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Post by The…[Bunnehs] on Dec 1, 2007 15:40:24 GMT -5
Name:
Easterthift Dthye Dwarfar
Or just Easter
Gender:
Male
Age:
Thirty-six
Species:
Rabbit- Dwarf
Occupation:
Traveler/Warrior
Physical Appearance:
It's simply a riot to see an older dwarfed rabbit next to a younger, much taller one. Easter has to put up with it a lot. The chuckles, the grins, roaring laughter. He simply clenches teeth and walks on, side by side with Silver.
Poor Easter. He isn't the tallest of beasts; smaller than a quater tall of a normal rabbit. His features make all laugh at his attempts to be serious. Tiny little ears with a larger skull, a bushy tail the size of his equally tiny paws. His body, like his head, is large, rounded, making him look much like a snowball. Yes, he is pure white, being blessed with short soft fur. But his pelt gets slightly thicker in the winter so he can hold his own. It's quite sad to see him shed his fur; it goes everywhere, messing up with his senses.
Ah, but he is not pure white. His little ears are charcoal black, so is his back paws, right front paw and his tail. A smudge of black is on his nose also. Yet his left front paw is light grey. Tis odd, to say the least.
For clothing?
Easter wears a dark brown tunic, complete with belt around his waist. It's simple enough, but some guess he has chainmail underneath for protection. The tunic stops just below his hips, allowing his legs to move freely. The sleeves of the tunic are cut so there are none. A quiver of arrows is strapped to his back.
Possessions
This bunny is an expert archer. Somewhere along the line he tired of seeing his kin getting hunted down by those means, so he picked up the bow.
...But he doesn't have just any bow. A massive longbow, carved finely from oak with a gloss finish. Silver often jokes that his buddy is trying to make up for his shortness by having such a massive weapon. Which...often gets him hit over the head with a heavy cuff.
Like stated, Easter has a quiver of arrows. Longbow and quivers. Yup, that's all he has. The dwarf rabbit leaves the carrying of supplies to the younger one.
Personality:
The dwarf rabbit is a serious one. He barely cracks a joke at any expense, nor a grin for that matter. If he did; it was during the heat of battle, which would be a small smile...Yeah. Not a comedian Easter is. And he is quite moody. One moment the rabbit is welcoming...the next could be suspicious...and finally angered. It doesn't take that much to change his mind about things.
One could say he has a cold heart. That may have been true...except the little rabbit allowed one thing in his life; Silver. Easter is extremely protective of his adopted son, like any normal father would be. Sure, he may cuff the rude youngling from time to time, but he's only trying to teach him manners...and it's all in good fun.
Around others...hard to say. He may be wary and paranoid...or accepting and polite. It depends on his mood or the species of the other beasts. As a rabbit, Easter has it in him to be suspicious and alert. He'd flee at a loud enough noise even. Carnivores are always trouble in his eyes; doesn't matter if they're goodbeasts or not.
Strengths:
…Never Say Never!
He is blessed with speed from his powerful legs and sensitive senses that come in handy at times. His front teeth make a mighty bite if he gets mad enough. Also, he is skilled with archery.
Weaknesses:
A Mere Blade In The Meadow…
Being a rabbit, Easter is very skiddish. A loud enough noise and he'd run for cover. Sensing trouble, he'd run. Hearing trouble, he'd run. It's not that good for his senses to blind his courage like that.
Stubborness clouds his judgement. If he is convinced of something; that's that. No use changing his mind.
The dwarf rabbit is also reckless for such a little guy. Perhaps he has to live up to his small size after all...
History:
Easterthift Dthye Dwarfar was born to a noble family of dwarf rabbits. Noble, one may question? Yes, the Dwarfar family was one of those 'snooty, stuck-up, always abiding by the code of honor' sort of thing. The young son, only heir to the Dwarfar Family, was taught strictly in his family's way. Manners, manners, manners and more manners. No time for playing or socializing. Nothing of the sort.
Easterthift's father looked down upon all 'rough-play'. He never trained his son in skills of the blade. Thus, the young rabbit never had an outlook for his endless supply of energy.
