Name: Sir Edward Cadburry von Bunchester the VII– more commonly known simply as “The Bunny”
Age: The Bunny has been passed down for generations, and as such its age is irrelevant(unknown)
Birthday: May 17, that most glorious day when the final stitch was made on his luxuriously fluffy exterior to make him whole
Gender: Genderless- goes by male pronouns for the sake of convenience
Category: Citizen
Appearance Description:
Personality Description:
The bunny is a creature of status, having been the plaything of royalty and nobility for the better part of the millennium. It is thus rather pompous at times, very picky with whom and what he will tolerate, and just a tad full of himself. He is not afraid to speak his mind– after all, he perceives most of the people he comes into contact with as lesser, and thus, he doesn’t care what they think. He is mostly motivated by anything that will serve to benefit himself, and otherwise sees no point in living in his miserable condition. Should you offer him what he desires (namely, sweets), he can be a vehemently loyal ally; however, if you do not deliver, he can become a most potent, deadly enemy…
The bunny is not solely interested in himself, however. Over the years, his fascination with and curiosity in the human race has only increased, and he enjoys talking to people when he is in the mood for it (i.e, when he’s not hungry). He is particularly interested in people with unique gifts, as many of the girls who had previously played with him had possessed. Manta Carlos has served him well in providing him with a plethora of interesting people to observe and talk to, and so the bunny has yet to truly find itself “bored.” He will readily strike up a conversation with someone should they appear interesting enough…
The bunny is obsessed with sweets. They are his life essence. They are his immortal quest. They are what keeps him from becoming a soul-sucking demon. His favorite is strawberry shortcake, and he would kill his own hypothetical mother for a slice of it. You do not mess with the bunny’s sweets. Ever.
Powers:
Major: Shortcake Wishes: Those who provide him with the blessed shortcake will be granted one wish- and that is not one wish per shortcake, mind you, but one wish per presentation of the desserts. The wish will last until the shortcake has been fully consumed (usually, about an hour: he likes to savor his food). More shortcakes, however, equals more time.
Furthermore, feeding The Bunny shortcakes is the only way to prevent him from eventually resorting to consuming his other form of sustenance– human souls. However, The Bunny can go for about four months without eating before he becomes compelled to devour souls, so people are usually safe.
Minor: Puppetry: The Bunny has been bound to the human girl who carries it by witchcraft, due to the fact that in a fit of starvation he accidentally ate her soul. While this has served mostly as a hindrance and a punishment, it does have one key benefit; the bunny can puppet the girl to do almost anything he wants her to do. He can move her around so that she can take him places, make her speak, anything– under one condition. The Bunny is cursed to forever remain in the girl’s arms- her grip is what binds him. Thus, he can never make her do anything involving her hands, as she can never let him go.
Biography:
Once upon a time, there was darkness. Then there was blurriness. Then there was light. And The Bunny was brought into this world.
He is not quite aware of how, exactly, he was created, though without a doubt he assumes that witchcraft was involved. Nevertheless, he was a bunny of pure stuffing. He was passed on through centuries of royal lineages, the featured guests at the tea parties of many a princess, countess, or duchess across Europe. However, once these old monarchies began to lose their splendor, he fell into more common hands- but he did not mind, as he was still the subject of much cuddling and fawning over, and it seemed that his caretakers of lesser economic status were able to provide him with sweets sweeter than anything he had ever tasted before, due to the mysterious ambrosial substance he later learned was called “High Fructose Corn Syrup.” Ah, yes, the bunny lived his days in the utmost bliss, worshiped in every household he resided as the favorite plaything…until…
He encountered a young girl who apparently had everything she wanted- the latest clothes, the latest toys, and, of course, the latest electronic devices to satisfy her minimal attention span. Her aunt, who had been his previous caretaker (he disliked referring to them as “owners,” as how dare they assume he could be “owned.”) decided it would be a most marvelous idea to pass him on to her darling little niece. The little girl was forced to look up from her iPhone 6 as her aunt lovingly presented her The Bunny. The girl took a look at him, squeezed him once, then dropped him on the floor and ran off to open more presents. The bunny was left in the utmost shock. What had just happened? Had he just been…..rejected?
