Vaorah
Anmewrie
Profile
ALSO KNOWN AS | Vao |
AGE | 5 moons |
PRONOUNS | He/Him/His |
WARREN | Bogweed |
RANK | Kit |
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Edits by AnonSpice
Design by PakkasenPurema ❤
War for the Warrenis a Watership Down inspired roleplay group hosted on discord and deviantart.
Positive
-Aspiring
-Amiable
-Courteous
Neutral
-Empathetic
-Perfectionist
-Tolerant
Negative
-Anxious
-Rather graceless
-Naïve
Strengths
-Large and solidly built with strength to boot (relative to age)
-Hard working. He might not get something the first or second time, but he'll obsess over it until he does
-Has a great poker face in that he just always looks kinda worried regardless of what he's actually feeling
Weaknesses
-Intermittent troubles with processing other's speech, while his own can often be a little disorganized
-His quest for perfection often slows the overall pace at which he can pick things up
-Quick to pick up on criticism, but slow to pick up much else socially
Birthday
3/4/20 (5 moons old as of 3/6/20)
Sexuality
He's literally like 5 seconds old, check back later
Gender
Male
Sex
AMAB
Mentor
Soon
Private
None
Appearance
Vaorah is a large, solidly built rabbit with thick fur further contributing to his stature. Despite his size, the buck really rather fails to look remotely intimidating due to his thick brows almost always settling into a look of worry. His pelt is grey, growing paler on his underparts and neck with a dark streak along his back. The fur on his neck and cheeks is long and thick, forming an almost impenetrable mane.
Roleplay example
The cold woke Vaorah. No, not quite the cold, he wasn't uncomfortable or shivering, it was more the lack of comforting warmth. His nose twitched and his dull green eyes cracked open. Where are my siblings? Their familiar weight and warmth was gone from his side, that was it.
Panic fluttered in his chest and he sprang to his feet, whipping around to take in the nursery, though his eyes were still bleary from sleep. Was he late for training? Was he supposed to become a private today? How far away was that? Why had no one woken him? Was waking up on time part of the training? Had he already failed? No, no wasn't that only when you were six moons old? He was pretty sure that was it, but what if he'd heard wrong? I'm not ready! I still have so much to work on with my wrestling! It can't be today!
He steadied his feet under him and blinked frantically, bringing his vision into focus so he could make out the first blurred shape of a kit that had caught his eye, "Tee?"
Kit (0-present)
Born a big, healthy kit to the second litter of Sergeant Downpour and Captain Nightshade, Vaorah already seems keenly aware of the eyes and expectations placed on him. Vaorah already dreads scrutiny on his abilities, from his parents or otherwise. Vaorah already throws himself at any task he's given with relentless determination to get it right despite being rather prone to initial failure. So far, he's proven that though he might have some trouble understanding words sometimes, he's rather overly preoccupied with the feelings of others. At this age, Vaorah knows nothing much outside of his immediate family. He knows his sister Thanlèao's dedication to them, and he supposes that's what he's supposed to do too. He certainly knows that right now, above all else, he doesn't want to disappoint them or his warren.
FAMILY:
Downpour | Father; loves |
Nightshade | Mother; loves |
Wintergreen | Older brother; neutral |
Ragwort | Older brother; neutral |
Grizz | DECEASED Older brother; never met |
Bayberry | Older sister; never met, disowned by parents |
Coltsfoot | Older brother; never met, stolen by Lan-Hraeth |
Thanlèao | Sister; loves |
Gyrfalcon | Brother; loves |
Corva | ??? |
Likes
- Praise
- Finally succeding at something
Dislikes
- Dissapointing his family
Trivia
- Refers to people with single sylable nicknames if possible, as he often stumbles over names