It was then one lucky day that his mother requested something of him; to fetch some things in the woods for supper. Glad to be free, even for just a moment, Easterthift rushed off.
Thump!
In the middle of the woodland he recklessly ran headlong into something. That 'something' happened to be a hare. A scruffy looking beast, far from Salamandastron, turned to look at the youngster before him. Then...then...laughed?!
"Look at this younglin'! Silliest beast I've ever lay me peepers on, wot! What are you, sah?" he poked Easterthift's fluffy chest, chuckling.
Enraged, the little rabbit puffed his chest out; how dare this hare speak to him like that? Plus, he had lived all his life with other dwarf rabbits...he had never seen a beast laugh at his appearance. Was this hare stupid?
"What am I, sir? Are you blind? I'm a rabbit!" Easterthift replied.
The hare blinked, tilting his head to one side studying the young one. "Why! So ye are, sah! But ye look a tad underfed, chap! What are the folks stuffing you with?"
"Stuffing me..." the dwarf rabbit paused, confused by the hare's speech. "I'm not underfed, hare! I'm a dwarf rabbit!"
"Bad form to tell a chap what he all ready knows!" the hare reached out and poked Easterthift's nose, chuckling. "but while I be a hare, I have a jolly name, I do! I am Torntert Rerd Laqust...the second!" he pulled an elegant leg, a bow to the young rabbit.
"Err...and...I'm Easterthift Dthye Dwarfar"
"Easterthift Dthye Dwarfar? Sah, that won't do! You'll be Easter, a strapping chap like you! Can't impress the maids with a long name like that, eh?"
"But what about you, sir? Your name is long!"
"Aye, but me name makes sense. I'm a gentlebeast, I am. Beasts expect me to have a long name. Good form and what not" the hare shrugged, then leaned down to Easterthift. "well now, sah Easter! Young ones like yourself must know some skills!"
"S...skills?" Easterthift echoed.
"Skills, me boy! Skills! You know...blades and what not. Swords, daggers, spear! All you younglin's like to dream of being warriors, wot?"
"N-No, sir" Easterthift ducked his head grimly. "My father disapproves of such things."
The words no sooner left his mouth when Torntert rambled on endlessly. 'Bad form', 'chaps should know'...things like that. Easterthift soon found himself in a position; the hare's apprentice.
And so it began. Every day he'd lie to his parents about collecting more mushrooms in the forest, meet with his mentor and learn about fighting. It wasn't all about weapons; boxing sometimes...which Easterthift never caught onto. His small size wasn't worth anything in battle, but Torntert didn't give up on him.
To the point of 'Easter' running away with the hare, tired of his strict life. The young rabbit had grown into a young adult. He wanted to travel the world, training his 'skills', as his mentor called them. The two set off. But Easter was unaware that Torntert was ill. The hare had been for many years, combined with his age, it provided deadly.
One day in the middle of Mossflower, Torntert clasped Easter's back, telling him his training was done; he was an able warrior. Then, without warning, the hare stumbled to the ground. Dead as a leaf in autumn.
…
Burying Torntert, Easter set off, alone. He wished for company...and got it as soon as it came to mind.
The dwarf rabbit found himself far from Mossflower, in flatlands. The smell of sickness was around, but there was no harm at all. It must have passed, lingering to tell others of beasts' fate.
Sobbing...He heard sobbing.
Easter looked around, seeing a small shape in the distance. He rushed over to it, finding a rabbit babe leaning over a female; obviously his mother. The mother rabbit was dead, long dead. And the babe was thin, weak and shivering. The dwarf rabbit leaned down beside the babe and about to soothe him when the little rabbit threw himself on Easter, grasping it's shoulders tightly.
…
That little rabbit became his companion, like Torntert was to Easter. The babe settled down long enough to tell him his name; Silverfoot Swift. But Easter shortened it to Silver, telling him it was 'bad form and what not'.
…
So it was from then on. Easter and Silver. A little dwarf and a rabbit.
Relationships:
Silverfoots Swift- Adopted Son, Friend
Torntert- Mentor, Deceased
Dwarfar Family- Alive yet haven't seen in many years.
