I HAVE SO MANY QUESTS IN MY HEAD. But I'll be good and focus on one at the moment.
Name: Kendall WeedwrightSpecies: Lop rabbit
Tribe: Undecided D:
Gender: Male
Coat Color/Patterns: Dark, charcoal coat with a light underbelly creeping up to his facial features. His fur is long on top or his head especially, but shaggy all over, and pronounced whiskers bent and contorted out of shape give him an especially ragged look.
Eye Color: Amber brown
Edits: A long, brown coat with haphazard buttons of different sizes and styles sewn on. On the inside there are several pockets stuffed with various, useless objects that may or may not be shown depending on how tightly his coat is wrapped around him. Ear edits to make on ear hang down and the other one missing with a jagged tuft in it's place. Fur edits in some places to make him especially shaggy and edits to his tail like it's half gone, as well as pronounced buck teeth.
Reference Images: See right ->
Personality: Kendall is a paranoid creature, though the source of the paranoia is different every time he tells the story, so you can pick your favorite version. He has a very obvious nervous tick and will occasionally flail about shrieking and screaming in a tantrum when agitated. He jitters, even when in a normal, neutral mood and can be amused or excited over just about any, little, happy thing. He's a hoarder of all things he can drag around, but his favorites are buttons. He also has an affinity for metal chains and other shiny things. He keeps his favorites tucked in his coat and the rest in a burrow under a large stone that could collapse at any minute if his tunnel goes much deeper or wider, but, obviously not in his right mind, anyone who tells him so will be chased off with tooth and claw out of fear they're trying to confuse him and get to his babies. The majority of his collection is useless to everyone but himself, but he'll defend it to the death.
So long as you don't make any move he can even imagine is a ploy to rob him, Kendall will be more than happy to make friends. Stalkery, stalkery friendship. He will be all over you (and your personal life) with hugs and pettings and randomly dropping in for tea and cookies. Kendall likes friends. And their cookies.
He's a rambling story teller and if someone asks the right question, good luck shutting him up. His favorite stories are ones of his past, but whether or not there's any truth to these is unlikely. Unless you're willing to believe he's from a long lost line of royal bunnies and was exiled from his kingdom of glittery refuse by his brother and his conniving temptress of a mate with whom Kendall enjoyed a pleasant affair with before his pilgrimage down route 65 and to his current settlement under a rock.
