I created this personality for Roserains contest and I would very much like to make her real. Quest time! (Just doing this to keep myself motivated and keep track of progress)
Funds: One watermeat, and I've got a slot!
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Colorist wanted: Any
Owner: Annchen
Rabbit name: Roseroot
Gender: Doe
Starting stage: Adult
Base color(s): Colours based on roseroot roots. Google imagesearch of the plant she's named after for some more inspiration.
Marking color(s): Up to colourist
Marking style: Soft gradients.
Eye color: Coloursits choice
Edits, if any: Expression edit to match her anxious personality.
Anything else? I would like you to colour her based on the personality I wrote for her, with inspiration from the plant itself. I trust the colourists to be better at this than I am so I'll give LOTS of artistic freedom. The only thing I'd like to request is a white or off white underside of her tail.
Cert type: Will decide once I see her.
Price:
Owner: Annchen
Rabbit name: Roseroot
Gender: Doe
Starting stage: Adult
Base color(s): Colours based on roseroot roots. Google imagesearch of the plant she's named after for some more inspiration.
Marking color(s): Up to colourist
Marking style: Soft gradients.
Eye color: Coloursits choice
Edits, if any: Expression edit to match her anxious personality.
Anything else? I would like you to colour her based on the personality I wrote for her, with inspiration from the plant itself. I trust the colourists to be better at this than I am so I'll give LOTS of artistic freedom. The only thing I'd like to request is a white or off white underside of her tail.
Cert type: Will decide once I see her.
Price:
Prompt
Doe's Name: Roseroot
Brief Description (bio, personality): As a kitten Roseroot was anxious and easy to frighten, and she earned the unflattering nickname "Tharn" from some of her more cruel playmates. She had a litter shortly after becoming an adult, but her kittens are outskirters now and are able to take care of themselves. The buck who fathered her litter wasn't more than a passing interest and she raised her kittens herself.
As an adult she's still prone to worrying and fidgeting, but going tharn is not as much of a problem anymore. However, she can still work herself up enough to freeze completely given the right (or wrong) circumstances. But she is working with her issues and wins most of her battles with anxiety.
Prompt Response:
Roseroot awoke with a start, alone in her burrow. Everything was quiet, too quiet, and for a few horrific heartbeats she thought she was alone in the world. None of the faint rabbit sounds that could always be heard in a warren reached her ears and she ran around in a narrow circle chattering her teeth in distress. Being alone was no way for a rabbit to be, and it drove her up the wall, but fear was what had driven Roseroot to this state and the evil she was hiding from was worse than loneliness.
She was alone because she had chosen to be. When the diseased hlessil arrived she had been frantic with worry that the silent killer that had obliterated their warren would claim Watership Down too. Only the constant reassuring (and mild threats to keep calm) from the owsla kept her anxiety under control. But when Bracken called off the quarantine and the remaining hlessil were allowed to live with them, nothing could contain her worry. The threat was still there, and the Chief was allowing it to enter their home!
It broke her heart, but Roseroot had decided to take her kittens and leave the danger behind. Not far, mind, just far enough to feel safe again, and that was why she now woke up in a shallow burrow near the edges of the warren. It had been abandoned in the past and was not connected to the rest of the warren, but it had served to soothe Roseroots fear of the disease. Her outskirters had humoured their mom for nearly two days, but had returned to the warren now. They had a hard enough time to prove themselves and fit in without a scared mother who insisted on living in a burrow even further out than the crappy ones outskirters normally had to be content with.
So here she was, alone. Roseroot cautiously exited the short run up to the surface and sat on her hind legs for a while, listening and testing the scents in the air. She wasn’t completely alone. The warren was over there, and she could hear signs of life. She had stayed here hrair days and the warren still remained alive and disease free. Perhaps she would dare to go back there today. Or tomorrow. Maybe if someone came and asked her to go back. Maybe.
Notes: This didn't go where I thought it would... She might sound like a complete nutcase in the prompt... but she's really not sweatdrop I wanted to explore her at her worst, when her anxiety really gets the best of her. She is able to function normally in everyday life, and it's only unusual happenings that can get her off balance like this. Still, I wanted something to struggle with for this character, something for her to overcome. One of my pet peeves is "crazy for no reason" but I wanted to try mental problems with real consequences, not just for laughs and comical effect. I just hope I can make her justice.
I imagine she might be manipulated to turn against the chief in the upcoming plot, especially if young rabbits die... And her exile in this prompt can't have lasted more than a week. I dunno, maybe one of her kittens or a friend came to take her home.
Brief Description (bio, personality): As a kitten Roseroot was anxious and easy to frighten, and she earned the unflattering nickname "Tharn" from some of her more cruel playmates. She had a litter shortly after becoming an adult, but her kittens are outskirters now and are able to take care of themselves. The buck who fathered her litter wasn't more than a passing interest and she raised her kittens herself.
As an adult she's still prone to worrying and fidgeting, but going tharn is not as much of a problem anymore. However, she can still work herself up enough to freeze completely given the right (or wrong) circumstances. But she is working with her issues and wins most of her battles with anxiety.
Prompt Response:
Roseroot awoke with a start, alone in her burrow. Everything was quiet, too quiet, and for a few horrific heartbeats she thought she was alone in the world. None of the faint rabbit sounds that could always be heard in a warren reached her ears and she ran around in a narrow circle chattering her teeth in distress. Being alone was no way for a rabbit to be, and it drove her up the wall, but fear was what had driven Roseroot to this state and the evil she was hiding from was worse than loneliness.
She was alone because she had chosen to be. When the diseased hlessil arrived she had been frantic with worry that the silent killer that had obliterated their warren would claim Watership Down too. Only the constant reassuring (and mild threats to keep calm) from the owsla kept her anxiety under control. But when Bracken called off the quarantine and the remaining hlessil were allowed to live with them, nothing could contain her worry. The threat was still there, and the Chief was allowing it to enter their home!
It broke her heart, but Roseroot had decided to take her kittens and leave the danger behind. Not far, mind, just far enough to feel safe again, and that was why she now woke up in a shallow burrow near the edges of the warren. It had been abandoned in the past and was not connected to the rest of the warren, but it had served to soothe Roseroots fear of the disease. Her outskirters had humoured their mom for nearly two days, but had returned to the warren now. They had a hard enough time to prove themselves and fit in without a scared mother who insisted on living in a burrow even further out than the crappy ones outskirters normally had to be content with.
So here she was, alone. Roseroot cautiously exited the short run up to the surface and sat on her hind legs for a while, listening and testing the scents in the air. She wasn’t completely alone. The warren was over there, and she could hear signs of life. She had stayed here hrair days and the warren still remained alive and disease free. Perhaps she would dare to go back there today. Or tomorrow. Maybe if someone came and asked her to go back. Maybe.
Notes: This didn't go where I thought it would... She might sound like a complete nutcase in the prompt... but she's really not sweatdrop I wanted to explore her at her worst, when her anxiety really gets the best of her. She is able to function normally in everyday life, and it's only unusual happenings that can get her off balance like this. Still, I wanted something to struggle with for this character, something for her to overcome. One of my pet peeves is "crazy for no reason" but I wanted to try mental problems with real consequences, not just for laughs and comical effect. I just hope I can make her justice.
I imagine she might be manipulated to turn against the chief in the upcoming plot, especially if young rabbits die... And her exile in this prompt can't have lasted more than a week. I dunno, maybe one of her kittens or a friend came to take her home.
