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BJBB: Kirsche [Spades] by hen-tie BJBB: Kirsche [Spades] by hen-tie
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▌ P R O F I L E


“ C h e r r y ”
    [ B A S I C ·  I N F O R M A T I O N ]
    Name : Kirsche Cinque
    Age : 18
    Birthday : May 5
    Breed : Mini Rex Rabbit
    Height : 5’7” ft
    Weight : 110 lbs
    Profession : Spy | Hitman
    Rank : C-Violet
    Card Type & Number : Five of Spades

    [ W E A P O N S ]
    [ Giant Scissors “Cutter” ]
    ✄ Cutter is a set of giant scissors that is capable of cutting almost any material with sheer precision.  The two blades can also be detached and used individually. The weapon's blade is made out of synthetic diamond chips at the cutting edge and nano-fiber covering a composite titanium frame. This makes the weapon weigh just over 8 pounds despite being 1.5 meters long. The weapon has its roots from which it is derived from a hundred years' development of exoskeletons. Advanced servos specifically tuned to Kirsche's muscles enables the weapon (in its scissor mode) to extend or clamp naturally.  Lasers at the scissor joints track the current rotation of both blades and compensates itself to achieve the desired force intended to be delivered, making the weapon capable of cutting almost any material cleanly. This weapon was developed by GiA, the brigade's resident mechanic and engineer, and is only at use on hitman missions.

    [ School Supplies ]
    ✄ Regular school supplies that seem to be deadly in the hands of a skilled hitman. They prove to be very useful since most of it isn’t usually detected as a weapon.

    [ I T E M S ]
    [ Cellphone ]
    ✄ A smartphone that is used to contact his parents back in Italy and his classmates in school. It seems to have many games and drawing apps in it.

    [ Beanie with Pin ]
    ✄ A hat he uses to hide his ears. It was given to him by someone who seems to be fond of bears.


▌ P E R S O N A L I T Y


[ Amiable | Empathetic | Passive | Plainspoken | Furtive | Astute | Delusory ]

Kirsche is very caring and understanding towards others, though too caring that he tends to often forget his own well-being. Despite seeming passive, he tries his best to make it apparent that he cares. In truth, he just stays quiet because he finds it difficult to speak when it came to trivial matters. Although, he is normally talkative when drawn into a conversation with someone, often saying things frankly when giving out his opinion (he really means nothing ill if ever he offends someone). Despite being very kind, if his job in the brigade is at risk, he will put his own feelings aside to accomplish his objectives…including taking the lives of others.

Kirsche was once a very carefree and naïve boy, not because he lacked intellect but because he refused to accept that ‘bad things’ happen. He changed after being in the brigade for two years. His childlike nature, which includes his habits of speaking in third person, has been reduced to nothing but a façade. He doesn’t want the people he cares about to notice the change in him, and thus he’ll always try to smile for them so they wouldn’t worry. Having lost so many friends along the way either because they left or disappeared one day, he had grown to cherish bonds in fear of losing them someday. Because of that same fear, he chose to avoid creating such ties with strangers because, for him, the fear of losing them weighs more than the chance of becoming friends.

    [ L I K E S × D I S L I K E S ]
    + Sweets (especially cakes)
    + Cherries
    + Warm things
    + Family
    + Friends
    + Company
    + Learning
    + Drawing
    + Training

    - Bitter things
    - Loneliness
    - Unfinished homework


▌ B I O G R A P H Y


❝You cannot protect yourself from sadness…
…without protecting yourself from happiness.❞

– Jonathan Safran Foer

S O M M A R I O

Kirsche was born in Southern Europe away from the populated cities so that he could live peacefully. He constantly changed homes before he finally settled in Italy for many years. His parents were former BJBB members who eventually decided their son should join its ranks just as they did. With the help of an old friend, they sent their son to Pearson City through one of Volkov’s luxury cruise ships. From there, Kirsche persevered as a hitman-in-training within the brigade. After two years, he finally became an accomplished assassin of BJBB. On his third year, he changed professions and became a spy upon a trump’s advice.


Ⅰ. F A N C I U L L E Z Z A
The rabbit and the white stork


In the far south of Europe, a baby’s cry was heard from inside a very humble home in the countryside. A baby boy was born; and because of the mother’s fondness with cherries, she named him “Kirsche”. Kirsche grew up with very loving parents; they provided everything that he wanted and made sure to give him the care and attention he needed. He was happy throughout the years and though he loved them back wholeheartedly, he never understood why he was different from them. They neither had furry, long ears nor a fluffy tail like he did; even the people in their neighborhood. He couldn’t help but think that the white stork made a mistake of delivering him to his parents. To stop the boy from pondering further, he was assured by his mother that very difference was what made him special, and so the white stork didn’t make a mistake because they loved him the moment they had him. Even though the boy was happy with the things said, somehow he couldn’t be put at ease. If his ears and tail made him special, why was he asked to never show these to others?

