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Description
GENERAL INFORMATION

↠ Basics ↞Name: Vernal
Nicknames: none applicable
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Doe - she/her

Rank: Captain
Mentor: Jersey (NPC)
Private(s): - - -

Parents: Catnip (NPC), Lotus (NPC)
Siblings: none.

Orientation: Bisexual.
Status: Single, not interested.

↠ Other ↞Theme Song: wip.
Voice: wip.

Scent: Heavy and intoxicating; pine forest & chopped wood.
Body Build: Tall, slender, and athletic.
Pelt Type: Course, short fur.
Appearance: A dark colored doe, with a large scar wrapping around the shape of her neck. She has a white marking that cups the lower part of her neck, and stretches down to the beginning of her belly. Vernal has white socks that cover just the toes of her feet, and a white marking under her eye. Her ears are worn down at the tips; likely from a life of fighting battles and dodging death itself.

Physical Health: 98% | While still young and healthy, she's still recovering from a recent border scrap.
Mental Health: 73% | She's riddled with frustrations over her deceased parent.

Scars: none.
Injuries: none.
Disabilities: none.

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PRIVATE INFORMATION
↠ Important ↞Skills:
▶ Observation. Has a keen ability to pay attention to detail.

Weaknesses:
▶ Lacks any major strength, and mostly relies on her speed to get her going.
▶ Cares very little for anything; leaving her rather apathetic.

Strength: ★★☆☆☆
Agility: ★★★★☆
Defense: ★★☆☆☆
Intelligence: ★★★★☆
Wisdom: ★★☆☆☆
Charisma: ★★★☆☆
Fighting: ★★☆☆☆
Leadership: ★★☆☆☆
Teamwork: ★☆☆☆☆

Likes:
▶ Being right, and rubbing it in.
▶ The snow, it makes her stand out in a crowd.
▶ Night-time; she feels like she blends in best at this time.

Dislikes:
▶ Being bossed around, she's worked hard to be a captain.
▶ Prisoners. She thinks they should drag their lazy asses out of the pits and stop complaining. It's not like there's not opportunity for them to join Bogweed.

Religion: Questioning / Atheist
Faith: 27% - While she grew up worshiping Occidens, Vernal has never really relied heavily on her faith. To her, it seems almost unlikely that some random rabbit in the sky. Not to mentioning how improbable it is that a rabbit is seriously pulling the moon across the night. However, Vernal is relatively respectful of her peers, and keeps these opinions to herself. If not out of respect, to keep her ears on her own head. She knows better than to voice disrespect to her god in front of others.

↠ Personality ↞Positive
✔ Passionate
✔ Active
✔ Intelligent
✔ Silver-tongued
✔ Outspoken

Neutral
☉ Attentive
☉ Skeptical
☉ Independent
☉ Free-spirited

Negative
✘ Apathetic
✘ Snarky
✘ Compulsive
✘ Intimidating

Goals:
▶ Find her purpose.
▶ Establish herself among peers.

Fears:
▶ Dying young, without ever leaving a legacy behind.
▶ Being forgotten.

Personality Type: ISTP - "The Craftsman"
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

↠ Backstory ↞
Kithood
Born to prisoner Catnip, and captain Lotus. From the start, Vernal had an unconventional family. Her mother had intentionally wanted a litter, so having a single kit wasn't quite what she'd imagined. Captain Lotus, had been desperate to have young. But when her mate had passed away in battle, Lotus felt as though this was never going to happen for her. Eventually, she gently persuaded a prisoner to lay with her. Which soon bared Vernal as a product of that. Lotus, though ashamed for having chosen a prisoner over a fellow warren-mate. Was happy to finally have a kit of her own. Her entire life, the captain idolized having a family. And when little Vernal was born, she hoped her mental envision of it all was going to come true.

Catnip badgered Lotus constantly, begging her to take him on as a private. The prisoner was desperate to leave the confinements of the pits; and join the ranks of Bogweed. Though not to be with his unofficial mate, but rather, to find ways to leave. Catnip was an Owsla from Buttercup, who had been captured during a routine border fight. Having spent moons upon moons in the pits, he had almost entirely lost hope of ever getting out. Lotus however, was like his raft. And the poor captain had almost no idea how little she actually meant to the buck.

