DAISY BLAZKOWICZ

FULL NAME:  Daisy Bell Blazkowicz

SPECIES:  Eastern Cottontail Rabbit

KNOWN LANGUAGES: Lapine, English

RELIGION: Unaligned

AGE:  ~ 27 

GENDER: Female

PRONOUNS: She/Her

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic

OCCUPATION: Loving Companion

EYE COLOR(S): Brown

BODY COLOR(S): Brown, Cream

HEIGHT: 15' (at shoulder, quadruped) or 2'9" (bipedal, ears not included)

WEIGHT: 35 pounds

BODY BUILD: Soft, lean with some plump areas

NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: Scar around neck, right cheek scars, large size, metal left hind leg

ALTERNATE FORMS: None

VOICECLAIM: None

PHOBIAS: None

MENTAL HEALTH: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

PHYSICAL HEALTH: Amputation of left hind limb

ASSISTIVE DEVICES: Prosthetic hind limb

MEDICATIONS: None

PARENTS: Unknown mother, Unknown father

SIBLINGS: None

PARTNERS: None

CHILDREN: None

FRIENDS: The Doomslayer

ALLIES: The Doomslayer

RIVALS: None

ENEMIES: Demons, Hell

Content warning for mentions of animal cruelty, animal abuse, and animal death.

On a warm spring afternoon, the man that would someday come to be known at the Beast stands on his back porch. He leans against the railing, taking a sip from his coffee mug and enjoying the feel of the cool breeze against his skin. It's a rare moment of respite; two weeks of R & R to be spent with his wife before he'll be deployed to some other war zone. But for now, he can focus on the seemingly endless sea of grass that his backyard stretches into before petering off into various scrub-dense deltas that weave through the distant treeline. Amidst the new buds of flowers soon to bloom, he spies a splash of red in the distance. It gives him pause. Red flowers are a rarity in this region, and there are certainly none that that grow on his property. Setting down his mug, his footsteps weigh heavily on the wooden steps as he treads down them and crosses the length of the yard.

The scene he comes upon is grisly. As he assumed, the crimson that feathers the grass is from no bloom. It is the bloodied remains of an animal - a rabbit. And not just one. The mother doe is long gone - likely having been dragged off by whatever predator found her before it returned to dig out the nest. He takes a knee, pushing aside the overgrown daisies that surround the nest to see if he can spy any signs of life. Alas, he sees none. No breathing, no movement. And as he reaches to cup them in his large hands, they are cold. The poor things... Still blind and deaf. The scant blood on them tells him it was not predation that took them, but hunger. Some part of him is heartbroken. Carefully, he gathers each kit up with the intent to give them a proper burial. It is to give them some honor, as well as ensure the scene does not upset his wife. 

Just as he takes a step to move them to their final resting place beneath the peach tree, a shrill squeal tears through the air. He startles, before recognizing a writhing sensation in palm. He draws back to inspect and finds that one of the kits - the smallest among them - is still alive. She wriggles ceaselessly against his hand, mouth open and desperately sucking at the air in a bid to find food. Quickly, he lays her siblings in the dirt and buries them with large, clumsy scoops of soil, before rushing back in. 

It takes some doing to warm her up, but it's nothing one of his shirts and his wife's hair dryer can't accomplish. As soon as she is warm enough, they take her to a vet. They come to learn that she is small and weak - the runt of her litter. It is a miracle she has survived this long. He's told that her odds are slim, but if he can get her to take formula and last through the night, she might well survive. He takes it upon himself to ensure just that. With patience and diligence, he feeds the kit from a syringe so small in his hands that his fingers rattle with her aggressive suckling. He stays awake the entire night, holding her on his chest as he sits in the rocking chair, awakening every hour on the hour to offer her her fill and ensure she still breathes. And so becomes his routine until the day she finally gains her senses. 

The first voice she hears is his. The first face she sees is his. The first family she has is him. And from the moment their eyes meet, he knows that she will be his best friend for all of eternity. 

And he names her Daisy after the patch of flowers in which he found her.

Despite her wild heritage, Daisy grew up in a comfortable home where she was allowed to wander freely. Her days were spent shadowing the Slayer, following his every step if not sat upon his head or his shoulder while he went about. She was present for every occasion, treated like family. When he was away, she was fawned over by his wife. At every outing, Daisy would accompany them in the arms (or the backpack) of the Slayer. From camping trips to car rides to movie night and playdates. Daisy was included in every occasion. And when their son was born, Daisy took to him as naturally as she'd taken to his father. She lived comfortably and with a life full of laughter and love. 

That all changed when Hell rose on Earth. 

With the Slayer deployed to Mars, Daisy and her family were ambushed. Without reason or warning, the demons flooded their home, razing it to the foundations and leaving nothing left of what was once her idyllic life. She tried to be brave. Just as she had been when she'd chased and killed a rat that tried to sneak into her brother's room, she tried to thump and warn and bite and claw and fight to defend her family. But in the end, Daisy's protective fury would be for nothing. She and her family would perish, and the Slayer who had saved her once would return home to find her head severed and mounted on a pike to greet him. 

Yet, despite the tragedy, her story did not end.

Like the souls of her human family, Daisy's would find itself in the depths of Hell. However, unlike humans, the demons did not understand how to extract Argent energy from the souls of animals. And so Daisy, like so many other faithful companions, was left to wander the endless, burning fields of purgatory, lost and confused. That was, until the Slayer's influence disrupted Hell, and like so many other souls, hers was flung from the realm and back to the world of the living. Reincarnated, albeit with some changes due to her extended period of time exposed to Hell's influence and the Argent energy, Daisy finds herself alive and well - although just as lost and confused as she was before. How she finds herself like this now, she does not know.

