"I could take this moment and say something insightful and thought provoking. I could, but that would be
fucking stupid. You have a path in front of you, travel it. You don't need me to hold your hand."
The Silent Comedy |: Bartholomew :|
The Heavy |: What Makes a Good Man? :|
|:A g e:| 23
|:G e n d e r:| Male
|:R a c e:| Human
|:F a c exC l a i m:| Shizuo Heiwajima; Durarara!!
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Flaxen locks grace Rabbit's crown, and are given free reign of it's domain. It's a shaggy mat of gold, but it's also corralled just enough so that he can actually see between the thick strands without having to constantly push hair out of his eyes. It falls down around his ears but tapers off at the nape of his neck in the back and just below his brows in the front. Much like the rest of his appearance, Rabbit takes some pride in his hair, but not enough to get it styled a specific way. He allows it to just naturally take over his scalp and as long as it doesn't interfere with his duties.
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A pair of hazel rings occupy the irises of his eyes. Shape-wise, they're slightly more on the narrow side. This leads him into a habit where he seems to squint at things that he's trying to focus on. They're also constantly on the move, shifting to and fro and devouring the visual information all around him, though they also have the ability to still and stare when he's annoyed, which is often enough, to be honest. Thin blonde hued brows sit atop the sockets with a slight slant, and it doesn't take much shifting from their neutral position for them to furrow.
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6'1" -- Rabbit is not the tiny creature of his namesake. He's got some lank to his body with swinging limbs and long steps. He's not overly tall, but taller by a hair than what can be considered average; and he makes use of every inch with a locked spine.
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165 lbs
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If a word had to be used to describe Rabbit's form, it'd be closer to lean than anything else. He is a thin creature however, like a jackrabbit. There's very little body fat to be found on his frame and what little muscle he does have can be found in his legs with whatever is left over in his arms. He possesses more of a runner's physique than anything, but he's still thin, and that thinness leads to a certain lanky quality in conjunction with his height.
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Rabbit's face is particularly bereft of an any scarring or, heaven forbid, tattoos. That's not to say he's completely without his share, it's just that they're not immediately noticeable. They hide just beneath his clothing. The right side of his torso possesses the largest amount of scar tissue. Discolored skin and deep gashes still remain near his ribs and shoulders, but a few years since the incident that led to them has lightened them considerable. Deep scratches continue until tapering off at his upper arm, with only a few more remaining on his forearm. On to something a little less grisly, a tattoo rests on the opposite arm, a chain wrapping around his bicep, and a compass sitting above that.
His interests? He's never really sat down and thought about it much, honestly. Hailing from a lower middle class family, there really weren't many attempts to arrange him with a woman, but there's still pressure to settle down and find a nice girl. Eventually he tells those people. It's strange, but he's a bit of a romantic in this regard. He'd rather not chain himself to someone and then proceed to hate each other for the rest of their lives. Whoever he chooses, bless her heart, she'd have to be able to deal with his attitude, and more importantly, make him feel.
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--» Driver || While cars are still a thing in this day and age, they are uncommon, and the gasoline to run them even more so. In order to deliver packages across the city in a timely fashion, he needed to be trained by the IPS in order to be able to operate the electric motorcycle-like vehicles that the organization's couriers use. Even as rare as finding someone able to drive the vehicles is, Rabbit's a rather... Aggressive driver, and tends to push the low-horsepower motor for all it's worth. He's had pay docked several times because of it.
--» Path finding || Even before he was a courier, Rabbit had the general layout of the city ingrained in his skull. His time as a courier only served to hone his internal map. He has knowledge of various side passages and alleyways that can cut the time spent traveling from point A to point B considerably. Still, the city is huge, and he hasn't memorized all of the nooks and crannies thereof. He's unafraid to take them if he believes it'll shave a couple of seconds off of his delivery. He's never truly lost, so long as he can make it to a street he can recognize, and he can recognize a lot.
--» Professionalism || Rabbit might have a bit of a mouth on him, and an attitude to boot, but all that vanishes when he's on a job. He's able to put aside all of that in order to see that the job at hand gets done, and that it gets done right. Outwardly, it's best evidenced in his dress, a neat and tidy suit vest with a bow tie, and while he might not smile all the time, he will be polite and courteous to the clients. Though when off the job or not among clients, all bets are off.
