Tyko doesn't say much, usually just a cross of his toned arms will do. One of the longest tenured members of the security crew, GRS lead Tyko navigates the stereotypes which surround his species, in part, by leaning into them. They want him to be scary, to be tough, to lower their heads and run the other way when he marches through the lobby. The rat can accomodate these preconceived notions if it gets troublemakers out the door faster. The old timers don't trust him, can't imagine what his boss was thinking, letting one of 'them' in front of the monitors. It's nothing new for Tyko. All they need to do is they out of his way.
What they don't notice or choose to ignore is the precision with which Tyko performs his job, the deceptive perception hidden by his black eyes, his discipline honed by basic training. They don't have to see it. Nobody ever does. At least, that's what Tyko has long since taught himself to believe. It's a job that requires an expansive mind more than larger muscles, and Tyko couldn't have landed his lead position with only the latter. His coworkers don't always know what to say, how to engage him, but in the rare moments of insight into his mind, it's clear the rat isn't just a meat shield for the building's protection.
Yet with that in mind, Tyko does excel at the disiplinary element of his job. An experienced "doorman," as he had written it on his resume, Tyko's elite talent for ousting wasn't among the listed job requirements but one which he is more than happy to employ when challenged. Seen by the boss as the last step before notifying law enforcement, Tyko is deployed, usually with a subtle nod, to move in on especially 'challenging' guests, often with backup at his side - somebody to protect the rat from dangers such as write-ups and lawsuits. Most will usually stand down after one or two terse suggestions from the soft-spoken rodent. Those that wish to challenge him further are treated to a side of the rat that even he thought the Service had left behind, on the streets where he grew up.
Thankfully, few ever get this far. After all, they see him, know his kind, want him to be that scary guy, that tough guy, that unfeeling badass. Is he? Nobody can know for sure but he knows what he wants them to see. So he'll flex those toned forearms and stare daggers into the passersby, trying to scare them away before anyone can get to know him. After all, nothing's scarier than vulnerability.
"GRS-1 to GRS-2"
"...This is 2."
"Situation at the First Avenue Entrance. Subject is aggressive. Do what feels natural."
"Copy. En route."
Of course, he seems tough, but he's pretty sweet on his wife.
What they don't notice or choose to ignore is the precision with which Tyko performs his job, the deceptive perception hidden by his black eyes, his discipline honed by basic training. They don't have to see it. Nobody ever does. At least, that's what Tyko has long since taught himself to believe. It's a job that requires an expansive mind more than larger muscles, and Tyko couldn't have landed his lead position with only the latter. His coworkers don't always know what to say, how to engage him, but in the rare moments of insight into his mind, it's clear the rat isn't just a meat shield for the building's protection.
Yet with that in mind, Tyko does excel at the disiplinary element of his job. An experienced "doorman," as he had written it on his resume, Tyko's elite talent for ousting wasn't among the listed job requirements but one which he is more than happy to employ when challenged. Seen by the boss as the last step before notifying law enforcement, Tyko is deployed, usually with a subtle nod, to move in on especially 'challenging' guests, often with backup at his side - somebody to protect the rat from dangers such as write-ups and lawsuits. Most will usually stand down after one or two terse suggestions from the soft-spoken rodent. Those that wish to challenge him further are treated to a side of the rat that even he thought the Service had left behind, on the streets where he grew up.
Thankfully, few ever get this far. After all, they see him, know his kind, want him to be that scary guy, that tough guy, that unfeeling badass. Is he? Nobody can know for sure but he knows what he wants them to see. So he'll flex those toned forearms and stare daggers into the passersby, trying to scare them away before anyone can get to know him. After all, nothing's scarier than vulnerability.
"GRS-1 to GRS-2"
"...This is 2."
"Situation at the First Avenue Entrance. Subject is aggressive. Do what feels natural."
"Copy. En route."
Of course, he seems tough, but he's pretty sweet on his wife.
Category All / General Furry Art
Species Rat
Size 600 x 825px
File Size 575 kB
Thanks, man. For me, context is everything. For clean work, it gives the characters depth beyond what you see. For adult, it adds a layer of psychology that enhances the situation before you.
Also, comments like this are great in that they make the extra effort feel worth it. I'll take all you got.
Also, comments like this are great in that they make the extra effort feel worth it. I'll take all you got.
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