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Description

Name: Belladonna

Age: 1.1

Gender: Doe

Rank: Owsla

Mentor: N/A

Skills:
Manipulative; Can usually charm her way out of a situation or skirmish

Fast; Her long legs can take her anywhere fast

Great Stamina; Not only is she speedy, but she can keep the pace better than most
Striker; Lands swift and vicious blows. Generally attack two to three times in a second with calculated precision

Weaknesses:
Physically weak; Her frame is built more for speed and the long chase, so any brute force in close quarters is going to do some serious damage
Damaged right eye; Her right eye partially is blind, (images are extremely fuzzy/clouded but she can still see somewhat) so she is vulnerable to surprise attacks from the right side
Damaged right ear; Due to the tearing she is unable to pick up sounds as well from that side

Appearance:
Refined, slender features and a tall, long and lithe build; her legs are lengthy and she has a thick rough of fur around her neck, her coloration is a pale white-grey and warm shades of browns, oranges and fawn. Her nose is a pale brownish-pink, along with her paw pads, giving her a gentle and soft appearance. This is punctuated by her usual devious grin, and deceptively cunning green eyes. Her right ear is in tatters and she has a broad scar running from her ear, across her right eye and cheeks.

Personality:

Charming; Can usually talk her way out of trouble... or others into trouble. Very flirtatious.
Nurturing; Surprisingly she is good at taking care of both kits and wounded, she can be quite empathetic when she wants to be
Fun-loving; Will do almost anything for a kick
Brilliant; Clever and creative, she is quite the schemer
Patient; Has no trouble waiting for the ideal moment to strike. Is also quite patient with young members

Domineering; Likes to be top dog, which can be hard in a warren of top dogs, chalk it up to her ambition.
Bold; Isn't afraid to get in the face of other warrens or the higher ups

Aggressive; Not afraid to get in your face she does enjoying picking the odd fight
Vain; despite her tattered ear and eye she remains quite vain, enjoying the colour and silkiness of her coat.
Cocky; Being vain she is also pretty cocky, and with her speed and agility she tends to pick fights she know she can win and antagonize her warren-mates
Immature; Going hand in hand with her liveliness and fun-loving nature she has the tenancy to come off as immature, and may become over-zealous and go into situations unprepared.
Blunt; Why waste words beating around the bush? Bell cuts straight to the point.

Backstory:
] Bell was born some distance away from the Warren's to a moderately sized rag-tag group of rabbits who were related more so by situation than by blood. There little home had become something of a stop-point in the journeys of many, some rabbits staying and some passing through. They were the friendly type. Happy to hear a good story and lend an ear or helping paw to those who came to visit their humble abode.

As seasons passed, word of their warren spread to many- most of which happy to pop by the rather unusual place- to see the wide variety of rabbits and hares that made of up patchwork family. Of course; not all were so welcome to the idea. Upon losing several of their does and Owsla to the warren; a rival arose. Primrose Hills. A warren made entirely of one pure bloodline. They weren't exactly hardy- the inbreeding causing more than one defect- but there were many. And they were loyal; ready to die for their royals at the drop of a paw.

At this point- Bell was roughly a year old; and ready to put herself to the test. Desiring to prove she was more than just a doe, a mother or a digger.
The new comers told them of Primrose's desires, and they knew they had to make peace. Leaving on a diplomatic mission; Bell, two Owsla and her sister all made the journey.

Once present- they were found and escorted by a wide patrol- and Bell's sister- Amber- took the chance to say her piece.
In the face of their King and Queen she relayed their desires- to make peace; share resources and...

The Royalty was none too pleased.
Mutts? Asking for peace with them? As if they hadn't peasant's blood running through their veins.

Striking Amber the Owlsa told them to leave. But Bell wasn't so inclined to simply roll over.
Letting her temper get the best of her she snapped; pleading her Warren's case. And describing with great pride and disdain her distaste for their rulings and their petty systems.

And in response?

They took an eye... "For clearly she could not see the truth."

And an ear. "For she only heard what she wanted to hear."

And they sent her on her way.

In such as a state Bell was... Broken. Her beauty was her pride and joy. And now? She was nothing more than a scarred up mutt.

They returned to find Patchwork had been sacked. Destroyed by Primrose only moments after their departing. And so they left.
Journeying as one small party- Bell became isolated. Irritable. And... Ambitious. If she was to be destroyed than she would rebuild herself.

And she needed nobody to help her.

in the night she left her sister and their guards- risking her health to better herself. With such wounds it was only by the graces of Frith that she managed to avoid disease. Learning to cope with her damaged hearing, she eventually made her way to Buttercup hill.

Due to her gender she was first enlisted as a digger- but it swiftly became apparent she wasn't cut from the same cloth as her fallow does- as she tore a bloody warpath through any who crossed her. Hoping to channel her into something a bit more constructive she as moved to the Owsla- where she trained into a formidable member of their ranks. Despite her boost in status she is still just as aggressive and mistrusted as ever.

Mate: N/A

Sexuality: Bisexual

Kits: N/A

Kin:
Mother: Layline
Father: Thistle-Bud
Sister: Amber
Sister: Sapphire
Brother: Foxglove
Brother: Pebble

Roleplay Example:
Snow crunched underfoot as the doe moved like a ghost through the tree-line. Her breath came in soft clouds; fogging up the space above her head. Eyes trained ahead- precise and fearless. Bell said nothing, just let her lips draw into a smirk- offset by her marring of scars. Her tail was twitching slightly, inviting friendliness although her demeanor bore none. "Hello, stranger." She stated, the smoky note of her voice hanging in the frigid air. Between them tension stretched; thick and tangible- her whiskers could almost detect it.

