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Description

“I'm not your chief, just do as I say!”
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|| GENERAL ||

Name | Sol
Meaning | Latin- Sun
(or Shit Outta Luck)
Seasons | Adult, unknown
Birthday | Beginning of spring

Gender | Buck

  Warren| Von
Rank | Reluctant Chief
Type | 50% Farm / 50% Wild

Theme song | Undecided
Voice Claim | Arthur-Viner
Singing Claim | none
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   || PHYSICAL ||

Breed | Belgian /Havana
Scars | Shoulder and hip
Scent | Freshly turned earth, cracked roots, gnawed pinecones

Fur type | Bristled, Rough and Thin
Body type | Slim, long legged, built for speed
Handicaps | None at this time

| Description |
Tall, long legged, and usually a tad emaciated, Sol tends to stand at shoulder length on rabbits he meets. Lean yet springlike muscles make up his slim frame. His fur tends to be thick naturally though its hard to tell given his tendency to overgroom, get caught under fences, or get into fights. His ears are constantly twitching. Sol’s coat is mainly cream though his underbelly is white. However the tips of his ears, arms, tail, facial marks, and eyebrows are dark chestnut.

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|| PERSONALITY ||

Positive | Protective, Loyal, Clever, Helpful, Graceful, Self Reliant, Dry Humorous
Neutral | Sarcastic, Determined, Stubborn, Tough, Passionate, Sarcastic, Quick Reactions
Negative | Short-tempered, Worries, Distrustful, Vengeful, Snarky, Blunt, Fretful

Likes | Turnips, peace and quiet, soft breezes, lakesides, saftey
Dislikes | Hot summers, Long winters, Man's machines, Halfear's attitude
Fears | Failing as a make-shift leader, Leading his warren to failure, Romance

Goals | To help the rabbits find a home, be a better leader, to be a father
Quirks | Can ramble on about certain subjects, ears twitch no matter what, prank wars, collects feathers
Habits | Over grooms when stressed, always slaps his paws together when standing, gets stuck thinking

Strength | Can be fast and make sharp turns, can be a down right bastard and make buns listen
Weakness | Lack of self confidence, anger issues, very unforgiving, once trust is broken its gone

Summary | Unable to leave a rabbit to their death he'll take them under his wing, all while saying he's not their chief. Sol harbors a deep fear that he'll fail the rabbits who have started following him for no reason - and is terrified he'll see inle one day who will blame him for all his past mistakes. Sol pretends not to care but would put his life down for any of the rabbits he knows without regret. He dosnt talk about himself much either, but will listen to any other rabbit without complaint.
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|| HISTORY ||
(rough wip)
Although born to a warren he sadly didnt get to learn fully what it was like. While he was very young Sol's mother, Venna, worried when he started acting oddly. Especially when he'd twitch his ears only to look up at her and announce rain was coming. It did. It always did. The warren outright forbid any rabbits who were 'touched by inle,' and refused to even speak about rabbits who could see things others could not. Sadly Sol's father took notice.

But before he could report it to their chief Venna made one last ditch effort to spare her son from the truth. Sol, who's kitten fur still clung close to his hide, followed his mother without question as they approached a small house on the countryside. He'd been promised an adventure. But what he got was a bucket kicked by his mother - trapping him under it as she ran away. Terrified he sat there until the man, drawn by the clattering, lifted the bucket and caught him.

Surprisingly enough Sol actually fell into pet life perfectly. He was still too young to be away from his mother, but the kind human didnt mind and took care of him, feeding him milk with a little syringe. The man even allowed Sol to roam about his new home, never once using a cage. Sol grew up rather happy, chubby, and more than comfortable hopping up onto his owners lap for a nice long ear scritch. As years ticked by Sol took careful note of his owner. The man worked in natural medicine. He'd moved to the country side to grow his herbs, and enjoy the comfortable seclusion. The owner always chuckled when he'd catch his rabbit watching his hands so closely.

But sadly Sol's little paradise didnt last.

Sol will never say why, but one night he fled from the house from his man's arms, and never looked back.

And straight into a warren.

