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( harris dickinson . genderfluid . he/they ) — blasting lotion by deftones down main street we’ve spotted jack "bunny" armstrong sporting a poorly - trimmed mullet and even shittier tattoos, bruises at every joint; an old thrifted t - shirt cropped too far up; and the rattiest pair of jorts ever seen by mankind. the twenty eight year old oracle who’s been in town for two weeks often can be seen stealing parts for their decrepit motorcycle, smoking outside of the only bar in town with a blood - stained mouth and a crooked grin, climbing out of someone else's window too early in the morning, giving himself a new prone - to - infection tattoo, shoving the bloodiest burger anyone's ever seen inside of their mouth, or working as a bartender at the old haunt. people say they display uninhibited and volatile traits, but we rather trust their vibes: the gleam of a knife's sharp edge in the deep, dark night - illusion shattered when the blade is lifted beneath bleeding nose; a pair of headphones that are all wires, all peeling leather - the music is nothing but static; boot print pressed against the chest like a blooming flower, skin angry and red; the stench of hand - rolled tobacco that clings in between fingers and lips; and a wallet's family portrait mirroring crumbled smiles and watery eyes, gut - wrenching guilt every time it's pried open. also, we’ve heard they love hot showers ! aren’t they fascinating ?

content warning for mentions of... incarceration, childhood illness, drugs, gunshots, wounds.

profile.

full name — eoghan llewellyn. jack armstrong.

nickname(s) — exclusively bunny ( alternatively; bunz, if only to incite anger ).

place of birth — duck, west virginia.

date of birth & age — may 13th, 1996. twenty8.

gender / pronouns — genderqueer, he/they.

orientation — bisexual, with homoerotic tendencies.

occupation — bartender at the old haunt; professional hustler; amateur drug dealer.

astrology — taurus sun, aries moon, gemini rising.

kind of being — oracle.

abilities — precognition, divination, telekinesis, spirit talkng and dream walking.

residence — a shitty, abandoned trailer, shoddy from years of neglect; the curtains have cigarette - burns and cockroaches have long - claimed the shower floor.

interests — chain - smoking outside the employee's door at the old haunt. hot showers, the kind that turn your skin red and mottled. silver rings and steel toe boots. winning a bet; winning in general. competition and worthwhile prizes. the smell of smoke, and fresh - settled ashes. nighttime. a good time. whatever he can get his hands on; mind - numbing highs and the taste of sour beer. alley cats and feral strays. stealing the last fry, the last pie slice, the last or first or maybe both kiss; always having the last laugh.

aversions — religion, but sometimes not; hard to pray to a god one no longer believes in. one that's barely there. personal questions, and getting too close. the authorities. arguments, sometimes - but never fights. tending to their own wounds; sometimes it's better to let it rot. dogs. country music, unless it fucks - then sometimes. pleather; give them the real shit. nostalgia; it's always a trap. being wrong. being right.

quirks — keeps bottlecaps in a clear vase like they're trinkets. is constantly moving around, restless. dine and dashes frequently. spins a silver band that adorns their left ring finger. eats food that's fallen on the floor. hogs the bedsheets. loves to be warm but never dresses for it. frequent ghoster. hustles others for money, especially when it comes to bar games. acts like he has the biggest mouth, when his past is a mystery.

most played — lotion by deftones.

notable features — a mess of a mullet, typically bleached. a nose once - pointed, now crooked from one - too - many punches. skin littered in tattoos, both self - done and professional.

general disposition — body at odds with itself, limbs so gangly they're only odd angles; a walking crime scene, with dead eyes to match.

character study — jesse pinkman ( breaking bad ) & mickey milkovich ( shameless ).

background.

incarceration; born in the appalachian mountains, in a tiny bumfuck town with few residents - bunny knew the stain their family held on the town before they could form a coherent sentence. it was evident in the way they looked at them, at their mother; a madwoman by all means, grieving a husband sentenced for life without parole. the llewellyns weren't welcome, not his mother nor his sister nor him.

childhood illness mention; as the years progressed, their mother worsened. his sister fell sick, like she'd fallen asleep but couldn't wake. their family was cursed - with what, he didn't know. didn't care to know - at eight years old, he knew he couldn't stay. didn't want to. so he left - took what little belongings he had, and followed the only road out. nobody searches for the child nobody wants.