--» Athletic || Like his namesake would imply, Rabbit's got a runner's physique, and it's not for show. Granted, he's not about to tuck and roll off of some building parkour-style, but he can run like a track star. Some deliveries don't require use of the courier's vehicle, and when those pop up it's up to him and his two feet to get him where he needs to go. He's quick when he needs to be, and possess enough stamina when he doesn't to run quite a distance.
--» Sharp || Let it be known that Rabbit is not a dumb man. He's also not the most intelligent individual you'll ever meet, but what he does have is a quick mind. The best way to equate it is as possessing street-smarts. He's got a share of common sense and isn't afraid to call out violations to it. He knows there are some things one shouldn't do, some buttons one shouldn't press, and a general feel on how far to push something before it starts to push back.
|: Q u i r k s :|
--» Stylish || As if his dress didn't explain it enough, Rabbit's a stylish man with a preference for flash. When on the job, he wears an immaculately ironed suit vest and bow tie, a nice belt, and a decent pair of pants. A pair of sunglasses always tends to compliment his look. He has a love of flourishes and if given the option between the boring but practical or the cool but less practical way, he'll always choose the cool way.
--» Mouthy || Rabbit's mouth can run faster than his legs. Swears have an alarming way of slipping out of his mouth, and he never seems to be ashamed of what else will fall out of his mouth. He can be acerbic, bitingly sarcastic, or just a general smart ass if he believes it's deserving. If not, then you can still expect some swearing and dry sarcasm, though not as cutting, fortunately. If his ire is roused enough he can even get... creative with his insults.
--» Vice & Virtue || He is an odd man in this regard. Though you'd never guess it by looking at him and listening to him talk, but Rabbit is a religious man. He attends the conventions on every friday, and tries to live a virtuous if not exactly wholesome life. While he would help anyone who'd ask him, he likes his vices as well. He smokes like a chimney, and it's never rare to see a cigarette poking out of his mouth. He's also fond of drinking, though he's not what one would consider an alcoholic. It's a strange schism, but he does try to be a good person-- even if he's a dick while doing it.
Decent; Characterized by conformity to the recognized standards of propriety or morality.
Rabbit. When you think of the word, images of an adorable, fluffy, and cuddly creature that just wants to be hugged comes to mind. Make no mistake, Rabbit is none of these things. In reality, this Rabbit is a hard man with a low tolerance for foolishness. His neutral expression seems to be set at forever serious, but cognizant enough to slip out of it and deliver a sharp barb. He's guarded with his softer emotions, but open with the harder ones. He's unafraid to display his anger, disgust, or surprise, and these expressions are usually followed by a dry quip or a simple statement on the matter.
Even with all that in mind, he's not a difficult man to tolerate, so long as you have a decent head on your shoulders. He won't tear anyone down without probable cause, and he has a healthy amount of respect for those he feels that deserve it. He's a divisive type due to it, really. Those that haven't given him a reason to dislike them can actually find him to be an amicable-- if foulmouthed-- sort with a quick, dry wit, and no-nonsense stance. Those that he doesn't will know it, and will probably return the feeling.
Rabbit doesn't try to sugarcoat his words, lest they be eaten. He won't attempt to shift any particular point of his personality to suit another, and in the end, he's not going to try to be anyone else but Rabbit. He's also the owner of a rather foul mouth, and will pepper swears into his vocabulary seemingly at random. Even so, he's just a person and people can not be defined by any hard lines. He could be softer to one individual, harder with another, reign in his mouth with this one, increase the intensity with that one, it all depends on the individual and his mood.
There is one thing that's uniform, and that's Rabbit's professionalism. Whatever he might say, whatever his mood might at any particular moment, Rabbit can be an utmost professional. He can strip away the unnecessary swearing, white wash his acerbic wording, and become an evenly polite and courteous individual. Though it's still a far cry from a smile, it's rather alarming for one who's known Rabbit to suddenly meet the professional. Instead of curses, phrases like no ma'am, yes sir, please, and thank you replace their usage.
In the end and beneath the rough exterior, Rabbit truly is a salt-of-the-earth type of guy. He honestly tries to be a good person, and though his words would imply otherwise, he'd try to help anyone who'd need it, even if he doesn't like them. If anyone needed anything, Rabbit can be a viable source of support, though one must temper their expectations. Expect a healthy dose of griping along with any help he's to give. Another thing that's not totally evident upon first glance, but Rabbit is religious, and attends the convention the Church of the Many-One holds every Friday that he can. It provides a stark contrast with his vices, as he smokes and drinks on occasion, but those things never stopped him from trying to be a virtuous person.
