Age: 7 moons
Gender: Buck
Rank:
Mentor: N/A
Skills: Moth is an observant rabbit and very skilled in vanishing from predators and rabbits alike.
Weaknesses: He has no real fear of anything this uh, well you can imagine where this might lead to some bad situations for a rabbit.
Appearance: Almost mottled, tan and blue rabbit with a grey undercoat and a tan dorsal streak. Tan extremities, lighter underside, tipped blue ears, orange-brown eyes. Long and numerous white whiskers. Moth isn't a very large rabbit. Fully grown, he'll still be a bit on the smaller side.
Personality:
+Observant and perspective, he quickly realizes any changes in his environment . Usually much sooner than anyone else.
+He can be quite a thoughtful rabbit. He makes notes of friend's likes and dislikes and tries to accommodate for them. He loves to surprise rabbits he considers friends.
+He is independent and is resourceful. He does not rely on other rabbits, this can be a double-edged blade however.
+He is calm rabbit who keeps his wits. He fears nothing and does not panic. He tends to just go with the flow.
+He is usually willing to help out and work with other rabbits without compromising his own well-being and boundaries.
-His memory is a finicky thing. He might remember something to the end of his years or forget it the moment he turns his back to it.
-It's impossible to read him. His expression rarely changes. He might comment on the weather or announce the death of the leader in the same tone of voice. (Not to say his voice is monotonous but rarely equal parts cheer and apathy.) Moth is a rather apathetic rabbit who tends to come across as unsettling to other rabbits.
-He can be uncaring and seemingly apathetic towards other rabbits and his own life.
-He can jump to conclusions a little too soon. Sometimes it pays off, other times not so much.
-He likes to keep his composure which can keep him from asking for help or anything else that might break it.
Backstory:
Moth was born to a large litter of rabbits.Their mother had never told them who their father was. It's possible she doesn't know or that she doesn't want to. It's unknown where he was in the order of his brothers and sisters. For some reason, he and a few others in the litter did not grow as quickly or get as large as other young rabbits. Some supposed it was flaw in the family. Perhaps they were unwell. Their mother paid it no mind. They would make it or they wouldn't.
He had gained his apathy and eyes of amber from her.
As a kit, he was more reserved and quicker to catch onto things than others his age. He wasn't one for playing with other kits. He would often times sit on the sidelines and watch and stare. He saw and noticed more things than most rabbits did. The times he would take part in games with his siblings, he'd always get the best of them. Not necessarily meaning he won the game. He would antagonize and entice quarrels amonst other kits. Mainly Rye, he found it particularly easy to get under Rye's skin.
Rye was of the same litter as him but larger in size. He was louder and stronger and more arrogant than Moth as youngsters. Rye took Moth for a rival and would pick fights often. It never ended the way his brother wanted. Moth would always outsmart him. He was smarter and faster than his bigger sibling.
As he and the rest of his litter mates grew older, they mostly drifted apart. He isn't sure what become of his mother. She began disappearing sporadically. Before long it'd be days or a week since they last saw her. Then one day Moth had realized it had been close to a month since he had last seen her. She had just drifted out of their lives. As Moth and his siblings grew older, he faded out of their lives. He knew some of his sisters got along well yet. He thought one of the rabbits he saw training looked familiar; like one of his brothers. They were all begin to outgrow kithood and begin various training and whatnot, meanwhile Moth was rather passive about his future.
He cared for his siblings but he was fond of distance. He was an introverted rabbit who was curious with the natural world. He found no use of loyalty to a warren but was greatly interested in the gradual disappearance of a carcass to the earth, the life cycle of the beetles, the new growth of plants, the yearly migration of some birds while others remained all year round. He was engrossed by things his litter mates never gave a thought towards. And he felt he had no purpose in their lives nor them in his own.
Rye and him continued to cross paths however. Moth was certain Rye sought him out on purpose. It never was intentional though.
Mate: N/A
Sexuality: N/A
Kits: None
Kin: Rye is his littermate
Roleplay Example:
Redfield had been out before on orders, this was not his first time out of the warren, yet he was still a fairly young scout compared to the others. He was just as excited as he had been following his first order from Sky; her aggressive tone of voice didn't faze him at all. He glanced around and thought that were lucky to have such perfect weather to go out it in. He knew that if there were any other rabbits or warrens around, they would surely find them.
. . .
Redfield followed behind then, giving a little space to the two rabbits ahead of him. He didn't want to want to upset the two older rabbits more and he didn't want to let it bother him either. He was sure of his capabilities but also knew when it was best to keep his head down. Anyways, there were more important things to be concerned with . . .
Writing Example:
Moth looked up towards the sky briefly before turning towards Redfield. There wasn't anything to see overhead; the night obscured all in its veil of shadows. It was a motion done in reflection. Eyes unblinking and golden like amber in the faint snakes of moonlight streaming through the thicket, he simply stared offering no response to other rabbit's question. He tilted his head and finally blinked.
"I don't know what you are doing here, stranger,"He spoke," What are you doing so far from your warren, scout?"
"I-I. . uh . . .Redfield stuttered, glancing down at the gravel in front of his paws before regaining his composure. He had given a simple greeting and asked a simple question, he hadn't said anything about himself. He was caught off guard.
"Well, h-" Redfield looked at the spot where Moth had been sitting. There were no signs another rabbit had been with him. He glanced around the deathly silent undergrowth. Moth has seemingly vanished. Almost like a ghost . . .