the rest of his childhood is a blur of makeshift campsites and worn - down towns, odd jobs for spare change and farmer - tan sunburns. he grows like a summer weed, tall and spiraling and surprisingly strong for their scrawny form. there's a different name every town, a new identity chosen with every person he meets. he survives through labor jobs and work nobody else wants to do.

appalachia haunts him. he can hear the mountains in his mind, see his sister in his dreams. hear their mother crying. they never truly leave him - even thousands of miles away. alive, yet haunting. other voices speak to him too, spectral forms barely comprehensible to his visible eye, like looking at a physical smudge. visions come to him during his sleep. in his dreams - he can go anywhere; walk anywhere. he begins to understand why his mother went mad.

he joins a traveling carnival for a brief stint during their teenage years; their powers become useful only this once. the boy psychic, the all - seeing armstrong. the dreamwalker, the metaphysical medium. he tells people of their deceased loved ones, of their upcoming futures. it's a hit, unsurprisingly; even if he has to make things up on occasion - it's not a switch they can turn on and off, but nobody needs to know.

drugs mention; eventually, the act grows old; as jack - no, bunny - ages, the boyish charm wears off. the voices are getting louder and he wants them to stop. the carnival is an easy gateway to bigger, better things; to casual drug runs and selling to rebellious teenagers in their own podunk towns, to robberies at lone - road gas stations. going home still isn't an option; it's been so long - is it even home, still? was it ever home? bunny barely remembers his name.

gunshots, wound mention; during a stint gone wrong and a rogue crewmate, bunny made the run for it. ran and ran; pushing through branch and fog and - boom. portum, in all it's glory. the sirens and gunshots behind them fizzling into nothing, the only remnant of the woods behind them the bleeding wound in their side.

details.

incredibly evasive; doesn't answer questions of their past, but is brutally straightforward otherwise. what you know of bunny is what you get; they don't sugarcoat things, or act in kindness. their opinions are black and white, all warped perceptions and no grey area.

emotional and, at times, volatile. feels deeply, deeper than he'd like to - than he'd like to portray. fights are commonplace, especially without rhyme or reason. sometimes bunny thinks they just like to bruise.

not the most intelligent person, but has street smarts and common sense. is practical. doesn't know jack shit about pop culture, and doesn't understand references to it.

has a deep appalachian accent that hasn't gone despite having not been in the mountains since young childhood. stronger with his emotions.

doesn't like to acknowledge the fact that they're an oracle; doesn't want to dig into their family history, or dissect their mother's behaviors that make - startlingly more sense the older they age. only really has a handle on talking to those beyond the veil ( the ones without a ghostly form, the ones forgotten ) and dream - walking. everything else happens at a whim.

drugs, smoking; the first thing bunny did when they entered portum was smoke half their pack of cigarettes, snort a line, and go to the bar. someone had to patch them up in the bathroom because they didn't realize they were injured. but it's been smooth sailing since; they're in cahoots with a local witch to help them continue their... dealing.

isn't all stood - up hairs and unbridled anger. can be giddy, or amused; sometimes even excited. is softhearted when it comes to animals - particularly cats. is scared of dogs, but would never admit it.

got a shitty old motorcycle out of the junkyard and repaired it himself; drives it around town - you'll always hear him coming before you see him. is constantly stealing parts for it because it keeps breaking down on them.

is kind of living like a king if their empire was of dirt. took over a rundown, abandoned trailer as their own and lives in squalor with a sick sense of glee about it. it's practically luxury living to them. is churning ideas in their head on how to use their life in portum to their advantage.

prefers not to sleep alone and loves affection but is, well, emotionally stunted. sleeps around easily but is quick to ghost when they feel like it's becoming something serious - something real. knows how to pull away before it hurts.

can be dry and sarcastic and a little biting, except for their bouts of unpredictability. sometimes just... loses it for a bit. loses the plot. seems to get a genuine thrill out of violence, like it's a release.

reliable, to a degree. if they say they'll be there - then they'll be there. doesn't make promises often - but he never goes back on his word.

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