Other
Tis Rush. Again. Evil, Good...now a Neutral account. Better to have separated, I say. -chuckles-
Easterthift Dthye Dwarfar
Or just Easter
Gender:
Male
Age:
Thirty-six
Species:
Rabbit- Dwarf
Occupation:
Traveler/Warrior
Physical Appearance:
It's simply a riot to see an older dwarfed rabbit next to a younger, much taller one. Easter has to put up with it a lot. The chuckles, the grins, roaring laughter. He simply clenches teeth and walks on, side by side with Silver.
Poor Easter. He isn't the tallest of beasts; smaller than a quater tall of a normal rabbit. His features make all laugh at his attempts to be serious. Tiny little ears with a larger skull, a bushy tail the size of his equally tiny paws. His body, like his head, is large, rounded, making him look much like a snowball. Yes, he is pure white, being blessed with short soft fur. But his pelt gets slightly thicker in the winter so he can hold his own. It's quite sad to see him shed his fur; it goes everywhere, messing up with his senses.
Ah, but he is not pure white. His little ears are charcoal black, so is his back paws, right front paw and his tail. A smudge of black is on his nose also. Yet his left front paw is light grey. Tis odd, to say the least.
For clothing?
Easter wears a dark brown tunic, complete with belt around his waist. It's simple enough, but some guess he has chainmail underneath for protection. The tunic stops just below his hips, allowing his legs to move freely. The sleeves of the tunic are cut so there are none. A quiver of arrows is strapped to his back.
Possessions
This bunny is an expert archer. Somewhere along the line he tired of seeing his kin getting hunted down by those means, so he picked up the bow.
...But he doesn't have just any bow. A massive longbow, carved finely from oak with a gloss finish. Silver often jokes that his buddy is trying to make up for his shortness by having such a massive weapon. Which...often gets him hit over the head with a heavy cuff.
Like stated, Easter has a quiver of arrows. Longbow and quivers. Yup, that's all he has. The dwarf rabbit leaves the carrying of supplies to the younger one.
Personality:
The dwarf rabbit is a serious one. He barely cracks a joke at any expense, nor a grin for that matter. If he did; it was during the heat of battle, which would be a small smile...Yeah. Not a comedian Easter is. And he is quite moody. One moment the rabbit is welcoming...the next could be suspicious...and finally angered. It doesn't take that much to change his mind about things.
One could say he has a cold heart. That may have been true...except the little rabbit allowed one thing in his life; Silver. Easter is extremely protective of his adopted son, like any normal father would be. Sure, he may cuff the rude youngling from time to time, but he's only trying to teach him manners...and it's all in good fun.
Around others...hard to say. He may be wary and paranoid...or accepting and polite. It depends on his mood or the species of the other beasts. As a rabbit, Easter has it in him to be suspicious and alert. He'd flee at a loud enough noise even. Carnivores are always trouble in his eyes; doesn't matter if they're goodbeasts or not.
Strengths:
…Never Say Never!
He is blessed with speed from his powerful legs and sensitive senses that come in handy at times. His front teeth make a mighty bite if he gets mad enough. Also, he is skilled with archery.
Weaknesses:
A Mere Blade In The Meadow…
Being a rabbit, Easter is very skiddish. A loud enough noise and he'd run for cover. Sensing trouble, he'd run. Hearing trouble, he'd run. It's not that good for his senses to blind his courage like that.
Stubborness clouds his judgement. If he is convinced of something; that's that. No use changing his mind.
The dwarf rabbit is also reckless for such a little guy. Perhaps he has to live up to his small size after all...
History:
Easterthift Dthye Dwarfar was born to a noble family of dwarf rabbits. Noble, one may question? Yes, the Dwarfar family was one of those 'snooty, stuck-up, always abiding by the code of honor' sort of thing. The young son, only heir to the Dwarfar Family, was taught strictly in his family's way. Manners, manners, manners and more manners. No time for playing or socializing. Nothing of the sort.
