Persnakety - Character Sketch

Persnakety crossend out and adjusted the spelling of another word, before continuing to tap the red marker, held by the end of his tail, against his slanted head. This was how he spent most of his days, dishing out hash criticism and scolding his apprentice of sorts, who was a bat. Rumors around the publishing division, where he worked from 9:00 to 6:00 each day, said that he'd bite anyone who used "your" or "there" is a grammatically incorrect way. The main writer he edited the work of was an octopus only a couple floors down. Something Persnakety had noticed was how the octopus, whom he didn't know the name of because he's never cared to ask, misspelled certain words over and over again, even after Persnakety's constant comments pointing it out. The word he misspelled, which Persnakety had noticed hi messing up often, was Chihuahua, which the last two h's  missing. Such a mistake made his rattle shake with contempt, and he left a sour note about bringing his friend, who happened to be a chihuahua, to work and letting them rip off one of the octopus's eight limbs. Most editors weren't nearly as vicious as him--which he thought to be an accomplishment-- because he was very serious about impressing the humans. Persnakety figured that, if there were too many mistakes, someone would begin to suspect the company was, quite literally, run by animals, which it was indeed. 

 Although his eyesight was blurry, he could almost taste the mistakes with a flick of his forked tongue. Whenever he spots an error, everyone knows it, because the nerve-wracking sound of his tail rattling can be heard echoing down the hallways long after it ends. As he always does, Persnakety noticed the finite details of the space around him.He noticed the sound of human children playing beyond the closed blinds of the office window, which caused his to smear the line he was making across the word Mississippi--only one p. His jaws opened, displaying his poison laced fangs, and he hissed. If there was one thing Persnakety hated, it was imperfection, especially from himself. Originally, he was a snake mind, living in a mouse populated town in the woods, which is where he learned perfection. Persnakety was known as a doting cleaner, always asking how his customers were doing, and if they were staying healthy. What the ice didn't know was that he was actually making sure they were safe to eat, his own farm of unsuspecting meat. He was chased out of town after he was caught with one of the local residents stuffed into his jaws. Personally, Persnakety wasn't sure why the mice allowed him, a Western Diamondback Rattlesnake, to live there in the first place. Now that he lived with the humans, he used this perfectionism to get a job as an editor. 

Before you ask, yes, Persnakety is well aware that his name is a mix between "persnickety"and "snake" and is disappointed that his parents would ruin his name to make a sub-par pun, although he had to admit, it suited him quite well.