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"I like Carambola..."
▌ P R O F I L E
Name: Vischa
Age: 19
Birthday: August 28
Breed: Holland Lop
Height: 5’7” ft (approx. 170 cm)
Weight: 147 lbs (approx. 66 kg)
Profession: Ripper / Medic
Rank: F-Ranked Refugee
Card of Choice: Five of Diamonds
Weapons:
- Automatic Serrated Switchblade (primary)
- A custom made blade he commissioned one of his group mates to flesh out for him for a typical errand they were too afraid to run by themselves. The switchblade, being a total of 7 inches, with the blade being made of a high carbon stainless steel with a half serrated side, is a relatively easy weapon for Vischa to use. The patterned rubber grip allows for better control, which is also thick enough for an extra blade to be hidden inside, as well as a circular cord that can be extended from the end so it can wrap it around one’s wrist during use so the user isn’t disarmed. When not in use, it can be folded and easily stored in one’s pocket or anywhere for quick access.
Items:
· Tourniquet/ Small Medical Kit
For those accidents away from home
· Candy
Unconsciously, he grits his teeth a lot, whether he's angry or not; a bad habit indeed. The candy is mostly the cheap kind that runs out of flavor quickly.
▌P E R S O N A L I T Y
| Docile | Observant | Blunt | Sarcastic & Silver Tongued | Decisive | Calm | Ruthless | Cold | Tsundere |
Even though Vischa grew up with a few hardships, he didn’t come out completely scarred by his experiences. He knew some love and some acceptance; it wasn’t as if he was completely starved of it, but it isn’t as if he’s not skeptical in trusting others so easily either. Vischa can blow off others advances and completely ignore them when warranted. But he has the ability to care for those who are important to him, even though there are few individuals who fit that quota; he has a hard time showing that he cares, and will more than likely do awkward gestures of platonic affection towards said person, even though that event would be a highly rare occurrence. He never had a mind to talk too much, but that doesn’t save him from being rather tactless when someone asks his opinion, and doesn’t understand when someone gets offended when they told him to be truthful. More often than not though, he keeps to himself, observing his surrounding and those around him, being able to notice if something is wrong with someone, be it his business or not. He has no problem following directions from anyone in general. He’s a quick thinker, therefore needs little time to come up with strategies and ideas, which can be very beneficial when on missions, avoiding compromise. He has no remorse when it comes to hunting those from the opposing side down, not losing sight of his original reason for joining.
A Few Likes and Dislikes:
♥ Food
♥ Medical books with anatomy diagrams
♥ Psych studies
♥ It's a little fun being a tease sometimes
✗ Picky People
✗ Those who complain a lot
✗ Humid weather
✗ The arrogance and pride humans feel they’re entitled to
▌ B I O G R A P H Y
Summary: Tl;dr : Through a time line of tragic events, Vischa lived and learned through what is was like to be a normal human, then being lowered to the outcasts of society. From being loved to being completely abandoned. From having people have his back, then only to be betrayed. From being alone, to now seemingly having a glimpse of hope in his life.
History: Growing up in a motherless home, Vischa lived a relatively "normal" life with his father, his mother having died giving birth to the son she was sure she would love. Though, his father made sure that pursuit of her life would live on, giving Vischa all the love he could dish out, even though their life was quite simple. It was a relatively quaint and happy single-parent home, up until Vischa turned 7. Vischa began to display odd behaviors that his father, who sheltered him most of the time, couldn’t help but notice. Less than human ears started to develop from the tuffs of hair on his head. It was a nightmare. His first instinct was to try to hide them. It was natural. After growing up thinking he was human, what else was he to do. The boy had seen his father treat rabbits like they were less than dirt, assaulting them, cursing them through the grit of his teeth with such hatred, and now he was almost certain that he would be subjugated to the same treatment.