Yes, he had, and it did not stop there. He resided in a dusty corner of her bedroom, with nothing but a ratty stuffed bear and a rag doll who was coming apart at the seams to keep him company. For months he sat there, watching the girl on her little black boxes, moaning and groaning about likes and posts and who got the highest score on Flappy Bird. He felt his felt eyes twitch. He couldn’t stand this spoiled brat any longer. And to make matters worse, she kept him without food! Without tea! Without sweets! It was agony! He felt himself losing stuffing by the second! He was a shell of the regal bunny he once was. And it was all her fault.
That night, something within him snapped. The spirit inside that stuffed bunny became demented, morphing into something truly grotesque and demonic as it crawled across her floor, and climbed up into her bed, grabbing at her shoulders. She screamed as the bunny’s small smile ripped apart, and his entire head opened, sucking the soul right out of her body.
Once this had been done, the bunny was restored to his normal, sane, adorable self once again. He had gained a satisfactory sustenance, and could therefore move about his way…but not without punishment. You see, cute and fluffy bunnies, however possessed they may be, are not supposed to eat souls. It’s in the rulebook. So, an anonymous council of witchcraft decided, as punishment, that the girl would tag along with The Bunny- for the rest of his life.
At first he was miserable- no more being passed on to other homes, no more tea parties around small, pastel-painted tables, no more sweets. He was all alone in this world, save for this carcass of a girl he had been strapped to. However, after about a year, he learned that he could use her to his advantage. He realized that by consuming her soul, he had gained the ability to manipulate the girl, like a puppet; he could make her speak, walk, dance, whatever he pleased. The only catch was that she would never let go of him- an obstacle that he felt he could easily handle. With his newfound ability to communicate with the fleshy non-bunnies, he was able to purchase a ticket for himself (technically, for the girl) to the place where many of his most favorite young misses had been sent to throughout the centuries: Manta Carlos. Upon the realization that all of those women were dead, he decided to use this opportunity to hunt down the other thing most dear to his heart-- strawberry shortcakes. And with that, he took up residence on the island.
Additional Information:
The Bunny is often found just wandering about Manta Carlos. It is sometimes mistaken for an elementary school student, and is thus able to roam about the grounds of Starlight Academy as well.
Age: The Bunny has been passed down for generations, and as such its age is irrelevant(unknown)
Birthday: May 17, that most glorious day when the final stitch was made on his luxuriously fluffy exterior to make him whole
Gender: Genderless- goes by male pronouns for the sake of convenience
Category: Citizen
Appearance Description:
- The Bunny itself is about 2 feet tall, and is made up of pink velveteen fabric, with the finest down stuffing money can buy
- Its eyes are black, save for a small circle of white to imitate the reflection of light, and appear to stare into your soul
- It has a small smile drawn on in black thread, a smile that reads, "I am not to be trifled with."
- The Bunny can constantly be seen being held by a small girl of about five years of age, with light brown hair pulled into pigtails, and large brown eyes. She is often seen sporting a yellow dress dotted with small pink flowers, white socks, and a pair of pink shoes
Personality Description:
The bunny is a creature of status, having been the plaything of royalty and nobility for the better part of the millennium. It is thus rather pompous at times, very picky with whom and what he will tolerate, and just a tad full of himself. He is not afraid to speak his mind– after all, he perceives most of the people he comes into contact with as lesser, and thus, he doesn’t care what they think. He is mostly motivated by anything that will serve to benefit himself, and otherwise sees no point in living in his miserable condition. Should you offer him what he desires (namely, sweets), he can be a vehemently loyal ally; however, if you do not deliver, he can become a most potent, deadly enemy…
The bunny is not solely interested in himself, however. Over the years, his fascination with and curiosity in the human race has only increased, and he enjoys talking to people when he is in the mood for it (i.e, when he’s not hungry). He is particularly interested in people with unique gifts, as many of the girls who had previously played with him had possessed. Manta Carlos has served him well in providing him with a plethora of interesting people to observe and talk to, and so the bunny has yet to truly find itself “bored.” He will readily strike up a conversation with someone should they appear interesting enough…
The bunny is obsessed with sweets. They are his life essence. They are his immortal quest. They are what keeps him from becoming a soul-sucking demon. His favorite is strawberry shortcake, and he would kill his own hypothetical mother for a slice of it. You do not mess with the bunny’s sweets. Ever.
Powers:
Major: Shortcake Wishes: Those who provide him with the blessed shortcake will be granted one wish- and that is not one wish per shortcake, mind you, but one wish per presentation of the desserts. The wish will last until the shortcake has been fully consumed (usually, about an hour: he likes to savor his food). More shortcakes, however, equals more time.
