Caelestis Role Play

Backstory: 

Farm life is simple life. Those living on a farm spend their days either working the fields or tending the home. It's easy to fall into habits when you have the coin to do so, but on rare occasions a good thing can come to a life spent knowing only a few things. Bonnie was born a healthy girl to her mother and father, an older brother just six years older than her. She was raised as a simple girl, her days spent tending cloth and fabric, or cooking for her family or neighbors. Though a poor household, her father owned the nicest plot of land in the area. He was well-liked in the community, often sharing fresh food and nice handmade clothing with his fellow neighbors. Even in the snow, he was able to provide full and plentiful crops.

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Bonnie's mother was just as respected by the home-makers of the community, her talent with thread and

needle unmatched for miles around. When she was a girl, she worked as a barmaid and eventually settled

down with her husband on his farm. She was a fine woman, able to work almost magic in the kitchen even

with the bare minimum. Bonnie grew up by her side, learning to work a threaded needle, a ladle and even

knitting needles, should the need for a blanket or thick scarf arise.

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Her brother was a bit of rough boy, speckled brown on white, spending his days alongside Bonnie's father,

tending the fields. The boy learned the secret technique his father used, mastering it well. The both of them

were raised to be proper and respectful. Bonnie's father was a hefty hare, pure white fur covering most of

his body except a spot on his left eye. He was a snow rabbit, and a rare one at that. Most in the community

had many brown specs or were entirely brown, a snow rabbit with such little brown was a rare sight. Her

mother was a speckled rabbit, her fur dotted in large brown spots along her arms and legs. She was still

beautiful, her body healthy and strong, her markings only adding to her beauty.

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Bonnie was born more rare than the rest of her family, even her father. Her mother had examined her body

countless times while she was an infant, not finding a spec in sight. She was a pure white rabbit, pale pink

eyes like both her parents. She was even considered a bit small through the years. It was explained to her that she was rare, though she didn't stick to that much, as she was much more interested in learning to help her mother. Even at a young age, Bonnie was tending to torn clothing on her own. Her brother by this time was tending one of the fields on his own, him also young in age.

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                                                                      The years were great as they went by, Bonnie and her brother slowly taking over the work of their parents

                                                                         as they aged well, eventually becoming unable to work. Her father had made it clear that his intention

                                                                        was to pass the farm to her older brother, and Bonnie was to be sent to the distant city in the warmer

                                                                             region to find work. The siblings agreed to this, as they had both been raised to care for themselves with

                                                                           their own skills. On the day her father passed from his old age, her brother received the official title to

                                                                  the farm. Only months later, Bonnie's mother passed away as well. After a period of mourning, Bonnie

                                                                          gathered supplies and said her heavy farewells to her brother, leaving her precious home to find work elsewhere.

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                                                                       Bonnie spent months travelling, often getting lost as she traveled by foot, eventually finding her way to

                                                                      Caelestis. During her travels, she would earn small scraps of coin by fixing damaged clothing, creating

                                                                            herbal mixtures and selling hand made food items, like oatcakes. Even after finding her way to Caelestis,

                                                                        Bonnie still struggled to find permanent work. Her kind did not seem common here, and most found her

                                                                          childish by just her appearance, not sparing any time to hear her. She lives in the streets, though when she has the coin, she stays at the inn's to bathe and rest.

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                                                                                     To keep her most precious items safe, Bonnie has created a small white cloth bag, securely stitched together to carry her small bundle of a couple needles and two spools of thread. One white and one black, a small pair of well-kept fabric scissors hidden as well. This small kit is always with her, secured to her waist at her hip, ready incase needed. She made the most coin offering to stitch tears in clothing of passersby for only a few coins. When she can, she will pay for fabrics and make nice clothing, selling it for larger chunks of change. When speaking with the Innkeepers, she is always very polite and soft spoken, never telling much of her day to day life.

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The cycle of earning a few coins here and there, buying a new spool of thread or a room at the inn and making small hand held meals for passersby became as well-known to Bonnie as living back at home. She quickly fell into a pattern through the

weeks. She'd hem and sew as much as she could for two days, cook on the third day if she had the coin for

the ingredients and rest up at the inn on the fourth day with her earnings from selling her food or herb

mixtures. Overtime, there were a few faces she began to regularly see. The same old woman that asked about

her recipes, the same farmer that had the patched up shirt that tore nearly every day and the innkeeper

that she felt odd talking with, his gaze a heavy one on her.

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Though she mostly slept in dark corners of alleys, her white fur seemed to stay decently clean from day to

day, the bathing every four days preventing her from becoming too dirty. Her fur was an intricate thing

when clean. Taking the time to touch her fur would show just how soft it was, almost silky under touch.

When freshly washed it was even more remarkably smooth, almost like a gentle fluff. Her tail was a velvety

puff of long and curly strands, too sensitive to be covered throughout the day. Her tail cost her a few house

jobs as a maid, the fear of 'shedding' popping up repeatedly.

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As time went on, Bonnie slowly became accustomed to several things. Besides her daily living, it was regular

to her for people to jostle her about, bumping into her and shoving her out of the way. She became used to

the lack of gentle physical contact. Her shoulders and back took the most beatings from people bouncing her around between hips. She learned to bow her head to avoid the flying elbows of those that fail to see her. Without the usual contact of the rough hugs from her brother and father or the soft cradle from her mother, Bonnie became homesick, missing her brother and home. She felt almost lost in the busy hustle and bustle of the city, wondering exactly where she fit in this strange place.