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Sage

How will I know when I know what I'm supposed to know?
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Bio

Name Meaning: Sage is a plant often dried and used for seasoning. I picked the name to play on the word. Sage also means to be wise (often from experience earned through age and spirituality). So, Sage is often reflective, sometimes with an interesting tid-bit of food for thought. (Not to mention a dash of humor)

Approx. Age: I play him as if I got him a year sooner, so he would be '3' in human years, and 33 in rabbit years.

Handy Chart

Alignment: Lawful good

Physique: A bit on the lean side, he's a rather standard European rabbit. Not really runner material, but does have fairly good endurance. Father was an owsla, so he does have it in him if he pushed himself.

Personality: Perhaps a bit withdrawn, he doesn't mind the company of others, but sometimes gets lost in thought. When pulled out of his shell he can be rather social and enjoys conversation; though his humor and quirks might sometimes seem a bit off. He tends to silflay at night, where he can have some quiet to think to himself.

Background: His father was an Owsla officer that aided in a raid to Nuthanger farm. There they freed hutch rabbits, of which Snowdrop was one of them. However, the dog got loose. His father took off as decoy, leading the dog away from the others. He was caught, but his sacrifice brought new rabbits to the warren when things were looking a bit more bleak for the Down. His mother starved after hearing the news, no longer finding desire in life. (Odd for rabbit behavior, but perhaps Sage took after her in that regard.)

Sage is unsure of what he should strive for. He doubts he has the making of greatness in him that his father seemed to possess, but battles with the choices of living a modest life as just another rabbit in the warren, or trying to become something. What's more, if he were to join the Owsla, he is unsure if his mother would've approved, or even his father. He is soul searching to find where to put his paws next.

Relations

Snowdrop: I... I don't even know... I don't know what to say.

Thyme: Seemed rather nervous. Perhaps it was the storm?

Heartsease: A story teller, I'm sure I've seen him around before, perhaps heard a tale or two of his as well; but never really spoke before this night. Lively fellow, seemed to have a dislike for the rain.

U'thulroo: An excellent Bobstones player I've gathered. A sharp doe, probably in mind as well as with tongue.

Nightshade: Haven't talked enough to know yet. Outspoken to be sure. Doesn't think much of the Captain of Owsla, or perhaps has a funny way of showing endearment?

Sandbur: The way she cowers turns my heart cold, I fear what might have happened to her, and it angers me that no one stopped it.

RP

Current RPs

Dawning Night - Sandbur - Those remaining of the diseased rabbits have passed quarantine and joined the warren. Sage finds the warren a bit hostile and stays above well into dusk, coming across what he's sure is an abused doe.

Old RPs

A Rainy Night - Thyme, Snowdrop, and Heartsease. - Out for a late night silflay, it starts raining on poor Sage. He encounters Snowdrop, Thyme, and Heartease as well as a bit of his past. He discovers that Snowdrop is one of the hutch rabbits that his Owsla father sacrificed himself to save. Now Heartsease weaves a tale to pass the time.

In the Burrow - U'thulroo, Nightshade. - It is winter and life is rather dull in the warren. Sage comes across a pair of rather bored and interesting does. It seems Bobstones isn't just for Outskirters.

Plottage

Currently: I need to get in touch with Sandbur's owner again, and see if our original plans still hold.

Althea

Yes sir, no sir! Three bags full, sir!
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Bio

Name Meaning: Althea is a flower, also called the Rose of Sharon, which has quite the history and is used in many stories and songs. Often associated with birth (either actually having children, being pregnant, or unable to give birth at all), it's typically used to define something feminine, delicate, and motherly. Which, sounds nothing like Althea at all. So I just had to use it xD

Approx. Age: Somewhere between 4 and 5 in human terms, so late 30's early 40's.

Handy Chart

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Physique: Big. Oh what a big bunny. At around 14 pounds, she's on the light side for a Flemish Giant (the lightest you can get actually), but about twice the size of a typical European rabbit. She is not a standard color, hence her life now on the Down.
Though older, she keeps in top shape, and isn't about to slow down. Though she's starting to feel her aches and pains a bit more.

