Name: Qwerty
Species: Norway rat, chocolate agouti variegated/hooded rex(ish)dumbo
Age: 4 months
Weight: 602 grams
Birthplace: Oxford
Eye colour: blue
Markings: white, with reddish brown hoody markings, and some splodges of white around his muzzle. He also has a white head-spot. He has yet more colour on his back, and some more random splodges. He is a very 'messy' looking rat.

Extras: Although not technically a proper rex rat, Qwerty is definately edging toward that way. His fur is scruffy and slightly wavey, and his whiskers are too. He has notches in his ear from past scuffles he has gotten himself into due to his stupidity. He is a fairly large rat, but skinny and not well muscled.

General:
Qwerty was bred as live snake food.
He cannot remember his parents at all, and was dumped into the feeder bin at only 3 and a half weeks old, to be sold. He lived with several other young rats, but his foppish, dimwitted behaviour served only to annoy them so he wasn't well liked.
Over time, he watched his fellow rats disappear one by one, but obviously had no idea where they'd gone or how precarious his own situation was.
Thankfully for him, he was sold eventually not as food but as a pet, where he moved in with Brixton and they've been together ever since.

Qwerty is, like a lot of feeder rats, pretty inbred.
There is a quirky insanity that runs in his family, and he is fairly dim witted. However, he is also fully accepting of this, and so has conceded control of his life to Brixton, who takes care of the menial day to day jobs for him, and frequently advises him and helps him out of situations his stupidity has gotten him into.
Qwerty often uses pre-war slang, commonly heard to utter words and phrases such as "What ho!", "pipped", "bally", and so on.
Despite his lack of intelligence, Qwerty does at least attempt to better himself, and sometimes throws in quotes from shakespeare but tends to get them woefully out of context. He is also very naive, and walks around with a sort of air-headed, innocent foolishness.

Qwerty has a habit of forming intense, short lived infatuations with females, but has never yet formed any long term relationships with them, partly due to the fact that Brixton ends up sabotaging any chance of this each time - subtley, of course.
Qwerty would be almost totally incapable of looking after himself if Brixton weren't around. He adores Brixton, and the feeling is mutual, even though neither one would ever even consider saying anything of the sort to one another.
Qwerty is a nice young rat, he doesn't mean anyone any harm, is a bit of a weed when it comes to violence and is totally harmless.

He is, by Brixton's standards, a bit of a slob.
He sleeps in late, has a penchant for getting drunker than is sensible, and sees life as one big jaunt which is to be enjoyed first and foremost. He has never had to work for anything himself a day in his life and as such is a little out of touch with most other rats and 'the real world'