Profile: There is no doubt about it. Danny Penzoil is nuts. >From the day he crawled out the stinking hole his mother bred in, he's always been twitchy. He got the birthing plague when he was about a year old and nice and fattened. While the plague worked it's will on poor Danny's already addled brain, he heard the chitterings of the Rat God. It told him how to build stuff. Not just easy things like klaives and little bags, but useful things. Things That Rats Were Not Meant To Know. Unfortunately, while all the ability to build the useful stuff took to the cracks of Danny's addled mind, it gave him some colored misconceptions about existing technology. When he isn't busy avoiding the one-eyed gaze of the "people box" or dodging "rat terminators" he's putting together defense mechanisms for his meager colony of about fifteen rats. He has an intense dislike of cats, and wants to visit the Itchy Zone so that he can exact his revenge someday on that bastard Tom who stares at him through the people box every saturday morning (not to mention he could pick up some keen tips from Jerry). His thought processes match his physical movements: Random and chaotic. He can occasionally sit back for days without getting another flash of insight. But when he gets started, beware the rat or man who would keep him from his goals. In addition to his chaotic tendencies, he also has the mark of a true engineer: kleptomania. "If it wasn't nailed down, you didn'tdeserve to own it," is Danny's motto, but like a true pack rat, he always leaves something behind in exchange for what he takes, but not always at a fair exchange rate. He's under the tutelage of a very old engineer, a Caged Folk rodens named Arthur who has instilled his random patterns of nastiness and cynicism into Danny. However, Danny in his enthusiastic nature has somehow made his rantings almost endearing and has earned him mild respect from the other low rank and file rodents of the warehouse. Breeding is secondary however and the Rat Mothers condemn him for this. Feh, breeding can be done later though in Danny's mind, he's got too many ideas to finish building. He can play later. The present is time to seek knowledge!

Roleplaying Hints:You have the attention span of a rat with attention defeceit disorder then injected with speed. You are a ball of unspent hyperactivity and the world is your playground It's up to you to figure out all of the playground's rules, especially the rules to make things like "people boxes" and "memory storage thingamajigs." You are obsessed with knowledge. If it hasn't been categorized, you'll try to categorize it. If it hasn't been tested, you'll test it. And if nobody's looking... you'll probably steal it.

Rodens: Danny resembles an oversized lab rat, with spotted brown and white fur. He wears his white lab coat and his small specs in this form so as he still has pockets for smaller shiny things.

Crinos: A furry nightmare of brown and white fur. Something has to be damned wrong for Danny to take this form. This usually happens when he's angry at a machine that just isn't working out.

Homid: Something must have been REALLY wrong or he was really desperate for parts if Danny took his human form. He's a gangly geek with brown hair, streaked with white. His face still resembles the rat face of his species and he seems to wear a ragged looking pair of out of style pants (at least they aren't bell-bottoms), ratty boots (bad pun) and his lab coat. Shirt? What shirt, he hasn't found a use for shirts yet. Asides to rip into shreds and use them to tie together his machinery.