<div class="floatright"><div class="reverse">(http://s6.postimg.org/i71vdmgxt/Bunny_Boi3.png)</div></div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Bunni of the Deep Wood* (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=764692)</span></span></strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Race:</strong>Bunny of the Deep Wood (Slightly modified Goliath)<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Trappy trap;<strong>Alignment:</strong>True Neutral<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5' 6"<strong>Weight:</strong>124 lbs<br/><strong>Age:</strong>18<br/><strong>Defining Features:</strong>Chocolate skin, White hair. Long floppy rabbit ears and poofy rabbit tail. Pouty lips. Curvy hips and thighs.<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Monk 1<br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Common, Bunny Cant, Elvish<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Background (Hermit):</strong>Bunni grew up in the remote hidden Monastery of the Deep Wood. Few know of it due to its seclusion, but those who do warn prospective visitors to be wary of what they seek there, for few who do ever return. The Monastery is inhabited by a unique tribe of lagomorphic fae who have no particular name for themselves. They spend their days in their secluded domain gathering food, sewing clothes, and contemplating the mysteries of life. Of particular note however, is the method of their contemplation...<br/><br/>It's fucking. That's how they contemplate. Just non-stop fucking. Though they are capable of speech just like any other fae, the bunnies usually communicate in a unique language made up of coo's, moans, and contextual gropes and gestures. At a basic level, it's not much good for anything besides talking about basic needs and sex, but the Bunnies claim to engage in deep philosophical discussions regularly. As of yet, no one has dedicated the time to verify the truth of their claims. To an outsider, such discussions just look like fucking.<br/><br/>Bunni himself was a bit of an odd duck. Though he enjoyed the usual past times as much as any other Deep Wood'er, he still felt like something was missing. More than any other, he ranged far and wide around the Monastery, exploring areas not seen for generations. His wanderlust didn't go unnoticed by the elders, and a meeting (orgy) was called to discuss what to do about it. At the end of a long and messy debate, it was decided that they would make use of the scholastic voucher that they had been granted by the Summer Court 17 generations past to send Bunni to the academy. Though leaving home was a bit of a shock, the outside world has had as much if not more difficulty adapting to him than he to it.<br/><br/>*This is not actually his real name. His real name is in Bunny Cant, and is something approximating a cross between a coo and a happy squeal. In formal address it would be accompanied by running two fingers along the top of the penis or clitoral hood from the base to the tip then using those fingers to blow a kiss. However, it is customary when talking to outsiders for the Bunnies to simply refer to themselves as 'Bunny of the Deep Wood'. He added the 'i' on the end because he thought it was cute, and he's a rebel. (for a bunny)<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>In a single word: Turboslut. Though he has a thirst for adventure and exploration far in excess of his kin, his natural inclinations still place his libido far in excess of what anyone might consider 'normal'. He is friendly and happy, to the point that he has genuine difficulty understanding outright cruelty or malice. That's not to say he is a pacifist of course. Though sex is certainly the best, Bunni has learned to enjoy any sort of physical activity.