<div class="floatright">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/7b0780b441538d80a507146c2f2d5122/tumblr_ntawuomxAw1t8f222o1_1280.jpg)<br/>(https://40.media.tumblr.com/76cc3d99aa4a44b135811b1e13418c98/tumblr_nteirse4YN1ssxc9vo1_1280.jpg)(https://49.media.tumblr.com/7f2b3d6dbbff89abc67c021a8305449f/tumblr_ntkd1f2nE21ralk2wo2_500.gif)(https://40.media.tumblr.com/4bcb29b7dbfb9cb3cac3d83f0e3e5a51/tumblr_nu3d5iZx4Z1u0cicro1_1280.jpg)(http://pre10.deviantart.net/3e3d/th/pre/f/2014/183/0/f/star_lord__1_variant_cover_by_terrydodson-d7ozro2.jpg)</div>== Character Bio ==<br/><strong>Chulanowa</strong><br/><br/>== Personal Information ==<br/>Legal Name: Rocket.<br/>Alias: ...Yup. Still Rocket.<br/>Age: Stasis cages make that a pretty good question, don't they?<br/>Sexuality: Smoothskin-curious. Also heterosexual.<br/>Part of New York Residing In: Keeps a personal space in the basement of a Brooklyn pizzeria. Otherwise, doesn't much care.<br/><br/>== Physical Description ==<br/>Rocket Raccoon is, as the name might imply, a raccoon. Mostly. He's furry, has the mask and ears and stripey tail and all that. But he's also four feet tall, more comfortable on two legs, and wears clothing. His face is surprisingly expressive, maybe more than the average earthperson's, with all the added features it has. His physique is lean and agile, but under the clothing are the dense, taut muscles of a wild animal. Said clothes are almost always of a purely practical nature; it's not that Rocket dislikes fancy clothes, it's just that finding them in his size, and then keeping them from catching on fire is something of a hassle. He does have an unhealthy interest in fedoras.<br/><br/>== Persona ==<br/>About what you would expect of a four-foot cybernetic raccoon with a gun fetish, really. He's seen some of the best and worst things the universe has to offer, and likes to project a rude, antisocial "tough guy" exterior.  There are times it slips though, and you can get a glimpse at a creature that didn't ask for the life it was forced into. Just don't mention it, because really, he's a four-foot raccoon with a gun fetish.<br/><br/>Rocket deeply, almost desperately values friendship. He's taken a lot of kicks to the muzzle over the years, and anyone who shows loyalty ad friendship all through that sort of thing is someone he values. As for the people doing the kicking, well, they end up missing the offending limb<br/><br/>By now Rocket has gotten used to the fact that outside of Halfworld, most of the universe seems to be made of smoothskins, at least when it's not made of horrible bug-people, eldritch tentacle-y abominations, or beigns of infinite energy. Given the options, he'll go with the smoothskins, thanks. it doesn't stop him from taking the occasional (as in, frequent) jabs at his big monkey companions, though.<br/><br/>== Key Skills ==<br/>• Rocket is a skilled pilot, and can figure out how to fly just about anything, given a few minutes and a little trial and error. If it doesn't fly, he can probably find a way to get it airborne anyway.<br/><br/>• In a similar vein, he's an able mechanic, and is at his best when cobbling improbable things out of unlikely scraps.<br/>He owns all seven seasons of MacGuyver on Blu-Ray.<br/><br/>• Guns? Explosives? Artillery?<em>Oooooh yeeeaaaaahhhh</em>. Though he prefers energy weapons, he's not too shabby un unarmed combat. so long as you consider teeth, claws, and fifty-five pounds of procyon fury as "unarmed." You'll probably live through it, only to die of the shame.<br/><br/>• Despite it all, Rocket possesses a keen and tactical mind which when paired with his no-bullshit attitude and quick wit, make him a competent leader. Probably not any team's first choice, but you' be surprised how often the first choice ends up captured in some deranged parallel dimension. second place is still placing!<br/><br/>== Advantages ==<br/>• Rocket possesses all the attributes and abilities of, well, a raccoon. Keen hearing and smell, with a hyperactive sense of touch. He's also got excellent night vision, and every joint is double. He can climb as fast as he can run, possesses sharp claws and teeth, and his small size and light weight make him quite stealthy, on those rare occasions he wants to be. He is also the state animal of Tennessee.<br/><br/>• In addition, the cybernetics and physical alterations to his body make him stronger than his size would indicate, and vastly more durable than a natural raccoon. It also means he can't get through airport security. He's also slightly magnetic, and erases cassette tapes as a party trick.