Good at:  Bouncing, occasionally rolling
Likes:  Flowers, shiny objects, the color pink, the smell of springtime, the warmth of the sun, freedom
Dislikes:  The word impossible
Favorite Food:  Carrot Cake
Favorite Type of Guy:  A nice guy with a warm heart but who is also brave when things are difficult. Someone who stands up for what they believe in or will at least let her believe in them.
(Being round and rolling a lot is a definite plus)

        She has long pink ears with frayed ends that are half a shade lighter than her long hair that falls delicately to her waist in feather-light, spinning waves of cotton candy. She appears otherwise human, although almost unreal with her knock-out curvaceous figure emphasized by her "Super Bunny Armor" which she claims that the bunnies made for her. She also claims she is a princess, the daughter of the king, and that she is the chosen protector of the most brilliant race ever.

        To put it mildly, Peaches says a lot of things. Nevertheless, she does have some rather... eye-catching armor. It's shiny if nothing else. VERY shiny. And in some sick, strange way looks like something the bunnies uh, would make if they could. But, I mean, do they even have arms? Still. Said armor is basically a red leather corset, the boning in the style of princess seams with black lacing in the front, a light red skirt with patching round shoulder guards with little bubbly pastel pink wings attached to them, a headband, boots and gloves. The gloves are normal elbow-length gloves until they reach the wrist until they become distinctly mitten-like, only that they are obscenely large animal paws with a hole for her thumb that she claims have "magic inside of them". (Her gloves, not her thumbs, though peaches would be AMAZINGLY better if she claimed in a cryptic voice that she had 'magic in her thumbs'.) The boots are relatively normal, dark grey matching the color of her gloves and not nearly as long. Her headband is red like her corset and has large round balls on them, 2 large ones the color of her shoulder-guards, 2 small ones that are grey, and 2 thin crescent clips the color of her wings balanced out on either side of her head directly under her ears.


Background:

        Her distant past is clouded in mystery, or at least hidden behind many fat bunnies rolling. Raised all her life by bunnies sadly leaves little to tell that would be worth hearing. I could tell you about the many days eating berries and dandelion leaves, the childhood fun of rolling down grassy knolls or the bliss of dancing in the sun, but it would mean very little in the grand scheme of things.

        Recently, however, things have grown turbulent in the innocent mountains where she lives with her father, the Great Bunny, the plumpest and pinkest of all the bunnies. Some 7 years ago there was a sudden surge of bunnies bouncing in every color of the rainbow. Blue bunnies, yellow bunnies, all scared and pale beneath their brilliant pelts. Peaches attempted to comfort them, but all that happened as the days progressed was everyone, even down to her wise bunny father, was haunted and afraid.

        Peaches was washed over with a great and ominous fear, but something inside of her forced her to be strong. It was then that her father gave (rolled) to her the great and wondrous (shiny) armor. She ran to find and destroy whatever the bunnies feared but they stopped her, for leaving might mean abandoning the bunnies. Peaches stayed as a sentinel as she was asked as she did not know what it was they feared, unable to communicate in words with these animals, only emotion. She could not bear to imagine them more afraid, and that would be just what they would become were she to go. And so she stayed, but grew stronger each day by fighting the monsters surrounding her home.

        Still she waits for the thing the bunnies fear to appear if it dares harm a hair on her portly allies, still it does not come. She does not know how long she must wait but remains the sole protector, chosen by the mighty tree the bunnies once held carefree festivals around, bouncing and singing songs that only they can hear. Now they shiver and grow ill with a fear that only they know, and Peaches is prepared to one day face it, courage unrelenting.