Furthermore, feeding The Bunny shortcakes is the only way to prevent him from eventually resorting to consuming his other form of sustenance– human souls. However, The Bunny can go for about four months without eating before he becomes compelled to devour souls, so people are usually safe.
Minor: Puppetry: The Bunny has been bound to the human girl who carries it by witchcraft, due to the fact that in a fit of starvation he accidentally ate her soul. While this has served mostly as a hindrance and a punishment, it does have one key benefit; the bunny can puppet the girl to do almost anything he wants her to do. He can move her around so that she can take him places, make her speak, anything– under one condition. The Bunny is cursed to forever remain in the girl’s arms- her grip is what binds him. Thus, he can never make her do anything involving her hands, as she can never let him go.
Biography:
Once upon a time, there was darkness. Then there was blurriness. Then there was light. And The Bunny was brought into this world.
He is not quite aware of how, exactly, he was created, though without a doubt he assumes that witchcraft was involved. Nevertheless, he was a bunny of pure stuffing. He was passed on through centuries of royal lineages, the featured guests at the tea parties of many a princess, countess, or duchess across Europe. However, once these old monarchies began to lose their splendor, he fell into more common hands- but he did not mind, as he was still the subject of much cuddling and fawning over, and it seemed that his caretakers of lesser economic status were able to provide him with sweets sweeter than anything he had ever tasted before, due to the mysterious ambrosial substance he later learned was called “High Fructose Corn Syrup.” Ah, yes, the bunny lived his days in the utmost bliss, worshiped in every household he resided as the favorite plaything…until…
He encountered a young girl who apparently had everything she wanted- the latest clothes, the latest toys, and, of course, the latest electronic devices to satisfy her minimal attention span. Her aunt, who had been his previous caretaker (he disliked referring to them as “owners,” as how dare they assume he could be “owned.”) decided it would be a most marvelous idea to pass him on to her darling little niece. The little girl was forced to look up from her iPhone 6 as her aunt lovingly presented her The Bunny. The girl took a look at him, squeezed him once, then dropped him on the floor and ran off to open more presents. The bunny was left in the utmost shock. What had just happened? Had he just been…..rejected?
Yes, he had, and it did not stop there. He resided in a dusty corner of her bedroom, with nothing but a ratty stuffed bear and a rag doll who was coming apart at the seams to keep him company. For months he sat there, watching the girl on her little black boxes, moaning and groaning about likes and posts and who got the highest score on Flappy Bird. He felt his felt eyes twitch. He couldn’t stand this spoiled brat any longer. And to make matters worse, she kept him without food! Without tea! Without sweets! It was agony! He felt himself losing stuffing by the second! He was a shell of the regal bunny he once was. And it was all her fault.
That night, something within him snapped. The spirit inside that stuffed bunny became demented, morphing into something truly grotesque and demonic as it crawled across her floor, and climbed up into her bed, grabbing at her shoulders. She screamed as the bunny’s small smile ripped apart, and his entire head opened, sucking the soul right out of her body.
Once this had been done, the bunny was restored to his normal, sane, adorable self once again. He had gained a satisfactory sustenance, and could therefore move about his way…but not without punishment. You see, cute and fluffy bunnies, however possessed they may be, are not supposed to eat souls. It’s in the rulebook. So, an anonymous council of witchcraft decided, as punishment, that the girl would tag along with The Bunny- for the rest of his life.
At first he was miserable- no more being passed on to other homes, no more tea parties around small, pastel-painted tables, no more sweets. He was all alone in this world, save for this carcass of a girl he had been strapped to. However, after about a year, he learned that he could use her to his advantage. He realized that by consuming her soul, he had gained the ability to manipulate the girl, like a puppet; he could make her speak, walk, dance, whatever he pleased. The only catch was that she would never let go of him- an obstacle that he felt he could easily handle. With his newfound ability to communicate with the fleshy non-bunnies, he was able to purchase a ticket for himself (technically, for the girl) to the place where many of his most favorite young misses had been sent to throughout the centuries: Manta Carlos. Upon the realization that all of those women were dead, he decided to use this opportunity to hunt down the other thing most dear to his heart-- strawberry shortcakes. And with that, he took up residence on the island.
Additional Information:
The Bunny is often found just wandering about Manta Carlos. It is sometimes mistaken for an elementary school student, and is thus able to roam about the grounds of Starlight Academy as well.