Description

Name: Belladonna

Age: 1.1

Gender: Doe

Rank: Owsla

Mentor: N/A

Skills:
Manipulative; Can usually charm her way out of a situation or skirmish

Fast; Her long legs can take her anywhere fast

Great Stamina; Not only is she speedy, but she can keep the pace better than most
Striker; Lands swift and vicious blows. Generally attack two to three times in a second with calculated precision

Weaknesses:
Physically weak; Her frame is built more for speed and the long chase, so any brute force in close quarters is going to do some serious damage
Damaged right eye; Her right eye partially is blind, (images are extremely fuzzy/clouded but she can still see somewhat) so she is vulnerable to surprise attacks from the right side
Damaged right ear; Due to the tearing she is unable to pick up sounds as well from that side

Appearance:
Refined, slender features and a tall, long and lithe build; her legs are lengthy and she has a thick rough of fur around her neck, her coloration is a pale white-grey and warm shades of browns, oranges and fawn. Her nose is a pale brownish-pink, along with her paw pads, giving her a gentle and soft appearance. This is punctuated by her usual devious grin, and deceptively cunning green eyes. Her right ear is in tatters and she has a broad scar running from her ear, across her right eye and cheeks.

Personality:

Charming; Can usually talk her way out of trouble... or others into trouble. Very flirtatious.
Nurturing; Surprisingly she is good at taking care of both kits and wounded, she can be quite empathetic when she wants to be
Fun-loving; Will do almost anything for a kick
Brilliant; Clever and creative, she is quite the schemer
Patient; Has no trouble waiting for the ideal moment to strike. Is also quite patient with young members

Domineering; Likes to be top dog, which can be hard in a warren of top dogs, chalk it up to her ambition.
Bold; Isn't afraid to get in the face of other warrens or the higher ups

Aggressive; Not afraid to get in your face she does enjoying picking the odd fight
Vain; despite her tattered ear and eye she remains quite vain, enjoying the colour and silkiness of her coat.
Cocky; Being vain she is also pretty cocky, and with her speed and agility she tends to pick fights she know she can win and antagonize her warren-mates
Immature; Going hand in hand with her liveliness and fun-loving nature she has the tenancy to come off as immature, and may become over-zealous and go into situations unprepared.
Blunt; Why waste words beating around the bush? Bell cuts straight to the point.

Backstory:
] Bell was born some distance away from the Warren's to a moderately sized rag-tag group of rabbits who were related more so by situation than by blood. There little home had become something of a stop-point in the journeys of many, some rabbits staying and some passing through. They were the friendly type. Happy to hear a good story and lend an ear or helping paw to those who came to visit their humble abode.

As seasons passed, word of their warren spread to many- most of which happy to pop by the rather unusual place- to see the wide variety of rabbits and hares that made of up patchwork family. Of course; not all were so welcome to the idea. Upon losing several of their does and Owsla to the warren; a rival arose. Primrose Hills. A warren made entirely of one pure bloodline. They weren't exactly hardy- the inbreeding causing more than one defect- but there were many. And they were loyal; ready to die for their royals at the drop of a paw.

At this point- Bell was roughly a year old; and ready to put herself to the test. Desiring to prove she was more than just a doe, a mother or a digger.
The new comers told them of Primrose's desires, and they knew they had to make peace. Leaving on a diplomatic mission; Bell, two Owsla and her sister all made the journey.

Once present- they were found and escorted by a wide patrol- and Bell's sister- Amber- took the chance to say her piece.
In the face of their King and Queen she relayed their desires- to make peace; share resources and...

The Royalty was none too pleased.
Mutts? Asking for peace with them? As if they hadn't peasant's blood running through their veins.

Striking Amber the Owlsa told them to leave. But Bell wasn't so inclined to simply roll over.
Letting her temper get the best of her she snapped; pleading her Warren's case. And describing with great pride and disdain her distaste for their rulings and their petty systems.

And in response?

They took an eye... "For clearly she could not see the truth."

And an ear. "For she only heard what she wanted to hear."

And they sent her on her way.

In such as a state Bell was... Broken. Her beauty was her pride and joy. And now? She was nothing more than a scarred up mutt.

They returned to find Patchwork had been sacked. Destroyed by Primrose only moments after their departing. And so they left.
Journeying as one small party- Bell became isolated. Irritable. And... Ambitious. If she was to be destroyed than she would rebuild herself.

And she needed nobody to help her.

in the night she left her sister and their guards- risking her health to better herself. With such wounds it was only by the graces of Frith that she managed to avoid disease. Learning to cope with her damaged hearing, she eventually made her way to Buttercup hill.

Due to her gender she was first enlisted as a digger- but it swiftly became apparent she wasn't cut from the same cloth as her fallow does- as she tore a bloody warpath through any who crossed her. Hoping to channel her into something a bit more constructive she as moved to the Owsla- where she trained into a formidable member of their ranks. Despite her boost in status she is still just as aggressive and mistrusted as ever.

Mate: N/A

Sexuality: Bisexual

Kits: N/A

Kin:
Mother: Layline
Father: Thistle-Bud
Sister: Amber
Sister: Sapphire
Brother: Foxglove
Brother: Pebble

Roleplay Example:
Snow crunched underfoot as the doe moved like a ghost through the tree-line. Her breath came in soft clouds; fogging up the space above her head. Eyes trained ahead- precise and fearless. Bell said nothing, just let her lips draw into a smirk- offset by her marring of scars. Her tail was twitching slightly, inviting friendliness although her demeanor bore none. "Hello, stranger." She stated, the smoky note of her voice hanging in the frigid air. Between them tension stretched; thick and tangible- her whiskers could almost detect it.