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TTH - Thistle Tracker

Name(s): Berry

Age: Adult

Gender: Buck

Rank: Runner

Mentor: N/A
Mate: N/A

Sexuality: Bi

Kits: N/A

Kin: N/A

Appearance: Half of Barry's body has been stripped of its fur, white the other it a pleasant orange and white combination. He's also missing his right eye/front paw.

Skills: Very fast, strategic, and very durable. Seems to be able to come back from almost any injury.

Weaknesses: One paw missing, PTSD, doesn't have a great sense of hearing, and can't see on his right side.
Other: Has CIPA due to nerves injury.

Personality:

- Cold, Quiet, Insane, Psychotic, Apathetic

- Clever, Patient, Clever, Modest

- Quiet, Independent, Meticulous, Observant

Backstory:
"I used to be kind."
"I used to think the world offered me it's best as long as I did my best."
"That Love overcomes Hate."
"But it doesn't"

Berry was an average runner, he had an average family. He was kind, generous, sweet, and recently a father. Even if it wasn't a particularly meaningful position in his warren, he was proud of his job, and proud of his home. He had hares that he worked with that he looked up to, he thought they were all one big happy family and that it would be that way forever.
He was wrong.

He was betrayed by a fellow runner, and he'd sacrificed himself to save his warren. That should have been the end of his story... But the black rabbit never came. He woke up hours later, but no coyotes in sight. He didn't feel anything.. No pain... Just the wetness from the puddle of blood he rest in. He looked around, confused, he saw human shaped prints... Ah, so that's what had scared them off. Why'd they leave him though? He slowly rose up, then began moving, then fell.. He looked down, oh... there was a paw missing. He hadn't even noticed before. He adjusted the way he walked, then continued, slowly moving all the way down to the warren. Everyone was gone. His mate, his children, his family, his friends. They were all gone. He finally felt something, sadness. He turned, looking for foot prints, they'd covered their tracts. They didn't want someone or something following him... He sniffled, trying to hold it in, and continued forward walking for what felt like hours in a random direction, just... He just hoped he'd get lucky...
He'd walk until he couldn't move anymore, then he fell down.... And he closed his eyes.
Maybe now the black rabbit would take him.

They didn't come.
He woke once more, this time, rabbits surrounded him.
"He's still alive." he heard one murmur.
They took him back to their warren and healed him, he was out of it during this time, flash backs of canine teeth sinking into his skin, into his eye... Into his soul. It was all flooding back to him. It tore and tore at him, until... He remembered Flash. He finally felt something... Anger... Rage. His own teeth sinking into Flash.
He found a new strength inside him, and as he came out of it, back to reality, he knew his purpose.
The rabbits that surrounded him asked him how he was feeling, who he was, what happened.
He looked up at them, thinking for a moment, then replied,
" I don't remember."

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

He'd been recovering for a while now, but it was time. He needed to learn to run on his three legs. He started with just walking, making his way around the warren. Then fast paced walking. If one was going to talk to Barry, they better be prepared to walk and talk because he was going to go at this all day long. He needed to make it a habbit, not just 'get good' at it. This needed to be the new him, he needed to make it work. He needed to find out what he couldn't do, and then find a different way to accomplish it. There would be no stopping him, he would be running again.

Description

TTH - Thistle Tracker

Name(s): Berry

Age: Adult

Gender: Buck

Rank: Runner

Mentor: N/A
Mate: N/A

Sexuality: Bi

Kits: N/A

Kin: N/A

Appearance: Half of Barry's body has been stripped of its fur, white the other it a pleasant orange and white combination. He's also missing his right eye/front paw.

Skills: Very fast, strategic, and very durable. Seems to be able to come back from almost any injury.

Weaknesses: One paw missing, PTSD, doesn't have a great sense of hearing, and can't see on his right side.
Other: Has CIPA due to nerves injury.

Personality:

- Cold, Quiet, Insane, Psychotic, Apathetic

- Clever, Patient, Clever, Modest

- Quiet, Independent, Meticulous, Observant

Backstory:
"I used to be kind."
"I used to think the world offered me it's best as long as I did my best."
"That Love overcomes Hate."
"But it doesn't"

Berry was an average runner, he had an average family. He was kind, generous, sweet, and recently a father. Even if it wasn't a particularly meaningful position in his warren, he was proud of his job, and proud of his home. He had hares that he worked with that he looked up to, he thought they were all one big happy family and that it would be that way forever.
He was wrong.

He was betrayed by a fellow runner, and he'd sacrificed himself to save his warren. That should have been the end of his story... But the black rabbit never came. He woke up hours later, but no coyotes in sight. He didn't feel anything.. No pain... Just the wetness from the puddle of blood he rest in. He looked around, confused, he saw human shaped prints... Ah, so that's what had scared them off. Why'd they leave him though? He slowly rose up, then began moving, then fell.. He looked down, oh... there was a paw missing. He hadn't even noticed before. He adjusted the way he walked, then continued, slowly moving all the way down to the warren. Everyone was gone. His mate, his children, his family, his friends. They were all gone. He finally felt something, sadness. He turned, looking for foot prints, they'd covered their tracts. They didn't want someone or something following him... He sniffled, trying to hold it in, and continued forward walking for what felt like hours in a random direction, just... He just hoped he'd get lucky...
He'd walk until he couldn't move anymore, then he fell down.... And he closed his eyes.
Maybe now the black rabbit would take him.

They didn't come.
He woke once more, this time, rabbits surrounded him.
"He's still alive." he heard one murmur.
They took him back to their warren and healed him, he was out of it during this time, flash backs of canine teeth sinking into his skin, into his eye... Into his soul. It was all flooding back to him. It tore and tore at him, until... He remembered Flash. He finally felt something... Anger... Rage. His own teeth sinking into Flash.
He found a new strength inside him, and as he came out of it, back to reality, he knew his purpose.
The rabbits that surrounded him asked him how he was feeling, who he was, what happened.
He looked up at them, thinking for a moment, then replied,
" I don't remember."

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

He'd been recovering for a while now, but it was time. He needed to learn to run on his three legs. He started with just walking, making his way around the warren. Then fast paced walking. If one was going to talk to Barry, they better be prepared to walk and talk because he was going to go at this all day long. He needed to make it a habbit, not just 'get good' at it. This needed to be the new him, he needed to make it work. He needed to find out what he couldn't do, and then find a different way to accomplish it. There would be no stopping him, he would be running again.