Easterthift's father looked down upon all 'rough-play'. He never trained his son in skills of the blade. Thus, the young rabbit never had an outlook for his endless supply of energy.
It was then one lucky day that his mother requested something of him; to fetch some things in the woods for supper. Glad to be free, even for just a moment, Easterthift rushed off.
Thump!
In the middle of the woodland he recklessly ran headlong into something. That 'something' happened to be a hare. A scruffy looking beast, far from Salamandastron, turned to look at the youngster before him. Then...then...laughed?!
"Look at this younglin'! Silliest beast I've ever lay me peepers on, wot! What are you, sah?" he poked Easterthift's fluffy chest, chuckling.
Enraged, the little rabbit puffed his chest out; how dare this hare speak to him like that? Plus, he had lived all his life with other dwarf rabbits...he had never seen a beast laugh at his appearance. Was this hare stupid?
"What am I, sir? Are you blind? I'm a rabbit!" Easterthift replied.
The hare blinked, tilting his head to one side studying the young one. "Why! So ye are, sah! But ye look a tad underfed, chap! What are the folks stuffing you with?"
"Stuffing me..." the dwarf rabbit paused, confused by the hare's speech. "I'm not underfed, hare! I'm a dwarf rabbit!"
"Bad form to tell a chap what he all ready knows!" the hare reached out and poked Easterthift's nose, chuckling. "but while I be a hare, I have a jolly name, I do! I am Torntert Rerd Laqust...the second!" he pulled an elegant leg, a bow to the young rabbit.
"Err...and...I'm Easterthift Dthye Dwarfar"
"Easterthift Dthye Dwarfar? Sah, that won't do! You'll be Easter, a strapping chap like you! Can't impress the maids with a long name like that, eh?"
"But what about you, sir? Your name is long!"
"Aye, but me name makes sense. I'm a gentlebeast, I am. Beasts expect me to have a long name. Good form and what not" the hare shrugged, then leaned down to Easterthift. "well now, sah Easter! Young ones like yourself must know some skills!"
"S...skills?" Easterthift echoed.
"Skills, me boy! Skills! You know...blades and what not. Swords, daggers, spear! All you younglin's like to dream of being warriors, wot?"
"N-No, sir" Easterthift ducked his head grimly. "My father disapproves of such things."
The words no sooner left his mouth when Torntert rambled on endlessly. 'Bad form', 'chaps should know'...things like that. Easterthift soon found himself in a position; the hare's apprentice.
And so it began. Every day he'd lie to his parents about collecting more mushrooms in the forest, meet with his mentor and learn about fighting. It wasn't all about weapons; boxing sometimes...which Easterthift never caught onto. His small size wasn't worth anything in battle, but Torntert didn't give up on him.
To the point of 'Easter' running away with the hare, tired of his strict life. The young rabbit had grown into a young adult. He wanted to travel the world, training his 'skills', as his mentor called them. The two set off. But Easter was unaware that Torntert was ill. The hare had been for many years, combined with his age, it provided deadly.
One day in the middle of Mossflower, Torntert clasped Easter's back, telling him his training was done; he was an able warrior. Then, without warning, the hare stumbled to the ground. Dead as a leaf in autumn.
…
Burying Torntert, Easter set off, alone. He wished for company...and got it as soon as it came to mind.
The dwarf rabbit found himself far from Mossflower, in flatlands. The smell of sickness was around, but there was no harm at all. It must have passed, lingering to tell others of beasts' fate.
Sobbing...He heard sobbing.
Easter looked around, seeing a small shape in the distance. He rushed over to it, finding a rabbit babe leaning over a female; obviously his mother. The mother rabbit was dead, long dead. And the babe was thin, weak and shivering. The dwarf rabbit leaned down beside the babe and about to soothe him when the little rabbit threw himself on Easter, grasping it's shoulders tightly.
…
That little rabbit became his companion, like Torntert was to Easter. The babe settled down long enough to tell him his name; Silverfoot Swift. But Easter shortened it to Silver, telling him it was 'bad form and what not'.
…
So it was from then on. Easter and Silver. A little dwarf and a rabbit.
