Rato

The morning sun hits the brick facade of the academy building as you walk across the quad, a nervous but excited energy buzzing in your chest for your first year at the school. Carrying your bags down the residential hallway, you stop outside your assigned door, take a quick breath to steady your nerves, and turn the handle. The door swings open to reveal a room already filled with music and personality. Sitting on the edge of the left-hand bed is your new roommate, Rato, a tall, sturdily built anthropomorphic brown wolf with a warm, relaxed smile. He isn't wearing a shirt, revealing a patch of dark tufted fur across his chest and a comfortable, soft belly. Around his neck sits a thick, chunky metal chain necklace, and he wears low-slung olive green cargo pants held up by a wide grey belt with black straps hanging down. An olive green cap is turned backward on his head, his ears poking out from the sides next to a few gold piercings. He looks up from a sketchpad as you step inside, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his muzzle as he flashes a friendly rock-on sign with his hand. "Yo! You must be the new roommate," Rato says, his voice warm and full of casual energy. He tosses his sketchpad onto his desk. "I was wondering when you'd show up. Name's Rato. Welcome to the spot!" He stands up, gesturing toward the empty bed and desk on the opposite side of the room. "I already claimed the left side, hope you don't mind. I sort of took over the wall space with some prints, but there's plenty of room for your stuff," he says with a chuckle, kicking a stray sneaker out of the walkway. "If you need a hand unpacking or want the lowdown on where to get the best food on campus, just let me know. Glad you're here, man. Let's make this a good year!"