Personality: Having had quite an eventful life thus far, Althea can be rather opinionated as she assumes most of the time that she knows better. Intense, proud, and intelligent, she's a rabbit to be reckoned with. Although can be thoughtful and compassionate, she does not let feelings or emotions get the better of logical judgement or the order of what must be. Extremely loyal, she is proud to serve her warren, even by producing offspring in the hopes of generating possible runners and future Owsla members.

Background: Born to a new Flemish breeder, the owner was thrown for a loop when she was born. Apparently his newly acquired stock wasn't as pure as he bargained for. Being sound in body, the breeder sold her off as a pet as most breeders do with their 'culls'.

Taken in to be the playmate for a young girl, Althea lived out the better part of nearly 2 and a half years as a house pet. When the family moved to a smaller home, she was shipped off to live a life at a farm. Finding the dull life of a pen rabbit rather unsuitable, Althea also discovered that typical farm rabbit equipment was not intended for use by a 14 pound doe.

Escaping, surviving the wild, and making her way to Watership Down, Althea has proved she's worth her weight in oats, and is a proud member of the Owsla.

Althea does indeed live in the warren, though she can only fit in the largest and oldest parts; the main entry, the large gathering area directly under the roots, and her own large burrow which resides next to the main entrance.

These are the most used and most expanded upon, but the other tunnels and burrows have proven too narrow for her. Therefore her Owsla duties are limited to topside, and the first line of defense in the unlikely chance of an invasion.

Past Partners & Resulting Offspring:
From Cocklebur:
Raven, Kasra'meth, Faili, Crow

Relations

Bracken-rah: My Chief. What more need be said?

Cocklebur: Captain of our Owsla, and the father of my litter. I expect great things from them. I dare not say out loud what my mind says when I'm alone on the matter. It does not sit well with me.

Bramblebur: One of the new arrivals. Owsla in his old warren I've been told. Seems a decent enough sort, loyal and strong. Though rather emotional if you ask me.

Shire: A sad thing that was. I did what I must though. Perhaps he'll see differently once he's a part of our warren. If he makes it.

Dewberry: I only got a look at her, and what I saw was nothing but fur rags. I suspect that Cocklebur might have lost his temper a bit more than he should have with her. However, I was not present and shouldn't question his decision. Shame about the hawk though, but it was probably for the best with what little of her was left.

Ninebark: Odd colored isn't he? I couldn't tell you more than that.

Cowslip: What a horrid end. I rather enjoyed knowing him, and I should keep a mind to meet his kits.

Valerian: Of the odd sort. A buck without direction, like others I could perhaps name. I hope Frith is kinder to him than Cowslip.

Ginkgo: I'd love to tell him where to shove his hraka.

Rainfall: I hope my trust is not misplaced. Otherwise I might have new fur that's not my own to line my burrow with.

U'tuhlroo: Complex. I am still trying to understand what this doe is all about. I think I might have an idea, but time will tell.

RP

Current RP

A Quiet Evening - Blackthorn - Just another afternoon on the down for the two Owsla

Missing! - Ginkgo, Rainfall, Azolla, Althea's Kits - Althea finds herself torn between duty and marlihood as Ginkgo drops by to deliver an unwanted task. At her wit's end, she demands a passing Rain take care of her litter while she takes care of business.

Hey! You! - U'tuhlroo - Leaving her litter in the care of a passing outskirter, Althea nearly tramples the poor U'tuhlroo and demands her compliance in searching the scrapes for the missing kit.

Old RP

A few pebbles short... - Valerian - Althea takes some time to silflay with one of the stranger bucks in the warren.

Walking a Fine Line - Bracken, Bramblebur, Ninebark, Dewberry, Shire. - PLOT - Bracken-rah decides today is the day to visit the scrapes. Althea comes with as guard and they find some sad news on their arrival. Furthermore, a hawk terrorizes them and sets its sights on Dewberry. Bramblebur risks his life to save her, but it is not enough to keep her from Inle'.

