[BASIC INFO]

Name: Crea
Alias/Screen Name: DEAD-DOLL
Age: 19
Birthday: 1/13
Breed: Black Mini Rex
Height: 5’0” ft
Weight: 90 lbs
Profession: Information Broker / Punk

    5-inch Boning Knife
    8-inch Breaking Knife (both are basically butcher knives)

Items:                                
    Headphones - Just decorations. She wears it coz it's cool (since they technically don't have human ears  lmaoo)

    music player

[PERSONALITY]

[ Well-Mannered | Obsessive | Deceptive | Secretive | Apathetic | Perv]

Crea is a good actress. She can maintain a reserved, well-mannered facade naturally in front of everybody even under intense scrutiny. She puts up different faces for different people; being a public figure contributed to this. Her true side which she keeps hidden is that of a deceiver; she is, in truth, a sarcastic and ill-tempered girl who dislikes mingling with other people she deems as strangers. If not for the advantages that came with making “friends”, she wouldn’t even bother socializing. Basically, everybody aside from her beloved “Master” are strangers. She values her social standing only for the benefits of it.

She is also quite mature, often taking pain and insults with a smile. She believes it wouldn’t matter if she lost her temper with such trivial things; although, it couldn’t be said the same if the hurt came from her herself. Once her patience dries up, she can't promise not exacting retribution. She dislikes letting her thoughts out and as such, puts up an act instead.

Despite her antagonistic disposition, she is surprisingly a perverted romantic who acts upon impulse. This side came from her obsession over her master (whom she believes to be her life, her everything). Because of this, she becomes prone to deception as her logic dulls whenever her dear master is involved. After all, she dedicated herself to that person without question.

• Her master 
• Music/ song writing
• Singing/performing
• Tea time
• Gothic-punk fashion; prefeably Loose clothes (Actually hates wearing frilly and girly clothes but since it's for her master, she wears one constantly)
• Pretty and cute people 
• Money and Connections
• Being the best
• Exploiting people
• Teasing people with pervy implications

“Crea, you are my precious, precious doll . . . ”

She had already forgotten how much that phrase had saved her. Her dear master had always said it with a radiant smile as he caressed her long black hair.

Without a doubt, he was definitely her savior.

Being a test subject who was raised all their life in a laboratory with other rabbit children, Crea was always distant. Back then, she was called specimen “No. 13”. She lived a generic, dull life with 19 other solemn-faced young girls inside a suffocating place.

Everyday was hectic. Various tests were conducted on them ranging from physical, intellectual, to creativity and plenty others. It was to see which one was the “best”.

“If you fail, you'll be discarded.”

No. 13 never really knew what it meant to be “discarded”; and yet she, along with the other rabbits, were constantly reminded of that consequence. In fear, they strived to pass each test despite not knowing what it was for. Everybody competed with one another; and in their eyes, everyone else was an enemy, a target to be eliminated.

What felt like a blink of an eye, ten long years had already passed. The rabbit children were all lined up in a row while an unfamiliar young man looked at each of them carefully as if they were toys to choose from. They were not aware of what was happening but they know quite well what would await them if they weren't chosen.

“I pick her,” the young man said with a smile as he pulled No.13's hand. Despite the rough treatment, her unwavering smile remained intact as years of training made her an expert with controlling her facial expressions. “She's perfect! I like her.” As though beyond contentment, he gently touched her face as he smiled at her brightly. “Crea! You are Crea. From now on, I'm your master,” the young man exclaimed in excitement as he grabbed her shoulders to give her a tight hug. Not knowing how to respond, all that she did was smile back like she was made to; but for the first time in her meaningless life, she felt happy.

As soon as one of the staff handed the young man some documents, they headed towards a different room. The newly named No.13 looked back and saw the other girls get taken away. Were they to be “discarded”? Regardless, she couldn't care less. Somebody had to be chosen. If they were in her place, they would just think the same; and so “Crea”" just looked at the smiling facades vanish from their faces. She never saw them again.

A large crowd cheered in admiration when a young rabbit girl exited the stage. Crea was the new idol known as “DEAD-DOLL”. Although Crea’s idol career generated a lot of negative response from the majority of the public, they couldn't really do anything more than throw groundless criticisms and insults; they will always be drowned out by the rabbit girl’s talent in singing. The company who owned her had huge influence on the media which made it possible for the rabbit to keep her job; and in the end, the public's ire subsided and even some humans became a fan of her music.