<br/><br/>• Rocket is able to understand the language of<em>Flora colossus</em>. This has probably been more helpful than he actually thinks it is.<br/><br/>• He's sassy. C'mon, he's a<em>raccoon who shoots things</em>, you have to take what you can get.<br/><br/>• Also fluffy. And with that, this barrel is thoroughly scraped.<br/><br/>== Disadvantages ==<br/>• Rocket's kind of a jerkass. he finds humor in the misfortune of others, especially if he's caused it. He tends to take paths of least resistance, unless resistance lets him tell someone to screw off. It's not that he's unlikable, or doesn't make friends. it's just that the galaxy has spit in his face so often that he's had to erect a crispy crunchy shithead shell around his soft nougat center.<br/><br/>• Rocket pretends to be greedy. This is to cover up the fact that he's a kleptomaniac. Which makes a good excuse for also actually being greedy. See disadvantage #1 if this isn't making sense.<br/><br/>• Rocket has what you might call impulse management issues. Besides the habitual pocketing of shiny things (or things he thinks he can make explode. Ir pawn off to buy either of those) he's also prone to vice. You'd be amazed how much whiskey a raccoon can pack away. You probably won't be surprised to know how<em>little</em>whiskey it takes to turn a 55-pound carnivore with a love of firearms into a real problem. His greed is also countered by a gambling habit.<br/><br/>• He's a small furry mammal that weighs under two stone whio hangs out with people who look like Rob Liefeld designed their physiques. Much like Rodney Dangerfield, he don't get no respect. Also you'd be surprised how many people are more freaked out by a talking raccoon than they are a blue man with no pupils, a tail, and a german accent. Maybe the guns don't help.<br/><br/>• It turns out that being the state animal of Tennessee isn't much of an advantage after all.<br/><br/>== Background ==<br/>Rocket's origin is on the planet known as halfworld, where hyper-intelligent robots genetically and cybernetically engineered companion animals to be the caretakers of an ancient civilization's planetary insane asylum. The creatures developed their own civilization with an economy centered around making toys in exchange for animal crackers.<br/>But then things get a little strange.<br/>Halfworld was shielded from the rest of the galaxy by a force known as the Galacian Wall. It was designed by the aforementioned ancient civilization to keep their lunatics and their pets safe. Out of fuckin' nowhere he comes the Jolly green Giant smashing through that forcefeild (evidently "smash" is his middle<em>and</em>last name.) Naturally seeing the opportunity of a two-ton green monkey with anger management issues, Rocket enlisted the Hulk in a rescue operation to retrieve some hostages and the Gideon Bible.<br/>What's the Gideon Bible? Don't worry, it's not important.<br/>And then there was the time that Rocket had to fight off an army of killer robot clowns developed by a mole overlord, resulting in a near death-by-vacuum cleaner. The end result of<em>that</em>was Halfworld's toy moguls turning on Rocket and his friends. Wait, that sounds less threatening than it should. How about the all-controlling economic factions engaged in bloody corporate warfare with each other set their differences aside and put cross hairs on said raccoon and said raccoon's friends? I'll bet you're wondering what kind of mushrooms Bill Mantlo puts on his pizza right about now, huh?<br/>Since then, Rocket has toured the galaxy both aboard his own ship, and those of others. he's been jailed, hailed, and even de-tailed. Currently he's slumming with some knucklehead smoothskins (and a tree stump) calling themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy. I need a drink.<br/><br/>== Character Extras =<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Welcome to the internet</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/569f22e612a925fd60eba2f4147ba555/tumblr_nuf7w7L19H1taf88to1_1280.png)</div></div><br/>Make that two drinks.<br/><br/>= Face Claim: =<br/>None. But he needs that guy's eye. no really! it's important to him.<br/><br/>Ons:<br/>• Tough chicks.<br/>• Furry chicks.<br/>• Ear-scritchings.<br/>• Guns.<br/>• Competence.<br/>• Busty women who like to hug furry things.<br/>• Hugs, in general.<br/>• Seriously, he could use a hug.<br/>• Cunnilingus.<em>What</em>, is everything a joke to you?<br/><br/>Offs:<br/>• Anyone who insists he's just like some animal from wherever the hell they come from.<br/>• Whining<br/>• Askervarian chicks. even the tough ones. Yeesh!<br/>• Anything that a raccoon or Peter Quill wouldn't do. Use your own imagination people.