But she does know one thing: she needs to find her way home.

Though shaken from her experiences and her time in Hell, Daisy's fearful disposition presents itself only as a product of her circumstances. The world is scary when you've spent your whole life sheltered from the worst of it. Though larger, more imposing, and certainly more capable than your average cottontail, Daisy's lack of knowledge means that she perceives her biggest advantages as her biggest weaknesses. Truthfully, she wants nothing more than to be back home with her family. Though she knows this is likely wishful thinking, she clings desperately to that hope as a lifeline.

Stepping outside of her current predicament, Daisy is naturally a very kind, soft-spoken, but cheerful rabbit. She is shy around new people, but given enough time she will warm up to them well, greeting them with soft oinks, circling, and her goofy flops. She is wildly energetic and playful, eager to bring company her toys in order to engage them in play. While used to walking on a leash, she is confident in navigating the outdoors so long as she's not alone. She proves to be quite curious and clever, if just a touch daft with regards to certain things. Her naturally inquisitive nature has gotten her into trouble many times, though she always knows when to leave before she's caused a true mess. 

Though some rabbits might find themselves yearning to know what lies beyond the comforts of her bed, her bowl, and the warm spot on the couch tucked snugly beneath the broad arm of the Slayer, Daisy is not one of them. Spoiled? Perhaps. But Daisy is a faithful, loyal companion who seeks nothing more than to be with her family again, knowing nothing but love and joy and comfort, and offering as much to anyone else who meets her. 

DISLIKES: Rats, sudden loud noises, demons, wildfires, brutal storms, the cold, large dogs, large birds, the smell of gunpowder, blood and guts, having to run for long periods, being grabbed suddenly or roughly, having her neck touched, her metal leg

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• Daisy has a very prominent scar that encircles the entire circumference of her neck, indicative of where her head was severed from her body.

• Daisy's rear left leg is a metal prosthetic. It cannot be removed. How it manifested is unknown, but it's likely to compensate for the fact that Daisy's original was taken as a memento by the Slayer to remember her by.

• Likely due to exposure to Argent Energy or Hell's influence, Daisy has two small nubs on the top of her head that appear to be the start of some sort of horns. She's also significantly larger than a cottontail rabbit should be - closer to the size of a beagle on all fours and a 5-6 year old toddler when reared up. She's also developed the ability to walk upright, though this is difficult and does not come easily to her.

• When talking about her family, Daisy refers to the Slayer as Honey, the Slayer's deceased wife as Baby, and the Slayer's deceased son as Tiger. This is because she does not actually know their names and identifies them as what others most commonly called then (aka, how they referred to each other.) 

• Despite being a wild cottontail rabbit, Daisy knows nothing about the wild or the outside world. She was domesticated very early on in life and doesn't know much beyond the comforts of an indoor free-roaming rabbit.

• One of the side effects of being exposed to Hell's and it's energies for so long is "body blooms." Daisy will start growing little daisies from herself, especially along the dark strip on her back, her dewlap, or her head fur, right between her ears and horns. The size and number varies on a number of factors. When she's really emotional, one big flower will just bloom on her head. It's somewhat sentient and will convey her emotions - or sometimes, its own.

• Speaking of her horns, they're capable of suddenly growing and morphing into antlers whenever she's experiencing an emotional extreme like anger or fear. It's another thing she has no control over but if she ever does, she'll be able to make them grow at will. She'll even be able to make flowers bloom from when she's feeling happy or calm.

• While I can see DG in particular treating Daisy like their child, and while Daisy may lean into it bc it's the most familiar form of affection she knows, she's not actually a child. (Comparatively speaking, she was the rabbit equivalent of 30-40 when she died and hasn't aged since, nor will she anymore.) That being said, her sense of awareness is more akin to one of the domestic rabbits from Watership Down: understands how the world works but only from the available knowledge and perspective of a pet rabbit.

• Daisy's not quite adjusted to her new body proportions. She's especially not adjusted to the prosthesis. So while she's inclined to still move and act like a normal rabbit, it sometimes means that her movements are clumsy or uncoordinated. She'll learn in time.

• The Slayer has her foot, and Daisy has their dog tags. An extra set of them at least. Unlike the Slayer though, the dog tags serve as a memento of hope and keep her motivated, even in this new and confusing situation she's in.

• Daisy loves music, especially rock, metal, and polka. She recognizes the Slayer's favorite bands and will try to dance to them. She's a lot better at singing that she is dancing though.

• Daisy loves watching movies. She often falls asleep without meaning to, but movies and tv in general take her back to simpler times where she spent her evenings cuddled up with the Slayer all safe and warm. 

• While the Slayer originally took Daisy in with the intention of releasing her once she was big and strong enough, Daisy would grow too attached to the Slayer and too dependent on the care of humans to be released. This turned out to be a relief for both of them, as the thought of being apart was too much for either of them to bear.

• While Daisy was acknowledge merely as a pet (even though the Slayer frequently referred to her as their best friend), Daisy would also come to develop some habits aligning with an emotional support or therapy animal. The Slayer's military service would often take a toll on them, physically and mentally. And it would seem at times that Daisy could sense their distress and would come running to comfort them using her weight, offering kisses, or grounding them with soft sounds and digging motions. There were many times when Daisy would sense that Slayer having a nightmare and ignore the "no bunnies on the bed" rule just to lay on their chest to soothe them. And it worked every time.

• While Daisy may not know/understand much about most common things or topics, there are a handful of things she is knowledgeable about: engineering, mechanics, collecting, comics, music, military strategies, and computers. Spending so much time with the Slayer, she retains a lot of the information she would hear them speak about often.