Wandering Upstart
Lexei - 18 - Male
A young, brash rabbit with everything to prove. Talented in the ways of magic, he's known to learn spells at first glance, or even intuit them himself. Carrying the burden of high expectations, he's apt to run ahead of himself in demonstrations; throwing safety to the wind by, for example, throwing himself to the wind in order to fly. Landing will come to him like everything does. At least, it had better for his sake.
One would think he would be dangerous, combining his eagerness to show his skills with his tendency to overdo things, and that might be true. Though, young and naive, he's straightforward to a fault. He often finds himself deceived and manipulated, somehow losing the upper hand he claims.
Instead, he's more a danger to himself than anyone else. Or rather, no less. There are times he's gotten himself frozen, thinking he could repel a monster's arctic blast on the wind and ended up making a frost tornado around himself. Or buried underground after chain-teleporting for the seventh time, just to prove he could manage the repetition. These aren't stories heard from him, of course. One wonders if he really does perform any of these feats free of supporters who might share their experiences...
His most common occupation is dungeon raider - the type to go it alone, claiming no one can keep up with him. At least a grain of truth resides in his assertion, considering his continued survival. The tales, on the other hand, inevitably seem fraught with what must be greater bluster and artifice the longer one listens. Matching claws with gryphons, diving into an active volcano, and posing a riddle a sphinx couldn't solve, the fire-headed lagomorph bested all sorts of trials and tribulations to hear him tell it. Even if he didn't have an answer to his own riddle.
The details are often foggy in that way. His sparse garb and lack of assets does his credibility no favors either; even if he never explicitly claims great finds in treasure, one would think he would have picked up some accessories to flaunt as proof during his adventures. No witnesses, either, almost too good to design - doing these things himself only made them the more tempting to believe are possible, even as they become implausible.
He carries a wooden staff he claims is an heirloom, but it hardly looks older than he is. Of this, he can be rather possessive, clutching it close when surprised and turning dodgy when asked about it. It looks as if he got it from a pawn shop, or maybe as discounted wares, and yet he remains so exceptionally and consistently guarded. One could be forgiven for flights of fancy into intrigue, like it was a replacement for a lost legendary staff or had cast a spell for eternal youth, only to end up becoming the target of the spell itself. Or, as someone with equal ego projection is often drawn to accuse, it being the source of all his magic...