Relationships:
Silverfoots Swift- Adopted Son, Friend
Torntert- Mentor, Deceased
Dwarfar Family- Alive yet haven't seen in many years.
Other
Tis Rush. Again. Evil, Good...now a Neutral account. Better to have separated, I say. -chuckles-
---
Name:
Silverfoots Swift
Or just Silver
Gender:
Male
Age:
Sixteen
Species:
Rabbit
Occupation:
Traveler
Physical Appearance:
Included Standard Picture*
Silverfoot Swift [Silver], is an odd looking rabbit. He is never just one colour. He has to be many shades, but they all blend in perfectly, making his pelt look very handsome.
My Head's a Stubborn One
The young rabbit has a short muzzle combined with a long skull. The fur along his neck seems to outline his face, making it stand out; it is white, thinly traced. This line of white continues below his whiskerpads, outlining his pink nose.
Silver's eyes are dark, appearing black almost, but slivers of cresent-shaped deep brown reflect within. Alas, the outlining of white does not escape his eyes. But atleast the rest of his head is balanced out; white matches black. And such a colour appears to be a mask upon his skull, completely covering his fur. Only a few shades of lighter brown are seen below his eyes. His ears are of medium length, thin and well shaped.
Don't Bite off More than you Can Chew!
Though a youngling compared to his companion, Silver has a well-built body. Broad chest and shoulders, rippling muscles underneath his thick fur make him quite proud of his features. He is tall, not quite as tall as a hare, but taller than any dwarf rabbit by far.
Silver's body fur colour is quite random. It follows no pattern at all, but still seems to suit him.
Shades of brown dominate. A tuff of lightest brown right under his head, but this soon fades into a grey-white. The closest fur to his head, is a patch of dark brown. This colour turns into a lighter shade of brown, to chesnut, back to dark brown all the way down. All over his fur is prickles of 'silver' hairs, conflicting with the earthy tones. His puffy tail is luckily two colours; the top being dark brown, nearing black, and the underside of it is white.
Run Swift!
Like all rabbits, Silver has powerful hindlegs, built for dashing off at high speed. The underside of the long pads are grey-white, as with the front paws. Both are dark brown along his legs, with flecks of the silvery colour and lighter brown. While his back paws are large, his front are quite skinny.
Dress for...Success?
Ah. The clothing. It's really no competition between the two travelers. Both wear simple clothing. A dark blue vest, buttoned at the front. But Silver makes it more fashionable by wearing a brown cloth tied just above his elbow, on the left front paw.
Possessions
His companion has allowed him the use of a Spear; for self-defense. Other than that, Silver has no weapons on him.
The poor young one is also responsible for dragging around traveling equipment. A heavy sack is usually with him at all times.
Personality:
"Such a high opinion of himself!"
That's what many say after they meet young Silver. There is a very fine line between self-confidence and vainity. The rabbit crossed it miles ago.
Don't concern yourself; he isn't the one to obsessively pamper his features day in and day out. ...Though he often is seen grooming his fur back to 'perfection', looking at his reflection in the water and puffing out his chest. Yes, he's very full of himself for such a young beast.
Though he can be a smooth talker toward the opposite gender, inwardly his brain sends this signal; nobody is good enough for you!
How he developed this way is anybody's guess. His mother was a gentle rabbit, his adopted father is a trained warrior. He was taught discipline by Easter daily, trained to fight, etc. Silver's vainity roots are unknown. It'll stay that way for awhile...maybe it's best not to know.
But for such a self-confident rabbit, Silver has a better side. He's loyal to those he deems 'friend'. Never leave them behind, never allow one of your own to die...that sort of thing. He's as abiding as he is vain. That's saying something.
Strengths:
A Head Held High…
Like all his species, Silver has strong back legs built for speed. His senses are sharp as well. Plus...years of carrying that heavy sack for Easter paid off; the young rabbit has developed sturdy muscles.
Weaknesses:
…Above All Others
Quite prideful, Silver fails to see any flaws in anything he does.
He can be almost as stubborn as his companion, but in a very different way. While Easter is stubborn for intelligent reasons, Silver is young and foolish, vain and self-centered.
