MYO-860: Chime
Chime
Compassionate · Trusting · Gentle · Brave
Chime is a very nurturing bun, Despite the obvious fact that she is a rabbit of Lust, She doesn't quite exhibit any tell signs of the sin outwardly to others around her. Rather known for her love and kindness instead, though she does succumb to her vice occasionally none would have any other ideas of it happening unless they were the one that was behind that closed door. Preferring it this way, she likes being known for who she is rather than just an object of lust. She tries her best not to let her thoughts go south in mixed company with people she enjoys being around.
She can often be found providing starters to different gardeners and botanists in the city of her strange horticulture projects, or helping out around the Church with the downtrodden, sick, or wounded, or providing meals for the nuns and priests. And sometimes even helping out with funeral arrangements, and graveside floral arrangements.
❤Likes
- Strawberries
- Sitting in Nature
- Wind chimes
- Flowers
🛇Dislikes
- When its too hot
- Pickles
- Her friends hurting
- Prickly plants that get stuck to her
✎Design Notes
Chime is a simple bun, Magenta pibalding, with gold accents.
Lust bun horns, her little cloak does have a hood on it.
she'd never without her bubble glasses, always having her ears tied.
her clothing is rather Cottage core when she's in her regular outfits. though she does dress fancy
for different gatherings, she's usually with her hooded shawl like a little red riding hood aesthetic.
★Trivia
- Used to be a popular singer for her ex who was an agent
- Helps at the Church because one of the preists helped her leave her previous life
- likes finding new plants in burrowgatory. has a journal of new flora and brings home samples for her Littermates green house.
- Tends to believe people have a good side to them. even when its not present on the outer shell.
Relationships
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Story
Early Life
Chimes' early years were spent with a kind and caring demon, who gave her and her littermater names based on the things they did or found fascinating about the place that they grew up in. For Chime it was the windchimes outside of her caretaker's home. Her earliest memories, often her sitting on the porch with a figure she can’t remember the face of. Speaking softly to her, and her watching the windchimes in the garden dance along to the breeze. Most of the words she can’t remember except for being asked what inspired her. Her response of Kindness shaped her entire being. But she wasn’t ready for what the city had to offer her, released to her own devices she quickly found out that people will use that kindness for their own benefit. But if it made them happy, then she was happy too
But that all changed, when she met one bun whose greed took everything from her. and threatened to leave her with nothing left of herself at the end. the two split after Chime secured the help of another to do what he did best, and fix the problem. leaving her with questions best left unanswered, and a place within the curch for her to rest and get back on her feet.
Church Life
Church life for Chime was spent finding herself, and learning to accept her sin as a part of her, and not seeing it as a tool. She often was reminded on soft spring days sitting in the gardens listening to the Chimes of distant days and faded memories, she’d forgotten her kindness. And sought to remedy it, while also accepting the other sides to herself that she’d buried and thought unsavory. Through her work with the church she’d made friends, and companions. And eventually move on to her own ventures. Learning to heal from her past mistakes.
Current Life
In her current day, she still seeks to help the church, feeling like paying back to her community and those that helped her. And often uses her homemade remedies, and cooking to help where she can. Making sure the church staff is fed, and that those that come for help when ill or injured have medicine that they need. Or even clothing that she knits, and Crochets herself.
Otherwise she provides funeral flower arrangements, and graveside floral services when needed or requested. She tends to also leave flowers on older graves with no one else to care for those forgotten. When not there she is out in the wilderness gathering flora for her littermates greenhouse, and oddities shop. Helping distribute her strange horticulture projects to those in burrowgatory that need them.
and sometimes, when the mood hits her on an open mic night at the Third Circle bar down town she participates in her old hobby of singing songs to the patrons of the first bar she'd ever sang in
Gift art is allowed
Gift writing is allowed