((I'unno...))<br/><br/>N-Z<br/>Age: Appears 19, true age is well in the centuries<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Species: Humanshape<br/>Pred/Prey: Can be both<br/>Race: Mouse<br/>Height: 5'4''<br/>Eye Color: Magenta<br/>Hair Color: White (Long and messy)<br/>Livestock: No (Drifter, aimlessly wanders about)<br/>Special: Has a tanned complexion and gives off a rather primal aura. Dressed in only a tiger print loincloth and doesn't seem to wear anything. Usually wears a skull helmet donned with black horns, said helm does well to conceal his rodent like ears, although the same can't be said for his tail as it appears before all; long, and pink but with a tuft of white fur at it's tip. Has tribal markings on his arms and face. Although he looks like any other demi human mouse, he is actually a species of dimension hopping rats. Has a simplistic mindset that focuses on solely obeying his instincts. Although lanky in appearance, N-Z is ruthlessly strong.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>A portal ripped open somewhere near the pastures, the gateway of swirling chaos having manifested so suddenly thanks to only one individual, N-Z. The humanoid rat came barreling out of the spacial rift, skidding across the green field as the portal collapsed on itself and vanished, leaving N-Z without an exit to this strange new world he had ran into. Being of a species that dimension hops regularly, N-Z was used to dimensional travel but, he was expecting to be home...not 'here'. Where ever 'here' was. The tribal looking mouse, curiously turned to where the portal once was and walked over to see if, maybe, he could open it again. Alas, the dimensional gateway had been closed and he was stuck her...at least until he was able to distort space enough to warp in between another strange dimension. N-Z hummed curiously as he scratched at the thin air, hoping his gestures might produce results...but to no avail whatsoever.