He needs constant watch or he'd do something stupid...like running head-first into vermins.
History:
Silverfoot Swift belonged to a small warden of rabbits that lived in a meadow. Too poor to start building houses like civilized folk, the rabbits of the meadow embraced their inner diggers and dug habitats underground.
Clover Swift, Silverfoot's mother, was a widow. Her husband had vanished one night, thought to be dead to this day. She raised her young son all by herself in their little burrow. But life was good for the little warden. It was peaceful, free of vermin and crime.
But that peace doesn't last forever.
It started as a simple cough, then over the past couple of days it grew to a plague. Nobody was spared during the outbreak...except for Silverfoot Swift. He had been a brat, wandering off by himself over a week ago without telling anybody. Being as young as four, the rabbit doesn't remember what happened on his little journey.
But he does remember what happened when he returned home.
Bodies everywhere. Scattered for birds to pick at, lying half-way in their burrows, craming the underground warden...it was a horrible sight. Luckily by that time, the sickness had passed on. Silverfoot couldn't get anything from the dead rabbits. Which was good, for he found his mother's body and never left it's side for three days, sobbing.
With nothing to eat or drink for days, he couldn't defend himself against the shadow that fell behind him. Silverfoot only smelt death by this time; he couldn't tell that it wasn't an enemy, but another rabbit that happened to travel upon the scene.
The shadow bent down beside him, and the little rabbit could see another little rabbit, looking much dwarfed. But this one was older. How odd.
Silver trembled with glee; he hadn't seen another living beast for three days straight. It had just been him and the corpses. He flung himself into the adult's arms and cried.
---
Easterthift Dthye Dwarfar...or just Easter, had found the little babe and took him in...well, he traveled alot; so it was more or less a movable home. Silver's been with him ever since...yet he isn't a cute, innocent rabbit anymore.
Relationships:
Easterthift Dthye Dwarfar- Adopted Father, Friend
Clover Swift- Mother- Dead
Father- Dead?
Other
I named both these bunnies after my own cuties. -hugs rabbits- It'll be fun to rp them; their personalities are very amusing to my family. I hope they are to you lot.
*Actual Appearance Varies
Silverfoots Swift
Or just Silver
Gender:
Male
Age:
Sixteen
Species:
Rabbit
Occupation:
Traveler
Physical Appearance:
Included Standard Picture*
Silverfoot Swift [Silver], is an odd looking rabbit. He is never just one colour. He has to be many shades, but they all blend in perfectly, making his pelt look very handsome.
My Head's a Stubborn One
The young rabbit has a short muzzle combined with a long skull. The fur along his neck seems to outline his face, making it stand out; it is white, thinly traced. This line of white continues below his whiskerpads, outlining his pink nose.
Silver's eyes are dark, appearing black almost, but slivers of cresent-shaped deep brown reflect within. Alas, the outlining of white does not escape his eyes. But atleast the rest of his head is balanced out; white matches black. And such a colour appears to be a mask upon his skull, completely covering his fur. Only a few shades of lighter brown are seen below his eyes. His ears are of medium length, thin and well shaped.
Don't Bite off More than you Can Chew!
Though a youngling compared to his companion, Silver has a well-built body. Broad chest and shoulders, rippling muscles underneath his thick fur make him quite proud of his features. He is tall, not quite as tall as a hare, but taller than any dwarf rabbit by far.
Silver's body fur colour is quite random. It follows no pattern at all, but still seems to suit him.
Shades of brown dominate. A tuff of lightest brown right under his head, but this soon fades into a grey-white. The closest fur to his head, is a patch of dark brown. This colour turns into a lighter shade of brown, to chesnut, back to dark brown all the way down. All over his fur is prickles of 'silver' hairs, conflicting with the earthy tones. His puffy tail is luckily two colours; the top being dark brown, nearing black, and the underside of it is white.
Run Swift!
Like all rabbits, Silver has powerful hindlegs, built for dashing off at high speed. The underside of the long pads are grey-white, as with the front paws. Both are dark brown along his legs, with flecks of the silvery colour and lighter brown. While his back paws are large, his front are quite skinny.