Thistle-hock warren from there became his home. The chief, more than amused to show a pet rabbit the ropes of survival, took great fun in seeing what Sol could offer - and even made sure that his eldest son Dusk would help him as well. The skills Sol had learned from his human helped the warren tremendously. The rabbits even grew to tease that Sol liked to turn around and kick sickness right back an Inle himself.

Sol was content.

He grew close to the Chief, sharing long talks with him when neither could sleep. Eventually he admitted what had happened to cause him to become a pet, and how his mother had told him to always keep his 'secret's close. The chief sadly agreed. As time went on Sol forgot just how to listen to the world around him, and hear the whispered secret's of what was to come.

Which is why Sol blamed himself the day Thisle-hock laid in ruin. The land had been purchased, and pipes were shoved deep into the burrows, filling it with putrid gass that stole the breath of those who breathed. Sol scraped his way to freedom, trying to help those he could. But inle would collect his dues. Sol was never sure what happened to Dusk, though as he wandered away from his ruined warren Cocklebur happened to stumble onto his path, and asked for the same help Sol had asked his Chief so long ago.

Thus began the adventure of Von-Warren.
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|| STATS ||

SURVIVAL:
Fighting          |    ●●○○○○○○○○
Strength         |    ●●○○○○○○○○
Speed             | ●●●●●○○○○○
Agility             | ●●●●○○○○○○
Intelligence    |     ●●●●●○○○○○
Endurance      |     ●●●○○○○○○○

PHYSICAL:
Hearing       |    ●●●●○○○○○○
Sight               | ●●●○○○○○○○
Smell              | ●●●●○○○○○○
Hiding              |     ●●○○○○○○○○
Fertility        |   ●○○○○○○○○○

PERSONAL:
Charisma        |    ●●○○○○○○○○
Spec. Ability   |     ●●●●○○○○○○
Human Int.     | ●●●●○○○○○○
Resistance    |     ●●●●○○○○○○

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|| RELATIONSHIPS ||

Sexuality | Demisexual
Mate | None
Kits | None

Mother | Venna
Father | ClovesHop
Sisters | unknown
Brothers | unknown
(open to others playing as siblings)

Description

“I'm not your chief, just do as I say!”
_______________________________________________________________

|| GENERAL ||

Name | Sol
Meaning | Latin- Sun
(or Shit Outta Luck)
Seasons | Adult, unknown
Birthday | Beginning of spring

Gender | Buck

  Warren| Von
Rank | Reluctant Chief
Type | 50% Farm / 50% Wild

Theme song | Undecided
Voice Claim | Arthur-Viner
Singing Claim | none
_______________________________________________________________

   || PHYSICAL ||

Breed | Belgian /Havana
Scars | Shoulder and hip
Scent | Freshly turned earth, cracked roots, gnawed pinecones

Fur type | Bristled, Rough and Thin
Body type | Slim, long legged, built for speed
Handicaps | None at this time

| Description |
Tall, long legged, and usually a tad emaciated, Sol tends to stand at shoulder length on rabbits he meets. Lean yet springlike muscles make up his slim frame. His fur tends to be thick naturally though its hard to tell given his tendency to overgroom, get caught under fences, or get into fights. His ears are constantly twitching. Sol’s coat is mainly cream though his underbelly is white. However the tips of his ears, arms, tail, facial marks, and eyebrows are dark chestnut.

_______________________________________________________________

|| PERSONALITY ||

Positive | Protective, Loyal, Clever, Helpful, Graceful, Self Reliant, Dry Humorous
Neutral | Sarcastic, Determined, Stubborn, Tough, Passionate, Sarcastic, Quick Reactions
Negative | Short-tempered, Worries, Distrustful, Vengeful, Snarky, Blunt, Fretful

Likes | Turnips, peace and quiet, soft breezes, lakesides, saftey
Dislikes | Hot summers, Long winters, Man's machines, Halfear's attitude
Fears | Failing as a make-shift leader, Leading his warren to failure, Romance

Goals | To help the rabbits find a home, be a better leader, to be a father
Quirks | Can ramble on about certain subjects, ears twitch no matter what, prank wars, collects feathers
Habits | Over grooms when stressed, always slaps his paws together when standing, gets stuck thinking