Out of Sight, but Not Out of Mind - Cowslip. - The Diseased have come to the Down, and even though they've been sent to the scrapes, many are worried about the situation. Althea finds herself talking over the predicament with a buck of similar background to herself.

Plottage

I would think she's probably disappointed in her kits as it stands, and currently agitated at Cocklebur. I'm not sure what to do with her at the moment.

Cocao

Each day is a gift.
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Bio

Name Meaning: Named after the cocao bean, from which chocolate is made.

Approx. Age: He's a young bun, a little over 1 human year, so about 22 in rabbit terms.

Handy Chart

Alignment: Chaotic Nutcase

Physique: Lean and graceful, with good muscle-tone. A runner, not a fighter.

Personality: Amused and amazed by most anything, he's just in love with life.

Background: The product of hutch rabbits being bred into the warren. Nothing special, really. He's just another rabbit on the Down.

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Crow

I want a normal life, I just don't know what that means anymore.
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Bio

Name Meaning: You know the big black bird? Not to mention counting crows, both the action and the band. The movie, the soundtrack. The belief that they carried the souls to the afterlife. So many things x3

Approx. Age: Young. Time lines and age are kinda messed up as the shop reboots, so I won't know for a bit.

Handy Chart

Alignment: Messed up

Physique: A little bit bigger than the average kitten. Could be that he's got a bit of his mom's size in him. Or he just really loves food.

Personality: Crow has seen some hard truths, being that he was part of the raid on the farm that freed a handful of hutch rabbits. He saw his sister almost die. He watched a buck give up his life to protect him, and he witnessed more than he could handle. In short, Crow is suffering from PTSD, and he's not easy to be around. In fact, he's removed himself from the warren, living out in the scrapes. He doesn't know how to deal with social situations anymore, and doesn't know what to do about simply living.

Background: Born to proud Owsla, Crow was trouble from the start. He gave his mother an untold amount of hardship in his never-ending quest for individuality when she pressed him to shape up to better the warren as a whole. When he finally got to prove what he was made of, he became aware that it's exactly the same stuff everyone else is made of. Blood, bones, muscle.
Things that can be torn away. That can be caught, killed, and crushed.
He hasn't found a way to live with this realization yet.

Parents: Althea and Cocklebur

Relations

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Nightingale

Here comes trouble.
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Bio

Name Meaning: A nightingale is a type of thrush bird, famous for it's song. Whereas most birds will sing just during the day, a nightingale will sing at any time, regardless if it's in the middle of the night.

Approx. Age: A little more than a year, around 23 human terms.

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Alignment: Lawful pain in the a**

Physique: More wiry, he's a bit leaner or perhaps his fur is just a bit sleeker. Average weight and such though.

Personality: 'Gale is very opinionated, everything has a rhyme and reason and should be done just so. He's very particular and that potentially rubs some fur the wrong way.

Background: A rather typical start to a life. Loving mother, absent father, plenty of siblings and other young buns in the warren to grow up with. He hasn't really stood out in any real way yet.

Parents: Nuthatch x Dove

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Lungwort

You're just going to have to learn to deal with the fact that I'll always be better than you.
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Bio

Name Meaning: Lungwort is a rather beautiful flower with a very ugly name. The spotted flowers had a mythos of symbolizing sickened lungs, and were given to people that suffered breathing problems.

The name came from Once Upon a Forest (an old kid's movie), along with his brother's name, Eyebright.

Approx. Age: Around 8 months or so. About 17~18 in human terms.

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Alignment: Lawful/Neutral Neutral

Physique: A good-sized buck. Young and fit.

Personality: Egotistical to the nth degree, his mother is obsessed with the idea and definition of beauty. His perfectly two-toned coat has been a source of pride for his mother. Which in turn has caused Lungwort to be overly prideful for something that doesn't have much merit.

Background:
Born to a young doe and a love-stuck buck; Liana might not have known much about raising kits, but she showered her two with endless praise and affection, and perhaps a bit of smothering. Doted on, he'll be in for a rude awakening when it dawns on him that he's rather useless.

Parents: Liana x Thyme

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