Private
Vernal quickly ascended through the ranks of Bogweed. Her Father having successful conned her Mother into mentoring him, Vernal was stuck with a crotchety doe named Jersey. A previous hutch rabbit, who'd recently been ranked to sergeant. Vernal couldn't have felt more insulted if she tried. The daughter of a high ranking captain, was being tossed to a new sergeant. One who'd been a hutch rabbit no less? That was enough to make her blood boil. Though, her protests fell upon deaf ears. Lotus and Catnip often spent hours at a time away from the warren, presumably training. This meant less and less time that Vernal got to actually spend around them. It wasn't until she was closer to twelve moons, did she suspect something wasn't adding up. Both Lotus and Catnip would be gone practically the entire day. Only sticking around long enough to fulfill their duties, before slipping off under the guise of training.

Vernal followed both of her parents at some point, desperately curious to know what they were actually doing. The private followed them both to the border, only to find them merrily crossing into Buttercup territory and meeting with another rabbit. Without a lick of impulse control, Vernal confronted her parents. Furious, and labeling them traitors almost instantly. Of course, the pair had no explanation. They couldn't really offer one. They had been caught red-handed; on enemy territory.

Catnip began to explain how he and Lotus were in love, but that they didn't belong in Bogweed. It was one of the most heart-breaking things the young private could have ever been told. Except it wasn't. The most heart-breaking moment was when her own Mother expected her to leave her home. For Buttercup no less. Vernal refused, cursing both of their names before leaving the lands entirely. She was met with no conflict, and in that moment. She was almost positive her heart had broken into a million pieces. After-all, how could they leave their own blood behind? And for what? a warren who had done not a damn thing for either of them.

Sergeant
Vernal returned home to report that both her Mother and Father were traitors to the warren. While the young private half expected to get thrown into the pits just for sheer association, she was instead awarded with a rank-up. Her mentor however, was none too happy with the news. The doe made it obvious she didn't think the private was ready for a rank-up. However, her word was not above that of their superiors; and Vernal quickly rose to be ranked along-side her previous mentor.

Ranking up settled most of the conflict within her mind; her parents were never her family. No, Bogweed was. Vernal constantly worked her ass off as a Sergeant. Having an internal need to constantly prove she was a loyal rabbit to the warren. She was beyond thrilled when Campion was captured, and ever more giddy when Buttercup attempted to attack Bogweed. When all chaos broke loose, Vernal sought out two familiar faces in the fight. Her Mother was fighting along-side her Father, but truly? It was Catnip she was enraged with. That silver-tongued buck had convinced her Mother to join a warren she was a stranger to. Vernal was sure of this. In that moment, she took joy in ripping out his throat. Even as he screamed for Lotus, and even as he tried to call her his daughter. Lotus knew where her loyalties lay; unlike the pair she had the begrudging luck of calling her parents.

After the fire, Vernal led a more self-assured life. Though she lacked any real friends; she spent most of her time just delving into her responsibilities. Training along-side whoever asked, and patrolling every second she could get an opportunity to tag along. Part of her mind, wandered back to wonder how her Mother was doing. How she was coping with the loss of her crappy mate. Though, she soon decided some things were better left a mystery. Though, she quickly made enemies of her ex-mentor. Be it because the two just never quite got along; with polar-opposite personalities. Or some deep rooted hatred between them; the two took every opportunity to shame one another and make the opposite look bad.

Captain
Vernal has since worked hard to keep her head above water. The silence can often be deafening; but she keeps her cool by random small talk in passing. Vernal having only been recently ranked a captain, is constantly internalizing her need to prove herself. Despite the fact that her rank alone should be 'enough'. Though, if there's one thing she takes pride in, it's knowing she's far superior to what her mother ever could have been. Vernal was beyond happy to have risen to a Captain before Jersey. It's been a topic for self bragging for many moons now; with no sign of a stopping point.

Farmer's Snare
While patrolling, shortly there-after her rank up to captain, Vernal found herself awful close to the Farm. Determined to make something of herself, and prove herself worthy of her rank up, the doe ventured through the fence. The smell of the vegetables that lay in the garden were too tempting; and practically called her name out to her. As she made her way through the garden rows; Vernal ended up getting her head caught in a snare. Making the loudest racket she'd ever made her in life, she attracted the attention of fellow patrol members. Who thankfully, were able to come rushing to her aide. However, this wasn't without the snare leaving a nasty impression from all her trashing and fidgeting about. Though it's relatively healed now; her fur has seemed to not grow back in the form of a ring around her neck.