Strength | Can be fast and make sharp turns, can be a down right bastard and make buns listen
Weakness | Lack of self confidence, anger issues, very unforgiving, once trust is broken its gone

Summary | Unable to leave a rabbit to their death he'll take them under his wing, all while saying he's not their chief. Sol harbors a deep fear that he'll fail the rabbits who have started following him for no reason - and is terrified he'll see inle one day who will blame him for all his past mistakes. Sol pretends not to care but would put his life down for any of the rabbits he knows without regret. He dosnt talk about himself much either, but will listen to any other rabbit without complaint.
_______________________________________________________________

|| HISTORY ||
(rough wip)
Although born to a warren he sadly didnt get to learn fully what it was like. While he was very young Sol's mother, Venna, worried when he started acting oddly. Especially when he'd twitch his ears only to look up at her and announce rain was coming. It did. It always did. The warren outright forbid any rabbits who were 'touched by inle,' and refused to even speak about rabbits who could see things others could not. Sadly Sol's father took notice.

But before he could report it to their chief Venna made one last ditch effort to spare her son from the truth. Sol, who's kitten fur still clung close to his hide, followed his mother without question as they approached a small house on the countryside. He'd been promised an adventure. But what he got was a bucket kicked by his mother - trapping him under it as she ran away. Terrified he sat there until the man, drawn by the clattering, lifted the bucket and caught him.

Surprisingly enough Sol actually fell into pet life perfectly. He was still too young to be away from his mother, but the kind human didnt mind and took care of him, feeding him milk with a little syringe. The man even allowed Sol to roam about his new home, never once using a cage. Sol grew up rather happy, chubby, and more than comfortable hopping up onto his owners lap for a nice long ear scritch. As years ticked by Sol took careful note of his owner. The man worked in natural medicine. He'd moved to the country side to grow his herbs, and enjoy the comfortable seclusion. The owner always chuckled when he'd catch his rabbit watching his hands so closely.

But sadly Sol's little paradise didnt last.

Sol will never say why, but one night he fled from the house from his man's arms, and never looked back.

And straight into a warren.

Thistle-hock warren from there became his home. The chief, more than amused to show a pet rabbit the ropes of survival, took great fun in seeing what Sol could offer - and even made sure that his eldest son Dusk would help him as well. The skills Sol had learned from his human helped the warren tremendously. The rabbits even grew to tease that Sol liked to turn around and kick sickness right back an Inle himself.

Sol was content.

He grew close to the Chief, sharing long talks with him when neither could sleep. Eventually he admitted what had happened to cause him to become a pet, and how his mother had told him to always keep his 'secret's close. The chief sadly agreed. As time went on Sol forgot just how to listen to the world around him, and hear the whispered secret's of what was to come.

Which is why Sol blamed himself the day Thisle-hock laid in ruin. The land had been purchased, and pipes were shoved deep into the burrows, filling it with putrid gass that stole the breath of those who breathed. Sol scraped his way to freedom, trying to help those he could. But inle would collect his dues. Sol was never sure what happened to Dusk, though as he wandered away from his ruined warren Cocklebur happened to stumble onto his path, and asked for the same help Sol had asked his Chief so long ago.

Thus began the adventure of Von-Warren.
_______________________________________________________________

|| STATS ||

SURVIVAL:
Fighting          |    ●●○○○○○○○○
Strength         |    ●●○○○○○○○○
Speed             | ●●●●●○○○○○
Agility             | ●●●●○○○○○○
Intelligence    |     ●●●●●○○○○○
Endurance      |     ●●●○○○○○○○

PHYSICAL:
Hearing       |    ●●●●○○○○○○
Sight               | ●●●○○○○○○○
Smell              | ●●●●○○○○○○
Hiding              |     ●●○○○○○○○○
Fertility        |   ●○○○○○○○○○

PERSONAL:
Charisma        |    ●●○○○○○○○○
Spec. Ability   |     ●●●●○○○○○○
Human Int.     | ●●●●○○○○○○
Resistance    |     ●●●●○○○○○○

_______________________________________________________________

|| RELATIONSHIPS ||

Sexuality | Demisexual
Mate | None
Kits | None

Mother | Venna
Father | ClovesHop
Sisters | unknown
Brothers | unknown
(open to others playing as siblings)