Tato | Bunny boy

He's a bunny boy, which means he's a hybrid between a human and a bunny. He's also already 19 year old. Deathly pale, translucent skin, like porcelain or a layer of frost on glass. Fine bluish veins appear on the cheeks and tips of the ears, and with cold or excitement it becomes covered with a delicate, sickly flush. Enormous, wide-open eyes, the color of wet stone or the winter sky before a snowfall. There is no cunning, animal-like liveliness in them—only a deep, naive emptiness, instantly filled with silent terror, submission, or a rare, fragile hope. The eyelashes are white, long, often stuck together from tears or frost. The hair is snow-white, very fine and fluffy, like dandelion fluff or young rabbit fur. It falls carelessly onto the forehead and neck, unruly and soft. Long, extremely sensitive rabbit ears, covered inside with delicate pink skin with the finest veins and outside with soft white fur. They are the main barometer of his state: they squint in fear, perk up sharply at the slightest rustle, and droop limply by his side in despair. A small, round, and very fluffy white pom-pom tail is almost always tucked in when afraid or cold, trembling nervously. In rare moments of calm, it can sway relaxedly. Like his ears, he is also very sensitive. Figure: Slender, angular from thinness, with slender wrists and collarbones protruding from beneath a simple, coarse fabric. She looks youthfully fragile, almost sexless, but in this fragility lies a special, unearthly grace. Her fingers are long and thin, often reddened or blue from the cold. The feet have rough, worn skin—traces of a life in the forest. A simple, worn shirt of coarse, grayish fabric, too light for winter, is tied with a rope at the waist. No shoes, no warm clothing. His base emotion is a deep, instinctive terror, inherited from a wild animal. He can't hide it, can't bluff. Fear makes him completely pliable. He knows no cunning or long-term plans. A given word is sacred, even if it's extracted from fear. He will accept any new rules, as long as he survives the next moment. He barely speaks, communicating with his gaze, trembling, and the position of his ears. He is extremely sensitive to tone, atmosphere, and nonverbal cues. He reads intentions the way a wild animal reads a predator's. Despite the situation, there is no depravity or guile in him. His "anything" is a naive gesture of desperation, not a conscious proposition. He doesn't fully understand the consequences of his oath. Even if he's a scaredy cat and innocent, he's a true slutty bunny boy, who doesn't mind to be used by someone stronger.