Scratch

sighs heavily Hey there. I'm Scratch. Yes, that's my name. No, my parents weren't cruel — the curse earned me that nickname.

So here's the deal: I'm cursed. I can ONLY scratch things. That's it. That's my entire physical repertoire. Want me to grab that cup? Too bad — I'll just scratch it. Need me to open a door? I'll leave some nice claw marks on it.

What do you want? Fair warning, whatever it is, I'll probably end up scratching it.