The ancestors of Vischa’s mother had been associated with those of rabbit kind, though the gene was recessive in her (along with other females in her family), the gene was passed on to Vischa, and unfortunately, the gene became dominate in him. It was stressful for the boy. Vischa’s father soon confronted him about the strange behavior out of concern, telling him that if something was bothering him, he could always talk about it. Vischa said nothing, which resulted in his father going into an overprotective parental rage, and one misstep caused the boy’s ears to be revealed. He couldn’t keep hiding them anyway, with them constantly growing, it would have been impossible for a child to keep such a thing a secret any longer.
His only guardian figure began to distance himself, leaving Vischa to constantly try to appease him; to make him happy and to constantly apologize for things which weren’t his fault. Though, the man’s tolerance for the boy only lowered; growing irritation spurred verbal abuse. He flat out blamed his wife’s death on Vischa, but then called her a conniving harlot for cheating on him with someone who obviously had to be a bunny, knowing nothing of her lineage and that she was the reason Vischa turned out as such. After those outbursts, Vischa was rarely paid any attention to, school seemingly being the only time he would have any, and it wasn’t necessarily the good kind of attention either. No matter how much he tried to hide his troubles at home, there would always be those who spread rumors, or those who had nothing else productive to do. It seemed little kids could be the most ruthless of all, not having a developed sense of tact.
His father seemingly wanted Vischa to have nothing to do with being content, preventing him from going to school some days, locking him away, sometimes not even bothering to feed him, taking his time to fuel his addictions and guilty pleasures rather than taking care of his son. All in the same, he lost the ability to accurately process and understand his own emotions, but became better at reading others, seeing as he wouldn’t want to get on his father’s bad side.
Though, his father would more than often down play what he actually wanted to do to Vischa, being that the boy seemed to have a close relationship with one of the teachers at his school. She felt bad for the child. At least she seemed to. She would treat him kindly, as if he were her own child. He assumed that was what having a mother must have felt like. It was nice, for a while at least.
He was soon left parentless altogether. His father ended up taking his own life, having hung himself, leaving his body to be found by the then 11 year old Vischa. It was selfish. All because people had gotten word that he was fathering a rabbit. He cared too much of his reputation. There was an impending sense of loneliness- of being afraid. Vischa turned to the only person he felt he could trust. His beloved teacher. But she was no longer the person he thought her to be. He thought she could be his saving grace, but it didn’t work out as planned. She hadn’t really cared for the boy. It was all out of pity, all out of the sake of keeping her job. She, instead of treating him as she did when he was a child in a struggling home, started treating him as a slave, using him for his services, for his time and being to make a profit off of him, passing him around for different things. He put up with it. She put him through some schooling. It was a place to stay, food was provided. He learned the meaning of using people and being used through all of those hardships. But, eventually, when he grew old enough, he left that place; she could no longer keep him against his will. He was growing too strong for that.
Vischa, taking to the streets, went from place to place, learning a few things here and there, associating himself with those who knew the city and the ins and outs of the land, but it was never enough for him to survive on his own, and with the threat of POSRA always present due to what they would have deemed suspicious activity, he knew being a loner wouldn’t keep him long. Nice people were few and in between and even though he was skeptical in trusting anyone, he would more often than not join groups of rebels and gangs, getting all he could from them. He learned how to fend for himself, which had already started when he was under the care of his former teacher, and without proper medical personnel in most situations, he had to deal with things of that nature on his own. It was beneficial, and in the same, troublesome.
Things seemed to grow more and more touchy around Pearson, POSRA’s presence becoming more prominent in places the rabbits believed to be safe. It put everyone on edge. Everyone was a bit more careful during daily activities, but in the end, Vischa was one of those who couldn’t escape it, ultimately getting cornered by POSRA, and the current group he called himself a part of, fled, leaving him behind. It wasn’t a rare thing for groups to save their own ass, but neither was it expected in this situation. At this point Vischa refused to go down without a "fight", standing his ground the best he could; being able to handle only two of the officers (to which he was only merely able to temporarily incapacitate), he knew there was no use in taking them all on physically, for which he wouldn't be a match for, but it was also obvious he would be no match in trying to evade them either after running for so long, no matter how good he thought he knew pathways and short cuts. It only seemed that they knew them better. And it seemed the chase lasted forever.
