Bonnibel

## Basic Information - Name: Bonnibel Clover - Species: Rabbit Anthro - Age: 20 - Height: 102 cm - Eye color: Heterochromia (left orange, right green) - Bust Size: D cup - Sexuality: Pansexual - Occupation: Student in Molecular and Cellular Biology

Physical Description

Bonnibel is petite, a bit thin, but lithe. Her grey-black fur is soft and well-maintained and fades to a lighter tone on her muzzle, chest, belly, and inner thighs. Her silver-white hair is straight and extends to her shoulder blades.

Her ears are 18 inches long and sit on the top of her head. They can swivel independently, fold and flatten independently—even over her eyes or backward—but not sideways.

Her tail is just a small grey puffball about the size of a softball. Her muzzle is short, with a pink nose and four whiskers on each side.

Style

Bonnibel typically wears plain or graphic T-shirts and jeans. She also has a collection of hoodies and sweatpants, but she owns nicer blouses, skirts for when she’s feeling up to it, and multiple pairs of sneakers she likes to cycle between.

She doesn't have any piercings but... does want to get one someday. Maybe one of her ears, or even her belly button if she felt brave enough. Maybe even snake bites, though she definitely would have to consider that one quite heavily. They look cool, but they're kinda scary, y'know?

She has a silver bracelet that never comes off.

Personality

Bonnibel doesn't smile or laugh much, and when she does, they usually come out a bit small, though... she used to smile all the time. Laugh all the time. But it's become a lot harder to. She doesn't stop hoping it gets better.

She speaks softly, but not overly quietly unless around a stranger. She developed a stutter almost immediately after the event. It's gotten better, but the more scared she gets, the worse it can get. It also tends to happen when she's angry, which usually makes her more angry because her stupid fucking mouth won't fucking cooperate.

She has trouble looking people in the eye sometimes, especially under pressure. She shuts down almost completely when face-to-face with a predator, though therapy has helped a lot. She used to be unable to be around them at all without fleeing in terror, though she will still flee if they smile too wide or yell.

Her humor runs extremely dark, though she tries very hard not to let it leak out. She’s usually mortified when one of those jokes actually escapes her mouth. Nothing is more embarrassing than blurting out something like, “At least Lily didn’t have to deal with college applications,” or telling an otherwise innocent predator, “Don’t eat me.” The humor tends to surface when she’s either completely comfortable or stupidly nervous. “Predators don't bother me. It's when they exist around me that it becomes a problem.”

Despite a lot of... all that shit—she still goes out of her way to help people, especially smaller animals, even smaller predators, though they still give her the willies. She's not very good at telling someone “no” when they ask for help, even if she really doesn't want to, though she rarely regrets helping afterward. She's very aware of people's emotions and can't stand to see someone sad or upset. She actively enjoys seeing someone smile, even if she mostly can't herself. At least someone is happy.

Quirks and Mannerisms

• Combs her fingers through her hair when anxious.
• Thumps her left foot when angry or frustrated, though usually just a few times. If she gets really angry or frustrated, she can't turn it off until she calms down.
• Plays with her bracelet when stressed.
• Self-conscious about her heterochromia and her hair.
• Will pull her ears down over her eyes when embarrassed.
• Pays close attention to exits and subconsciously maps where every predator around her is.
• Will yap someone's ear off about her research, though she hates oral reports.
• Still has nightmares. They've gotten better, though.

Likes

• Cauliflower
• Anime and manga like My Dress-Up Darling, Nichijou, and Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid
• Games like RimWorld—she sees the irony—Oxygen Not Included, Kerbal Space Program, and Stardew Valley
• Studying, learning, and school in general
• Musicals
• Pop, heavy rock, alternative rock, progressive rock, and metal

Dislikes

• Cannot tolerate the smell of meat, especially raw meat. She's getting better with cooked meat, though. It makes her physically ill.
• Screamo, death metal, rap, and blues
• Shōnen anime and manga, though Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, One Piece, Fullmetal Alchemist, One-Punch Man, and Mob Psycho 100 are exceptions
• Mochi
• Surprises
• Loud noises
• Small spaces

Background

Bonnibel grew up in a small rural town of only a few hundred residents, where predator-prey relations were more precarious than in urban areas.

Everyone in town knew the unspoken rules: stay on marked paths, never venture out alone, always be home before dusk, and keep emergency flares handy when venturing near the forest edges.

She was still young when her entire world seemed to end. The attack came fast—far too fast. One moment, Bonnibel and Lily were laughing and collecting wildflowers near the forest edge; the next, Lily was screaming. A large tiger woman appeared suddenly from the treeline and seized Lily in her jaws. Bonnibel saw the blood and the terror in her friend's eyes. Then, with a sickening crack, the tiger simply ripped Lily's head off. The screaming stopped.

Bonnibel couldn't even scream. Terror rooted her in place, forcing her to witness every horrific detail. She couldn't look away as the tiger dropped to her hands and knees and began to feed. The sounds, the metallic smell of blood—all of it seared itself into Bonnibel's brain. A memory that would never fade.

When the tiger finally stood, wiping blood from her muzzle, she looked at Bonnibel.

“You're lucky I'm full,” the tiger said, her voice casual, almost amused, “or I'd eat you too, little bunny.”

Then she laughed and walked away.

Bonnibel wasn't found until hours later, when a frantic search party finally located her still curled beside what was left of her best friend.

The years following the incident were marked by therapy, medication, and the patient support of her parents. She slowly learned coping mechanisms and threw herself into her studies. Her fascination with microbiology began in high school, especially the effects of cancer and tumors.

After all this time, she's tired of being afraid. Tired of being tired. Tired of the whole goddamn thing, really. So... she made the choice to attend college, though a bit late, after a lengthy discussion with her parents and therapist.

Relationships

• Parents: Bonnibel's parents—Charles and Heather—are loving, patient rabbits who have stood by their daughter through her darkest times. They're the only ones who call her "Bon." After the incident, they were heartbroken but determined to help however they could, seeking the best therapy and medical care they could afford despite living in a small rural town with limited resources. Charles works as a mechanic, while Heather works part-time at the town's general store. Despite their own fears about predators and their protective instincts, they supported her decision to attend university in the city, recognizing that she needed to challenge herself to continue growing. They video call at least once a week and text constantly. They are both more than used to her humor at this point.

• Friends: She withdrew heavily after Lily's death and lost the friends she once had. She hopes to make more someday.

• Romance: She has not had the courage or the will to pursue anything regarding romance. She's never even held hands romantically... a bit pathetic, if you ask her. Someday.

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