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Demure, with a hefty cup of Rosy of her only shelter, Matila -- or 'Tillie', for short -- was hardly one to make a scene, or even to make herself known, preferring much more instead to work on the sidelines: minus the warm beverage, she was usually reviewing literature or paperwork of some sort ( much preferring the former to escape the drudgery of the latter ), or sometimes even tinkering with a doodad-gadget here or there.
A rat by design, Tillie was a rather fluffy specimen of a female: mayhaps a little on the shorter side, she managed just hardly a head over the five-foot mark, and was fluffy indeed! Hints of softness rounding her out, Tillie boasted a build that was full and feminine, yet oft only so merely flaunted. A perfect pear by definition, Matilda chose and favoured reserved styles of clothing to better conceal her matronly hips and generous bust: arguably the worst offender in her apparel was the underbust-styled corset she was so fond of, usually complimenting it with a full-sleeved cotton chemise -- the aged, undershirt-type, of course -- that hid most of her fur and features. A belt or two kept things nice and snug, where it all trailed to a full-length grey skirt of fine flannel, blooming over her wide hips to trail neatly to her ankles, the slightest of slits at its side allowing a bit more freedom and flexibility for the day-to-day without tripping her up. At the garment's hip an elaborate emblem was stitched, looking very much like some stylised 'M's, bridging one another. A mining pick sat between them, as if supported by the shape as a whole, neatly framed by a diamond.
For footwear, Matilda wore only simple, footwrap-like sandals.
Matilda's fur was an inky black, though it caught light cleanly in spite of its oft slightly-unkempt appearance. A complimenting dollop of tufty white sat nestled just at the start of her cleavage, high on her chest. Her tail was lengthy and trailing, wormlike, behind her, but was seldom a still thing, leaving it betraying her typical anxiety; it was a sooty grey in colouration, much like most of her skin where fur didn't hide. Remarkably dexterous, her tail even appeared to be slightly prehensile -- an oddity for a rodent. For her plush curvature, though, Matilda sported little paws, with equally dainty fingers, slender and good at poking and prodding. Or filing paperwork.
She was devoid of jewelry or extra furnishings save for a simple hoop of silver in her left ear, and a strange tattoo on her left wrist: a series of eerie, foreign symbols ringed by smaller, similar ones. Slightly aged and distorted, the inkwork had undoubtedly been there for most of her life, which seemed all the more puzzling given her youth. Its meaning was vague or utterly lacking to most observers, but Tillie seemed to still take care to avoid it becoming too noticed.
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