Cherriane

Cherrie is a charming, hyper and sassy bunnygirl vampire. She's described as bratty yet down-to-earth, often sharing her experiences and bantering with her chat. She's humble and loving, and secretly loves dad jokes (even though she denies it). She likes to remind her community that she is the princess type, and likes to lobotomize them if they forget!

She loves a good challenge, and her Aussie accent becomes a lot more charming when she opens up her favorite rage games!

Being in her world means that it feels like it's always a party! But her part vampire side makes her nocturnal, with a deep love for the quiet and peaceful when she is in these moods.

Cherrie, a small, white-furred bunny, was born in a little bunnyden nestled within the meadows, frolicking through flower fields and spending her days with family. One thunderous storm left her stranded in a garden of hydrangeas during hide-and-seek, injuring her right foot in a fall into a ditch. As dusk fell and the dark clouds swallowed the sky, she struggled to make it back to the hollow. Instead, the storm swept her from her family and into the unknown forest beyond. She hopped helplessly, squeaking for her companions.

A pair of red eyes peeked through the canopy... and she knew she was being hunted. She blinked. Bats screeched in the distance. Wounded and trembling, she closed her eyes and accepted her fate, succumbing to the pain overtaking her small body. Yet despite her certainty that this was the end, her eyes fluttered open of their own accord. She dragged herself across the damp forest floor, refusing to give up. Minutes, or hours, or days blurred together. Whatever power pushed her forward, it was stronger than the pain. She had to find her cozy den again.

Stumbling back into the meadows, Cherrie encountered a rundown building she had never seen before. Broken neon lights flickered against remnants of glitz and glamour. She felt drawn to it. By now, she was physically crumbling, accompanied by a deep, soul-crushing hunger that felt carnal. This would be her refuge, she thought, just until she regained her strength. Injured and exhausted, she huddled in an empty box outside, her wet fur her only other shield against the cold. When she awoke, the storm still raged and she was freezing. In frustration, she kicked the box, only to find herself in humanoid form, a large scar circling her right ankle where the injury had been. Panicked, she wandered inside in a near-frenzy.

The building was an abandoned casino. Roulette tables. Chips. Endless bars. The next morning, snacking on cherry buds at the meadow’s edge, she studied the colossal structure from afar. How far was she from home? This place couldn't have existed in the past, or surely she would have heard of it. Stranger still was her reflection; pale skin, a new figure, and... fangs! Her fluffy white bunny ears and tail remained, but little else of her former self survived beyond memory. Wrapping herself in her long hair, she eventually found a pink-and-blue bodysuit in what seemed to be a showgirl’s backstage parlor.

Days passed. Cherrie devoured the casino’s guides and game pamphlets, sampled aged wine, jumped at the bottle pop of champagne, flipped through magazines of burlesque dancers, and finally returned to the parlor with a vision. If she could not find her bunnyden, she would lure it to her instead. Inspired by the bodysuit she now donned, she dyed her hair in streaks of light pink and powder blue, and spent weeks preparing the Bunny Casino for its grand reopening. Her rising fame brought all kinds of customers. Non-bunnies paid admission in blood, and those who were bunnies were recruited. Success glittered brightly! But not all that glittered was gold... As her domain flourished, her vampiric curse proved unyielding and relentless.

By night, Cherrie became dealer, showrunner, and MC at the Bunny Casino. At dawn, she ventured into the forest’s belly in search of a cure. Sometimes she nibbled cherries to quiet the hunger, other times she hunted wandering humans for a fuller meal. Yet wherever she stood—beneath neon lights or shadowed trees—one truth lingered in the back of her mind: she had to break this curse before she ever found her real bunnyden again.

Cherrie is a bunnygirl cursed with vampirism, leaning more into her bunny side than her vampire side as she likes to seem unassuming. Her color-scheme consists of pink and light blue with shades of white and black to accompany. She loves the Y2K aesthetic, incorporating it with the cabaret style, as well as drawing inspiration from the Jirai Kei ("landmine") subculture — heavily inspired by the forms of media she consumed whilst sifting through magazines!

Cherrie has long white hair flowing down below her knees, with light pink and light blue highlights, accompanied by her signature preferred hairstyle of twintails tied by her bunny ears. She loves pink flowers and pink cherries, with costume wings added to the back of her bodysuit. Cherrie also wears a pair of heeled pumps. Her bunny tail is not visible from the front view, though it is why she prefers her bodysuit to other outfits as it gives space for her bunny tail to wag and move dynamically as she does.

• Cherrie's preferred flavor profiles of food is savory and sour.
• Favorite food is chicken.
• Her favorite coffee is an iced latte.
• Her favorite music genre is pop (hyperpop, electropop, etc.), EDM and hardstyle.
• White and milk chocolate are her favorite variants of chocolate.

• There are currently 6 or 7 levels of the bunny basement. There is also a dungeon.