No one was there to provide any support, and it looked as if he would be caught and taken down. Though, in the final moments of it all, there was someone who would intervene and “save” him. Someone he would owe his gratitude to, even though he hadn’t asked for the help. Turning a sharp corner, Vischa felt a powerful jerk, only in the opposite direction he intended to tread, tucked back into a sort of "out of sight, out of mind" space; hiding in plain sight. It happened too quickly to comprehend at first, and Vischa only realized what happened once the foot steps of the officers in pursuit dissipated. Out of breath, staying low until the imminent threat of POSRA disappeared, all that was left afterwards was the intimidating man, staring down at him with what seemed to be a deadly glare of sorts. Vischa didn't know the man's intentions, but he appreciated the help none the less. Being that the other seemed to be a rabbit too--no, was in fact a rabbit, Vischa felt a little more at ease at the thought of thanking the him, but he still hesitated a bit. His pride was too much for his own good half of the time.
A slightly stammered and exasperated phrase of gratitude was only met with a somewhat stoic "Get out of here". Vischa couldn't help but ponder for a moment of where he would actually go. He wouldn't go back to the group that abandoned him. Well, he could, but that would just tell them that it's okay to leave him behind in dangerous situations. It would be smart to leave and at the same, it wouldn't be. POSRA could still be on high alert after losing him, so if he stayed, it would be easy for them to find him with a quick double check of the area, but if he left, he could run right into them. 'Teach me a few things' was one of the things on Vischa's mind, along with wondering who the man actually was, whether or not he was a part of some type of gang, and those curiosities, along with all others he thought of, went unspoken. The other looked strong, like he could hold his own, something Vischa couldn't do, but obviously something he wish he could. Vischa felt that since he had "taken down" two officers, he had the potential to be useful considering that he was only a street ruffian. If to better himself he had to become loyal to a cause, it would suffice. He could learn other things if it was required of him, he just had an overwhelming urge to become so much more; he'd give it his all. Ultimately, just as the man with the lengthy red hair turned his back to leave, the boy finally put his facade of pride behind him and asked whether or not he could be taken under as an apprentice maybe. If not, help me find the safe places; I don't have anywhere else to go. Take me with you, even if it was only for a short while it would do. "Why should I even do that?" But Vischa was determined by inspiration. He listed things he could do, even though those things were limited. "Don’t waste my time." Let not my worth be measured by my skills but by the courage to inquire such things from a complete stranger.
Vischa never knew whether it was out of pity,"admiration", or maybe even complete annoyance that the man "agreed" to take him in as a refugee. To quell his begging and cry for help. Though, whatever the reason was, Vischa hadn't expected to get a response at all from such a person, so he would take mystery over silent rejection; hope over the desolate streets in which the cycle repeated itself.
▌ M I S C E L L A N E O U S
Trivia:
- Primarily joined BJBB to help humans "humble themselves" (to put it nicely), by all means necessary. He believes that they are no better than the rabbits; by now he believes they're the lowest of the low after witnessing their abusive treatment, unequal ideas and discrimination of his kind.
- Has CIP (Congenital Insensitivity to Pain); finds it so easy to kill others because he has no concept of the pain others feel/ lacks empathy (in the aspect of physical pain anyway), but he always wonders about it
- Has taken a liking in studying and watching how others react to pain, being it small injuries or large ones, soon understanding that everyone feels differently about similar things during his time as a makeshift medic.
- During his childhood, his father would stop resorting to physical abuse seeing as it had no affect on the boy.
- Idolizes a few people, but would never admit to it.
- The only reason he fears death is because he cannot understand the concept of the pain it would bring his comrades, not the actual pain that comes with dying.
- Has a more than submissive-style followership when it comes to the wishes of the higher ups.
