| Name: Bunby Age: Forever 19 Height: 5'3" Body Type: Thin and sickly Eye color: Extremely pale blue, almost white. No pupil. Sexuality: Straight Birthplace: A village in the south of France Era: Late 19th century Languages: French, English Likes: Singing, lullabies, children, nice people, tea, attractive boys. Dislikes: Not very many things. Backstory: Bunby (previously known by a different name) lived a poor life, where her mother, father, and siblings scraped by each day to get enough food. One day, Bunby fell in love with a traveling boy, and she got pregnant. The boy left her, and Bunby, having no husband, was shunned by her family. Bunby left the village and escaped to a larger one, where she tried to work as a maid. Being dead clumsy and a god-awful cook, she was sent away again. Living in poverty with her infant, Bunby finally managed to rent a dingy little one-room shack on the outskirts of the bigger village. After a year or so of living like this, Bunby's life took a terrible turn for the worse, when her little boy managed to escape, falling into a nearby stream, and drowning. Bunby, blaming no one but herself, took her own life as punishment. Bunby returned as a ghost, as she never truly had wanted to die, despite committing suicide. She met up with a seemingly crazy homeless man who went by the name of Noon. He told her that he had seen her kind before, and it was his job to help her find her way, and, eventually, make peace with herself and move on. He took her to a man named Clare, a suicidal Eurotrash DJ. With Noon's help, it is now Bunby's responsibility to teach him about the benefits of life, and how it's hard to understand what living really means until you're dead. -- ((This is a roleplaying account. Interested in joining? Please visit ~OCRP-DA. Thank you!)) |
"À bientôt!"
Bliss
Are you getting married? *Looks at Bunby's clothes*
((Oh wow I'm just so creative.))
You're not allowed? That's strange phrasing.
What job is that? Spreading flowers? o.o
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