Harley, Rabbit in the Moon, Moon Bun
Currently human, formerly a god, formerly formerly a rabbit
Castaway/would be hero/do-gooder
Theme Song: The Moss - Cosmo Sheldrake
Harley is a young man perhaps in his late 20s, although his short height might make him seem less than that. He’s slim, with lean muscles and pale skin. A multitude of scars cover his body, old ones all over his back and new ones on his chest and limbs. What little body hair he has is white, and his head is entirely encased in a filigree rabbit mask.
Said mask is made of silver with elaborate golden etchings on it, and long ears that extend several inches above his head. The only part of him that can be seen through it are his eyes, which are a light pink in color. He typically dresses in whatever clothes are available. He’s not picky.
Harley generally comes off as quite laid back, going along with anything life throws his way without complaint. He has a strong desire to help others and make them happy, and will go out of his way to do so even if it’s difficult or unpleasant. Conversely, he also avoids anything that could harm others or make them unhappy.
However, this isn’t completely out of a true want to do good, but rather because of his curse (see history). In reality, he’s a rather selfish individual who actively takes joy in messing with people- or he used to be, at least. It’s hard to say how much of his current personality is put on to reduce his sentence, and how much of it is genuine remorse and growth. Is it the actions that matter more, or the motivation behind them?
Philosophy aside, it’s clear that Harley has a dark side that usually comes out when he needs to hurt people for the greater good (i.e. when protecting people or fighting evil). In these situations where he’s “allowed” to cut loose, he can enter a vicious rage that might be quite shocking to those who are more used to his usual chill self.
► SHOW SPOILER
Harley used to have godlike powers, on account of being a god, including but not limited to: flight, shapeshifting, mind control, and illusions. But now he’s just a mortal, and has no powers whatsoever, unless he eventually breaks his curse. Weeeellllll… maybe he's got just a couple.
High pain tolerance: Due to being unused to a mortal body, Harley experiences pain in a different way than most people. It’s just a sensation, and he hasn’t really adjusted to thinking of it as negative, essentially giving him an unlimited threshold for dealing with pain. This makes him immune to shock and physical trauma, and allows him to keep going past the normal limits of endurance.
The downside of this is that it doesn’t stop him from sustaining damage, and can actually end up hurting him more. Pain is a defensive mechanism that prevents you from taxing yourself too hard, and Harley just can’t tell when to stop. He’ll keep walking until he literally falls unconscious, or keep fighting despite life threatening injuries without realizing how careful he should be.
Doesn’t have to eat: Harley doesn’t have to eat. Pretty self explanatory, this is due to his mask covering his mouth. He can still drink due to small slits in the mask, but he also doesn’t strictly need to.
The indestructible enchanted rabbit mask that suppresses his godly powers. Nothing else. Well, he’s actually gained a spear recently.
► SHOW SPOILER
A long time ago, on a distant world, there was a rabbit.
This rabbit was very good at being a rabbit. It was fleet of foot, fast enough to escape any predator. Its burrows were deep and warm, and it fed well in the summer. It was the buck of its warren, and it kept its family safe. It was, in all ways, an exemplary rabbit.
One unlucky night, the rabbit was out after dark, rooting for tubers at the edge of a frozen lake, when a pack of wolves rushed silently out of the night. It ran from them, out across the lake where the cold moon shone down,. On this night, luck was not on the rabbit’s side. The wolves gained on it, and all hope was lost.
Until out of the sky, a figure stepped. It was the goddess Moon herself, and the wolves cowered in her presence. The rabbit, unafraid of her, ran to her for protection.
“Little creature, I have watched you for many years. Your fate is written, and tonight is your last. But you have lived a good life, a strong life, and so I offer you a blessing. You will be remade, not as a mortal but as a god. No longer will you play your tricks on hungry wolves. Now you will teach humbleness to Man, and instill their hearts with merriment and mirth.”
The rabbit bowed and nodded, though it scarcely knew what she had said. And with a wave of Moon’s hand, the rabbit was transformed into the Trickster.
Long did the Trickster hone his art, cavorting through the clouds. Long did he play jokes on mankind, teaching them humbleness. And long did he remain as a plaything and pet of the other gods, loved for his amusements but never given a true place among them.
Time begets change, and deep within the Trickster change begat wickedness. He became resentful of the gods who had given him this power but still saw him as a lesser being. This spite caused him to lash out, his pranks turning cruel. He no longer sought to teach, but to humiliate and frighten. He wanted to be seen as equal to the other gods, and no longer remembered his life as a mere rabbit. And one dark night, he chose to play a great trick on the one who had given him his power.
What exactly he did is not known, as the gods did not wish mortals to know the details of their anguish. But it is said that somehow he tricked his own creator, Moon, into killing her lover, Sun. When she learned what she had done, Moon wept bitter tears, not just for the death of her beloved, not just for all those who would suffer in the coming darkness, but for the betrayal of the Trickster who was like a child to her.
When the other gods learned what had been done, they burned with a righteous fury almost as bright as the dead Sun. They chased Trickster across the sky, just as the wolf pack had chased him so long ago. But this time, when he was finally caught, there was no one to come to his rescue.
The gods lashed him a thousand times with a whip made of stars, and condemned him to suffer eternally in a form both powerless and alien. They forged his powers into a mask that branded him as a killer, and that would forever keep him from escaping his fate. And they sent him down from the sky, to die on the ground alone and cold.
But Moon in her infinite kindness felt pity for Trickster, even then. And she gave him one chance to set things right. If he could bring a thousand times the joy to the world as he had brought suffering, then his curse would be lifted and he would be free once more.