the mouse's demise (having been unable to decide upon one single method of execution).
Sure enough, the detective fell for the trap, and Ratigan reveled in taunting him for his carelessness before leaving for Buckingham Palace in his newly-built aircraft. Everything went according to plan, until Basil showed up and exposed Ratigan's scheme once more. The police (and a few civilians) were on him in a flash, but Ratigan fought them off and was able to escape with Fidget in his flying machine, taking Olivia as a hostage.
Once again, Ratigan hadn't counted on Basil--the determined sleuth had found a way to make his own aircraft with the help of his doctor friend and Flaversham, and pursued Ratigan through the London skies relentlessly. The criminal mastermind was forced to throw Fidget over the side of his flying machine in an attempt to outrun his opponent, but the mouse leaped on board, and while Ratigan was distracted by this development, the craft crashed into Big Ben.
Basil managed to escape to the outside of the clock tower with Olivia and returned her to her father, but Ratigan was furious now and determined not to let the detective get out of the situation alive. He clawed and battered the mouse, and nearly succeeded in knocking him off the clock face entirely, but the plucky detective just barely held on. The clock struck the hour, and Ratigan fell, though he managed to latch onto his nemesis and drag him to his demise too--or at least, he hoped he had.
Ratigan has been trapped in the Forever Stone until recently. He is just beginning to rebuild his criminal empire, and has already reunited with a couple of his more loyal henchmen, as well as with his cat Felicia. He's eager to explore the rest of Rohandor and use the tools he might find out there to his advantage in his quest to reestablish his power and seek revenge on Basil.
-He's large for a rodent, but he's small in comparison with any human or larger animal, which will put him at something of a disadvantage in a lot of situations.
-His pride and confidence in his own genius can often lead to him underestimating others or overlooking an important detail, and his... shall we say, 'anger management issues' create further potential for lapses in judgement, though he's working on removing himself of that particular weakness.
-He's developed a fear of heights and is easily startled by loud, sudden noises thanks to the incident with Basil at the clock tower.
Most of you already know this, but for those who don't, I've previously written on this forum as Queen Narissa, Kim Possible, and Ratigan!
The lair was, to put it frankly, a mess. Evidently, those of Ratigan's old henchmen that had escaped the police had come back to raid the place and grab all the gold or jewels they could carry. Either that, or Basil had led Scotland Yard here to return everything to their 'rightful owners'. Or perhaps it was both, not that it really mattered now. Ratigan glowered at a nearby cobweb. There was so much work to do, and so few lackeys to do it for him. Perhaps, he concluded, he ought to find a new lair--but not the awful little hole he was hiding in now, of course.
But, he had to admit, he'd grown attached to this particular hiding spot--it had served him so well, and it had taken so long for Basil to find it. Besides, that dratted detective wouldn't think to look for him here again when he eventually learned of Ratigan's return. No criminal in their right mind would re-use a hiding place that had been found by the authorities. He toyed with his options in his mind for a few moments longer before heading up to his rooms. Regardless of where he would make his new base of operations, he first needed a set of proper clothes, not the torn remnants of the old suit he'd been wearing when he'd fallen from the clock tower.
He patted the tattered remains of his coat absently as he made his way up the staircase, spurred on by memory. The bell he was searching for, of course, had been taken by Basil, blasted Basil. He'd have to find a way to steal it back. The rodent smirked slightly, imagining Basil's shock to find that not only was Ratigan alive, but he had taken back what was his right from under Basil's nose. Oh yes, and he'd even take Basil's precious violin for good measure. And tear up his stupid little hat. And smash his favourite magnifying glass. He'd make all sorts of delightful trouble for that little pest until the time was right for him to take his real revenge. He laughed softly to himself, rifling through his wardrobe to find an undamaged suit or two.
He made his selections, and was just about to leave when a thought occurred to him. Hadn't he had the foresight and cleverness to keep a second bell in his desk? He grinned, setting his bundle of clothes on the bed and rushing to the study. Sure enough, a glint of gold greeted him when he opened the desk drawer. With a spring in his step, Ratigan collected his things and left, taking a moment to congratulate himself on the wisdom of having a secret exit built into his lair before he stepped out into the cool evening and disappeared into the shadows.
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