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Haunt - Bitter Ghost
Name: Haunt Verb
to visit habitually or appear to frequently as a spirit or ghost: to haunt a house; to haunt a person.
to recur persistently to the consciousness of; remain with.
to visit frequently; go to often.
to frequent the company of; be often with.
to disturb or distress; cause to have anxiety; trouble; worry.
Noun
Often, haunts. a place frequently visited.
Chiefly Midland and Southern U.S. and North England . a ghost.
Gender: Male
Family: Mate - Resulting Offspring Dead...
Personality: Haunt might seem grumpy and bitter and snarky... and well... he
is. But that's not all he is. For all he might seem harsh he won't turn a blind eye to anyone in need, especially if his peculiar apothecary talents can help. He may have been hardened by the world on the outside but on the inside he's a big softy... he just... wouldn't necessarily want everyone to know that. Every once in a while one might catch him in a philosophical mood, and he can make for quite an entertaining conversation partner for the more intellectually minded. It's not unheard of for someone to pin him down for tales of his (unfortunately) adventurous life as a Hlessi healer. All in all if you can put up with his gruff attitude he can be a caring friend and a good teacher... but he is definitely rough around the edges and hard to deal with on a regular basis.
Further Details: He was a very young buck when his first warren was destroyed, the burrows and boltholes somehow poisoned while he was out searching for something special to bring home to his new mate. The vast majority of them died almost immediately, but some managed to crawl out or weren't in the most immediately saturated areas and lived a bit longer. It was his mate's brother he stumbled across first, wheezing and gasping for breath... and was informed that she was dead, and that the warren was poison and not safe to go back to. He gathered as many of those still living as he could, but he knew not how to help them, and one by one they died painful deaths. He was never able to account for all of the warren members, but it was obvious by the time the last of the deaths that if anyone else was left they'd abandoned the area almost immediately. Forced into the life of a Hlessi, and with a horrible guilt weighing in his heart that he was not only unable to comfort his mate in her last moments, but also unable to save her brother or any of the others that made it out, he became obsessed with learning everything he possibly could about herbs and healing. He would be prepared the next time, if there was any way to be. Squirrels, mice, even a few elil who found their curiosity about this strange rabbit outweighed their hunger, and any other rabbits he could find that were willing to talk and had anything to teach about the ways of the apothecary, he sought them out to learn. Eventually he found himself knowing most of, and often more, than those he spoke to about the subject, and resigned himself to being the most knowledgeable in the area... which led him to other areas. He is convinced there is always more to learn. He also seeks a home... a warren that will take him in for his skills, if not his shining personality. But neither quest has been fulfilled as yet...
Haunt gave up his original name in favor of the one he carries now, finding it fitting for two reasons; he feels that he is not but a ghost of a rabbit himself now, feeling old and tired and worn in spite of still being in his prime, if leaning toward middle age. He's also haunted by phantoms of his old warren, seeing them but never hearing them. Some times it's worse than others, and sometimes he's not entirely sure if he's talking to a real rabbit or a fake one his mind conjured up due the trauma he never quite got over. It's possible he might actually be seeing them, but no one else ever has an inkling, and due to the nature of what happened... he's fairly certain he's actually gone just a bit mad from guilt and loneliness.
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