_____________________________________________________________________________

OTHER THINGS
↠ Extra ↞Musical Playlist: to be done.
Relationship Tracker: to be done.

design by MindlessExpress
artwork by PakkasenPurema

Description
GENERAL INFORMATION

↠ Basics ↞Name: Vernal
Nicknames: none applicable
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Doe - she/her

Rank: Captain
Mentor: Jersey (NPC)
Private(s): - - -

Parents: Catnip (NPC), Lotus (NPC)
Siblings: none.

Orientation: Bisexual.
Status: Single, not interested.

↠ Other ↞Theme Song: wip.
Voice: wip.

Scent: Heavy and intoxicating; pine forest & chopped wood.
Body Build: Tall, slender, and athletic.
Pelt Type: Course, short fur.
Appearance: A dark colored doe, with a large scar wrapping around the shape of her neck. She has a white marking that cups the lower part of her neck, and stretches down to the beginning of her belly. Vernal has white socks that cover just the toes of her feet, and a white marking under her eye. Her ears are worn down at the tips; likely from a life of fighting battles and dodging death itself.

Physical Health: 98% | While still young and healthy, she's still recovering from a recent border scrap.
Mental Health: 73% | She's riddled with frustrations over her deceased parent.

Scars: none.
Injuries: none.
Disabilities: none.

_____________________________________________________________________________

PRIVATE INFORMATION
↠ Important ↞Skills:
▶ Observation. Has a keen ability to pay attention to detail.

Weaknesses:
▶ Lacks any major strength, and mostly relies on her speed to get her going.
▶ Cares very little for anything; leaving her rather apathetic.

Strength: ★★☆☆☆
Agility: ★★★★☆
Defense: ★★☆☆☆
Intelligence: ★★★★☆
Wisdom: ★★☆☆☆
Charisma: ★★★☆☆
Fighting: ★★☆☆☆
Leadership: ★★☆☆☆
Teamwork: ★☆☆☆☆

Likes:
▶ Being right, and rubbing it in.
▶ The snow, it makes her stand out in a crowd.
▶ Night-time; she feels like she blends in best at this time.

Dislikes:
▶ Being bossed around, she's worked hard to be a captain.
▶ Prisoners. She thinks they should drag their lazy asses out of the pits and stop complaining. It's not like there's not opportunity for them to join Bogweed.

Religion: Questioning / Atheist
Faith: 27% - While she grew up worshiping Occidens, Vernal has never really relied heavily on her faith. To her, it seems almost unlikely that some random rabbit in the sky. Not to mentioning how improbable it is that a rabbit is seriously pulling the moon across the night. However, Vernal is relatively respectful of her peers, and keeps these opinions to herself. If not out of respect, to keep her ears on her own head. She knows better than to voice disrespect to her god in front of others.

↠ Personality ↞Positive
✔ Passionate
✔ Active
✔ Intelligent
✔ Silver-tongued
✔ Outspoken

Neutral
☉ Attentive
☉ Skeptical
☉ Independent
☉ Free-spirited

Negative
✘ Apathetic
✘ Snarky
✘ Compulsive
✘ Intimidating

Goals:
▶ Find her purpose.
▶ Establish herself among peers.

Fears:
▶ Dying young, without ever leaving a legacy behind.
▶ Being forgotten.

Personality Type: ISTP - "The Craftsman"
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

↠ Backstory ↞
Kithood
Born to prisoner Catnip, and captain Lotus. From the start, Vernal had an unconventional family. Her mother had intentionally wanted a litter, so having a single kit wasn't quite what she'd imagined. Captain Lotus, had been desperate to have young. But when her mate had passed away in battle, Lotus felt as though this was never going to happen for her. Eventually, she gently persuaded a prisoner to lay with her. Which soon bared Vernal as a product of that. Lotus, though ashamed for having chosen a prisoner over a fellow warren-mate. Was happy to finally have a kit of her own. Her entire life, the captain idolized having a family. And when little Vernal was born, she hoped her mental envision of it all was going to come true.

Catnip badgered Lotus constantly, begging her to take him on as a private. The prisoner was desperate to leave the confinements of the pits; and join the ranks of Bogweed. Though not to be with his unofficial mate, but rather, to find ways to leave. Catnip was an Owsla from Buttercup, who had been captured during a routine border fight. Having spent moons upon moons in the pits, he had almost entirely lost hope of ever getting out. Lotus however, was like his raft. And the poor captain had almost no idea how little she actually meant to the buck.