Dress for...Success?
Ah. The clothing. It's really no competition between the two travelers. Both wear simple clothing. A dark blue vest, buttoned at the front. But Silver makes it more fashionable by wearing a brown cloth tied just above his elbow, on the left front paw.
Possessions
His companion has allowed him the use of a Spear; for self-defense. Other than that, Silver has no weapons on him.
The poor young one is also responsible for dragging around traveling equipment. A heavy sack is usually with him at all times.
Personality:
"Such a high opinion of himself!"
That's what many say after they meet young Silver. There is a very fine line between self-confidence and vainity. The rabbit crossed it miles ago.
Don't concern yourself; he isn't the one to obsessively pamper his features day in and day out. ...Though he often is seen grooming his fur back to 'perfection', looking at his reflection in the water and puffing out his chest. Yes, he's very full of himself for such a young beast.
Though he can be a smooth talker toward the opposite gender, inwardly his brain sends this signal; nobody is good enough for you!
How he developed this way is anybody's guess. His mother was a gentle rabbit, his adopted father is a trained warrior. He was taught discipline by Easter daily, trained to fight, etc. Silver's vainity roots are unknown. It'll stay that way for awhile...maybe it's best not to know.
But for such a self-confident rabbit, Silver has a better side. He's loyal to those he deems 'friend'. Never leave them behind, never allow one of your own to die...that sort of thing. He's as abiding as he is vain. That's saying something.
Strengths:
A Head Held High…
Like all his species, Silver has strong back legs built for speed. His senses are sharp as well. Plus...years of carrying that heavy sack for Easter paid off; the young rabbit has developed sturdy muscles.
Weaknesses:
…Above All Others
Quite prideful, Silver fails to see any flaws in anything he does.
He can be almost as stubborn as his companion, but in a very different way. While Easter is stubborn for intelligent reasons, Silver is young and foolish, vain and self-centered.
He needs constant watch or he'd do something stupid...like running head-first into vermins.
History:
Silverfoot Swift belonged to a small warden of rabbits that lived in a meadow. Too poor to start building houses like civilized folk, the rabbits of the meadow embraced their inner diggers and dug habitats underground.
Clover Swift, Silverfoot's mother, was a widow. Her husband had vanished one night, thought to be dead to this day. She raised her young son all by herself in their little burrow. But life was good for the little warden. It was peaceful, free of vermin and crime.
But that peace doesn't last forever.
It started as a simple cough, then over the past couple of days it grew to a plague. Nobody was spared during the outbreak...except for Silverfoot Swift. He had been a brat, wandering off by himself over a week ago without telling anybody. Being as young as four, the rabbit doesn't remember what happened on his little journey.
But he does remember what happened when he returned home.
Bodies everywhere. Scattered for birds to pick at, lying half-way in their burrows, craming the underground warden...it was a horrible sight. Luckily by that time, the sickness had passed on. Silverfoot couldn't get anything from the dead rabbits. Which was good, for he found his mother's body and never left it's side for three days, sobbing.
With nothing to eat or drink for days, he couldn't defend himself against the shadow that fell behind him. Silverfoot only smelt death by this time; he couldn't tell that it wasn't an enemy, but another rabbit that happened to travel upon the scene.
The shadow bent down beside him, and the little rabbit could see another little rabbit, looking much dwarfed. But this one was older. How odd.
Silver trembled with glee; he hadn't seen another living beast for three days straight. It had just been him and the corpses. He flung himself into the adult's arms and cried.
---
Easterthift Dthye Dwarfar...or just Easter, had found the little babe and took him in...well, he traveled alot; so it was more or less a movable home. Silver's been with him ever since...yet he isn't a cute, innocent rabbit anymore.
Relationships:
Easterthift Dthye Dwarfar- Adopted Father, Friend
Clover Swift- Mother- Dead
Father- Dead?
Other
I named both these bunnies after my own cuties. -hugs rabbits- It'll be fun to rp them; their personalities are very amusing to my family. I hope they are to you lot.
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