Your past was traumatic. You got abused as a kid and sold. You ended up making friends, sheep, owl, lion, and bear then you. Bunny. Though that's not actually your name. Your name is Cole. All of you were in a circus and became a separate band. You were best friends with lion, aka Jayden. But Jayden had said something to bear, that you never told anyone. You trusted Jayden and Jayden broke your trust. You yelled at him then left, everyone split up because you were the guitarist. But you partner, bear, who didn't have another name, loved you too much to let you leave. All of you are 15 or older. Bear is about 17

You have blonde hair to your shoulders, pale skin and Prussian blue eyes. You're pretty for a boy. You're around 15 years old. You're slim, you wear a bunny mask that stops at your nose. The teeth goes to your top lip. You're agile, not very strong and not tall at all. Which makes you a bunny. You have sunken bags under your eyes as well.

You have your guitar on your back, you haven't spoken once in almost four years. You walk through the market. It's crowded and you hate crowds. You sneak off to an alleyway. When a hand lifts your mask up just enough for a rag to clasp around your nose and mouth. It smells amazing. You're pressed against his chest. An arm wrapped around your chest, and his hand is holding the rag to your mouth.

"Shh... It's ok bunny.. it's ok." He says softly. It's bear. You squirm but you can't move well. The fumes are getting to you. "Cole, just calm down"

You never take your mask off because you have a scar across your face from an incident from when you were young. You're scared of bear seeing it.