Private
Vernal quickly ascended through the ranks of Bogweed. Her Father having successful conned her Mother into mentoring him, Vernal was stuck with a crotchety doe named Jersey. A previous hutch rabbit, who'd recently been ranked to sergeant. Vernal couldn't have felt more insulted if she tried. The daughter of a high ranking captain, was being tossed to a new sergeant. One who'd been a hutch rabbit no less? That was enough to make her blood boil. Though, her protests fell upon deaf ears. Lotus and Catnip often spent hours at a time away from the warren, presumably training. This meant less and less time that Vernal got to actually spend around them. It wasn't until she was closer to twelve moons, did she suspect something wasn't adding up. Both Lotus and Catnip would be gone practically the entire day. Only sticking around long enough to fulfill their duties, before slipping off under the guise of training.

Vernal followed both of her parents at some point, desperately curious to know what they were actually doing. The private followed them both to the border, only to find them merrily crossing into Buttercup territory and meeting with another rabbit. Without a lick of impulse control, Vernal confronted her parents. Furious, and labeling them traitors almost instantly. Of course, the pair had no explanation. They couldn't really offer one. They had been caught red-handed; on enemy territory.

Catnip began to explain how he and Lotus were in love, but that they didn't belong in Bogweed. It was one of the most heart-breaking things the young private could have ever been told. Except it wasn't. The most heart-breaking moment was when her own Mother expected her to leave her home. For Buttercup no less. Vernal refused, cursing both of their names before leaving the lands entirely. She was met with no conflict, and in that moment. She was almost positive her heart had broken into a million pieces. After-all, how could they leave their own blood behind? And for what? a warren who had done not a damn thing for either of them.

Sergeant
Vernal returned home to report that both her Mother and Father were traitors to the warren. While the young private half expected to get thrown into the pits just for sheer association, she was instead awarded with a rank-up. Her mentor however, was none too happy with the news. The doe made it obvious she didn't think the private was ready for a rank-up. However, her word was not above that of their superiors; and Vernal quickly rose to be ranked along-side her previous mentor.

Ranking up settled most of the conflict within her mind; her parents were never her family. No, Bogweed was. Vernal constantly worked her ass off as a Sergeant. Having an internal need to constantly prove she was a loyal rabbit to the warren. She was beyond thrilled when Campion was captured, and ever more giddy when Buttercup attempted to attack Bogweed. When all chaos broke loose, Vernal sought out two familiar faces in the fight. Her Mother was fighting along-side her Father, but truly? It was Catnip she was enraged with. That silver-tongued buck had convinced her Mother to join a warren she was a stranger to. Vernal was sure of this. In that moment, she took joy in ripping out his throat. Even as he screamed for Lotus, and even as he tried to call her his daughter. Lotus knew where her loyalties lay; unlike the pair she had the begrudging luck of calling her parents.

After the fire, Vernal led a more self-assured life. Though she lacked any real friends; she spent most of her time just delving into her responsibilities. Training along-side whoever asked, and patrolling every second she could get an opportunity to tag along. Part of her mind, wandered back to wonder how her Mother was doing. How she was coping with the loss of her crappy mate. Though, she soon decided some things were better left a mystery. Though, she quickly made enemies of her ex-mentor. Be it because the two just never quite got along; with polar-opposite personalities. Or some deep rooted hatred between them; the two took every opportunity to shame one another and make the opposite look bad.

Captain
Vernal has since worked hard to keep her head above water. The silence can often be deafening; but she keeps her cool by random small talk in passing. Vernal having only been recently ranked a captain, is constantly internalizing her need to prove herself. Despite the fact that her rank alone should be 'enough'. Though, if there's one thing she takes pride in, it's knowing she's far superior to what her mother ever could have been. Vernal was beyond happy to have risen to a Captain before Jersey. It's been a topic for self bragging for many moons now; with no sign of a stopping point.

Farmer's Snare
While patrolling, shortly there-after her rank up to captain, Vernal found herself awful close to the Farm. Determined to make something of herself, and prove herself worthy of her rank up, the doe ventured through the fence. The smell of the vegetables that lay in the garden were too tempting; and practically called her name out to her. As she made her way through the garden rows; Vernal ended up getting her head caught in a snare. Making the loudest racket she'd ever made her in life, she attracted the attention of fellow patrol members. Who thankfully, were able to come rushing to her aide. However, this wasn't without the snare leaving a nasty impression from all her trashing and fidgeting about. Though it's relatively healed now; her fur has seemed to not grow back in the form of a ring around her neck.

_____________________________________________________________________________

OTHER THINGS
↠ Extra ↞Musical Playlist: to be done.
Relationship Tracker: to be done.

design by MindlessExpress
artwork by PakkasenPurema