Evelyn Andrews; Mother; Alive; Bartender
Geoffrey Andrews; Father; Alive; Construction Worker
|:H i s t o r y:|
How does one come about the nickname of Rabbit when their attitude is the antithesis of the cute fuzzy creature? Simply really, Rabbit was a tiny baby when he was born, a couple of weeks premature. What weren't tiny however, were his ears. They were huge things, and when he crawled around on the floor, he looked like a scampering rabbit. What began as the cute pet name of Bunny Rabbit soon was shortened to Rabbit, where it stuck. Nowadays he tries to play it off as being as quick as a Rabbit when on deliveries, but he can't hide the truth from himself or his parents.
Rabbit's young life was about as ordinary as it can get in the post-post-apocalypse. He was raised in a lower middle class home in Outer London, his father a blue collar construction worker who kept the city in shape and his mother a dayshift bartender. He gets his mouth from his parents, who weren't afraid to drop some swears in front of their child, and on occasion at each other. It wasn't a broken home by any means, just a pair of hot-headed personalities living under the same roof. Rabbit did well enough in school, though sent home often enough because of his language. After a few too many punishments by his parents, Rabbit began to cultivate the professional aspect of his personality in order to save the hide on his ass.
He was also something of a street-rat. Jokes have been made about Rabbit spending his young life in London's warrens, but they were always scoffed and swore at regularly. Still, it's not too far off the mark. His parents spent the day time hours working which left young Rabbit wandering London's streets. It's where he managed to learn the city's streets and alleyways so that he always knew the fastest route home. One does not want to be caught outdoors when the sun sets, after all. It did have the unintended effect of shaping London's map in his grey matter, something that would come in handy when he applied to be a courier for the IPS.
It was either that or following in his parents footsteps and becoming a bartender or a construction worker. Work for the International Postal Service suited him better, so he applied not really thinking he'd get the job. He still doesn't really know why he got it, as the IPS are notoriously picky about their candidates, but he must have impressed someone important to land it. Through some combination of his knowledge of London's layout and business demeanor, though he never really asked. It's best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Soon he learned the tools of the trade, and after a few years managed to obtain the license to operate their vehicles. Sure, it's still only an electric, low horsepower motorcycle-moped thing, but it beats hoofing it.
It was only a few years ago an incident happened that almost claimed his life and left lasting scars on his body. He was heading home during the twilight hours after misjudging the time it would take to deliver the last package. He was gunning the little motor for all it's worth to make it home before darkness completely fell, but he never quite made it. It all happened so fast, he'd not completely sure what happened. One moment he was on the motorcycle, and the next he was on the ground bleeding heavily, a dead vampire not too far away. From what he was told of the incident by the Mismarians who'd saved him, he was blindsided by the Vampire they'd been tracking, taking him to the ground from the vehicle and rending his right side pretty bad.
Accidental bait was the word he believed they used, the noise of the vehicle clattering and his frantic yelling alerting the Hunters before it sucked him dry. Had he been a little further away or the Hunter's been elsewhere, there would be no more Rabbit, just a wrecked motorcycle left in his wake. Lucky doesn't even begin to describe how fortunate he is to only have scars. The Mismarians got him off the streets and tended to his wounds well enough until they could safely make it to a hospital. The months spent healing afterward wasn't one of the most pleasant experiences, taking a long time just to get back on his feet without collapsing into a wheezing wreck. Still, it beats the alternative.
Despite the incident, Rabbit's still a courier with the IPS, though he's much better about his scheduling now, and never delivers a package if it means he's out anywhere near twilight. He only needs to learn that lesson once.
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Despite initial beliefs in Rabbit's character, he's the loyal type. He doesn't pretend that Mismarians didn't save his life, and he's immensely grateful to them for making sure his dumb ass is still alive, even if it was pure happenstance and luck. Maybe it's due to some sort of debt he feels he owes them, or maybe it's the belief that the Many-One has a purpose for him, but if given the opportunity, he would join their ranks in a heartbeat for a chance to save some one else from he same fate he almost experienced.