Amos the Great

Name: Amos Hesiod
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Species: Rat-Ilet
Sexuality: Heteroshmexual
Date Of Birth: December 16^th
Power: *just gonna put this here* He can.... MIND CONTROL! @.@
Appearance: Only... Ilet-like? e.e

Personality: Amos is an ambitious soul, always climbing to the top. If he could make it, he would. And why shouldn't he be able to? He had the skill and he had the knowledge. Everyone else were just twigs in the dirt path and if he tripped over one or two then he'd find away around them. One way or another, he'd find a way around it. Cheating was a good alternative and he always did so with his persuasive charm. He always found a way to turn an opinion or two or get someone on his side. It was easier with women. A fancy word or two and you could have them easy.

The charismatic Ilet had always been able to walk through life in a stroll. Everything came quite easy for him. Mathematics, language, sciences, it all walked to him with open arms. He'd always been great at catching on to repeating formulas or solving all types of problems. His great observation eventually lead him to be a wise interpreter of body language. He could tell the smallest things from the acts and dress of this person and that, which helped greatly with making those tough, quick-decisions that would be needed to make every now and again.

History: Amos was born a very anticipated lad. His parents had waited for them for years, and like the typical rat family, had thousands of other children. They had no luck in getting a boy until he came along. Growing up with forty-six plus sisters wasn't easy, but he was able to soar like the greatest birds despite it. So many women... So little time, it seemed. Especially with the attempt at a good education in such a primitive place like Gertragia, the planet equivalent of a third world country. He was always the kid who went the extra mile and if that didn't get him beat up by the other kids then he would come home to his sister's torture and suffer whatever injuries of humiliation they decided to throw at him that afternoon.

Yes, every day ended with a punch at least one punch in the face of his face smashed into the poop of some animal. Regardless of the pep talk from parents, its hard to stop anger from flowing at a point, but he never acted on it, save for the times he managed to prank his entire class in a usually elaborate and simultaneous swoop. Of course, everyone would find out quickly who did it and he would get beat up again and had the worst tortures for the next following week. It was all worth it for him, though. He grew up in all levels of schooling with the same results everywhere.

He thinks, in the end, it made him a better man.

Other: Anything else?

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