“Master, did I do good?” Crea would always rush towards the backstage with even more enthusiasm than what she would show on stage, while her master would always give a warm smile and pat her head gently. “Great as always, Crea! you really are my best doll!”

Crea loved her master so much that she was willing to do anything for him, even something as ridiculous as becoming a public performer in an island where people detested her kind. Regardless, she didn’t care what others thought. All she ever wanted was to make her master happy.

However, toys do not last forever. People outgrow them, and in the end, get discarded. Her master especially had that habit. He would collect various “playthings” but then throw them away as if they were nothing. Crea was the only one who had lasted for more than a year. She has been with him for five years; though grateful for lasting that long, she grew more terrified each passing day. She had lived fearing what would happen if her master grew tired of her; and so she did her best at everything just so he would not discard her.

But that was all she could do.

She cannot stop her master from looking for a more “Interesting” toy. He had shown signs of neglect. He never smiled at her anymore, not even sparing her a glance. Even so, she still persisted.

One instance when she had returned home from a performance in which her master did not bother to attend, Crea hurried towards her master's bedroom, hoping to deliver the news of her success. She was used to coming inside his room without any formalities; but as she opened the door, she saw her beloved master with a woman she did not know.

Her heart felt as if it was gripped tightly and crushed, she felt so sick she wanted to cry...but she maintained her smiling face firmly and bowed politely. “Ah. My apologies, master. I didn't know you are having some ‘fun time’...ahaha. I'll take my leave then,” she said and closed the door with a teasing expression. When she closed the doors behind her, she cried.

Crea eventually found out afterwards that the woman was his fiance since long ago. That left her terribly upset but if it's for the sake of her master's happiness, she was willing to give up even her own feelings. Feelings she never had before she met him.

Days became busy as her career flourished, but she still made time to be with her master. Even though he did not need or want her anymore, seeing the man was enough to make her happy.

Crea began to accept things as they were but as a weird twist of fate, shocking news bombarded her supposedly peaceful life. She was accused of being a terrorist allied with the syndicate known as “BJBB”. It wasn't just her but a lot of rabbits were subjected to interrogation. And just like the rest, she was taken away.

Whoever accused her, whether it be a hater or that scorned woman, it didn’t matter. She thought it wouldn’t be a problem as her master would surely come and save her...like he always did.

In a POSRA branch, screams and banging resounded from an enclosed room at the end of the detention hall. Despite the fear and woe from all the ashen faces present in the room, Crea wasn’t afraid. As she waited for her turn to be brought to that room, all she ever thought was, “surely master will come.”

. . . but he never did.

Just as when she was being pulled by one of the POSRA officers for questioning, what felt like a strong explosion nearby shook the entire establishment. Thrown into disarray, she couldn’t make out head or tails in the thick smoke and fire; screams and gunfire merely drowned out by the ringing of her ears. It hurt. What she only felt next was being gently picked up by someone.

“Sorry for the wait, signorina.”

Crea didn’t know who this young man was but she allowed herself to be brought away as her consciousness slipped away.

When she came to, she had come to a resolution to join “BJBB” upon finding out most of its members were “discarded” individuals just like her. If she was to be with them, maybe, just maybe she can somehow get back at her master.

After all, she still “loves” him.

[MISC]

TRIVIA

• Since Crea still kept some of her ‘trusted’ connections she built up as an idol, she knows a lot, not just the juicy gossip about local and international celebrities, but also some political scandals which the regime is trying so hard to hide.

• When in certain missions with other rabbits, she can be a distraction, a very big distraction. With a set date and a few hours planning, she can easily set up a quick mini-concert with her band to get a crowd’s attention. This especially comes in handy when there are missions in the middle of a big celebration in Pearsons.

• Her patience rarely runs out but once it does, her proper-lady act will crumble and she'll become... the despicable bastard that she really is lmao

[RELATIONS]  

Kirsche: The BJBB member who saved her from getting interrogated by POSRA.
Crystal: This gloomy guy. She want to bother him every time (she wants to cheer him up)
Io: Servant. He's the only other person she views as a family (like a little brother though he's older.) She likes teasing him but she is also secretly very protective of him.

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anyways, ty to for helping me write stuff for this app xD, so I guess it's sensei now lmaoo