- Guilty of liking chaotic and loud environments
- Puts on his shirt and socks before his pants
- He’s very grateful for the street punks and cleaners. Especially the cleaners
- He didn’t even notice the cut in his ear at the time it happened until someone told him that he was bleeding. He wasn’t too upset about it.
- He’s not really sure about his own sexuality
- Has a hard time expressing himself to those who are strangers
- Not usually the one to start conversations with people
- He doesn’t like people watching him eat
- Has a somewhat childish and dark sense of humor, but finds bad and cheesy jokes to be just as funny for some reason
- Usually does really well in stressful situations
- Has to give himself (or get someone else to) meticulous physical examinations to make sure he has not broken bones or internal bleeding since he wouldn’t be able to feel any of those, though he's really ticklish, so he prefers to do it himself
- Primarily joined BJBB for his own personal gain, but now he’s down with the cause
- His handwriting is straight garbage (his griffonage is on par with a doctor with a PhD)
- Ambidextrous, but still prefers his right hand to do casual things
- Hates all of the attention to be on him
- Has a weakness for helping little kids
- Personally hates when people praise him //jk its his guilty pleasure
Relationships:
Ryu : Saved Vischa from getting his ass whooped by POSRA; introduced Vischa to BJBB after he wouldn't stfu LOL
More TBA later, as if this wasn't already long enough…
i hope you all can understand my choppy way of writing
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Omg I got in. mods must be on crack for letting me in jfc Thx to everyone that has welcomed me to the group so far, I'm really bad at replying to things individually bc I'm awk. LOL
⇾If you want to RP with me which, i dont see why you would want to LOL, Skype, Kik, and dA notes are OK. Just comment your info (or I'll comment mine). If you have a different method that you think would be more convenient, I'd be glad to give it a try. I reply at odd times (and slowly af) most of the time bc of school/work and lazy schedule. I usually do literate-para (story/novella??? the one with quotation marks and shit) type RPs, but I'm fine with whatever your style may be.
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Originally posted: January 7, 2015
Revamped: November 6, 2016 because the art was SUPER fucking crusty KAKASKSK i pray for u if u remember what the old art looked like
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Comments: 26
asdkadka he looks so cool ahh *A*
Hope we get to rp one day ///
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Thank you! I hope we get to as well!
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ASJJFD I'd love to, even though I haven't been keeping up with events like I'm supposed to OTL
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Welcome to the group! Your bby is wonderful Q~Q
I'd love to rp with you!
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Uwaah what an adorable son u have thar :3c
Welcome fresh meat--
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I'm very very confused whether I should shove my daughter to meet your bby or not-
She might be very naggy and clingy when you know her-
BUT I WANNA RP WITH THIS HOT BUNNY
Also, WELCOME TO THE GANG <3
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Hhhh thank you for the welcome to the group omg. And Vischa doesn't bite yet //eyebrow wiggle and he tries his best to get along with his group mates so she should be fine meeting him and all LOL.
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Eeeee really //shoves my daughter to him then// ////q////
Edessa: "....... ;;;" //hides behind wall
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Vischa: "Ehh, so short..." //Leans down LOL
And I hope you don't mind if I draw that cutie of yours hhhhh pls let me
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Edessa: ;; 。□。)!!! /shocked, but has no retort and steps back instead while cold sweating and has her ears drooping behind/
"Wh-wh-who...?" /nervous/
Aaaa ofc ofc! I'll look forward to it ///// //shoves ede at you//
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welcome to hell the group!!
Hope you enjoy it here x3
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Oh yes, I think I'll love it in hell here LOL.
Thanks for the welcome to the group! ur bunny is hella awesome
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cause of your awesomeness shh
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waa, hellow!! welcome to the group! --> also newbie lols xD
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Hii! Thanks for the welcome to the group. (ﾉ)´∀｀(ヾ) And yes, let us noobs unite LOL
Your bun is super cute btw //slapped
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your welcome!! lololol yeaah!! xD
aww, thankyu so much I hope they'll get along together!
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