When Kirsche was old enough to play outside, he met children who became his friends and playmates. Eventually, these children found out about his secret and loved him even more because of it. They thought it was cool and adorable since it complimented the boy’s features; they thought his ears looked like angel wings especially when he flapped them. Kirsche became happier, sadly his time with his friends abruptly ended one day. They were to move somewhere far away. He wasn’t told why but he obediently packed his things and left with his parents. As he looked through the window of the city bus, he faintly saw his old home on top of the hill…and it was burning. He didn’t know why but he felt his chest hurt upon seeing it. It’s as though his precious memories of that place burned along with it.

Years passed by and Kirsche's life was peaceful and happy despite moving homes often. But upon living in Italy, his parents were stricter in keeping his secret and this allowed them to stay in Italy for the longest amount of time. He lived like a normal child—going to school, making new friends, and attending kid’s birthday parties. It was always that way until he reached the age of twelve when his parents began to teach him how to fight and defend himself. The boy had a difficult time when handling certain weaponry; strangely enough, he seemed to possess an uncanny proficiency with improvised ones such as school supplies. 

On his 15th birthday, Kirsche was gifted very special looking school supplies, his first phone…and a ticket headed to Pearson City. The boy was confused because there was only one ticket and neither parent had one at hand. He was told that he will be moving out without them. Of course, the boy questioned why they couldn’t go together as they have always did.

“Mama and papa couldn’t come with you this time, my figlio. Remember what I said about you being special? We used to be special too until something bad happened to mama and papa… Please understand,” his mother coaxed as she gave her usual gentle petting.

“You’re a big boy now, Kirsche. Just remember everything that we have taught you. We know you’ll be able to take care of yourself,” his father said.

Kirsche couldn’t understand the expressions they had on their faces; even if they were smiling, they seemed sad and worried. The boy could only give a reassuring smile that he understood. The next day, he left with his luggage and exchanged farewells.

“Ti amo…mama, papa.”



Ⅱ . B R I G A T A
How to train a rabbit?


With the help of his parents’ friend, Kirsche took a luxury cruise ship that had the name ‘Volkov’ on it. During the three-day trip across the ocean, the messages and calls his parents sent him were the only company he had; everyone else aboard were strangers who were ‘special’ just like him. Though he didn’t see their faces, it felt as though he was still talking to them like he always did. This was the only solace he had for being alone for the first time.

Upon arrival the boy couldn’t help but be alienated and lost in the urban jungle called Pearsons. He was only left instructions to look for an organization his parents used to work for; it was called ‘Black Jack’s Bunny Brigade’. If it weren't for his mother’s voice from the phone, fear threatened to take over. With his mother’s prowess in intelligence assessment, he safely arrived to the brigade found on the isolated portion of the island. After being registered as a member, Kirsche then met up with his two instructors his parents had arranged for him to further his training. He later realized that the training he was given all those years was to prepare him to become a hitman just like his parents.

Weeks passed and the boy resided in the brigade as a hitman-in-training. Despite the gaping difference in culture, some rabbits became his friends and the boy was overjoyed with that. He no longer had to keep his ears and tail a secret; he felt free. Eventually, he grew fond of one of his instructors. He was really different from his parents—Eight was irritable and short-tempered, he was strict with his diet, and he always brought him to different and usually scary places. Even though he was like that, Kirsche cherished him as a ‘padrone’ because he had been like a big brother to him all those times. It was as if he had a second family especially when he met Mei, Aster, Felix, Lea, and Euca. He was happy and he continued training under the tutelage of his instructors for over a year…until they both disappeared one day.

Kirsche was neither angry nor disappointed because his training ended; rather, he was disheartened with a parting without farewells. Instead of getting upset, he simply tried to understand that maybe, just maybe it was for their own betterment. It was okay. It was alright as long as it would make them happy…but he couldn’t deny the feeling of abandonment. Because Eight had mattered more than a mere teacher, it hurt. The bitterness and loneliness got to him especially when the other brigadiers he befriended disappeared as well; as for the remaining ones, they simply no longer had time for him like before. And before he realized it, he changed.

“Kirsche wants to go home . . .  ”



Ⅲ . A L T E R A R E
Because it’s needed


Worried for their son, Kirsche’s parents had him enrolled into a prestigious high school in Pearson City so that the boy could continue his studies…and possibly live like a normal boy if he wished it. Again, the condition was to once again keep his ears and tail a secret since he will be among humans again. Enrolling the boy was to keep his mind on other things, a distraction. With the help of certain connections, it was made possible with secret arrangements with the school admin and some forging of documents. Though to the parents’ surprise, the boy still wanted to press on and become an official hitman. They were happy with the news, but at the same time reluctant as they do not know if this contracted, cruel fate was meant for him.

They eventually sought help from Euca, an old friend and veteran member of the brigade. She became Kirsche’s new instructor upon accepting. The boy had no qualms with the decision laid out for him since throughout his stay, Euca had been like a mother to him—something which he had greatly needed at the time. He eventually adjusted entirely to his new lifestyle; juggling school in the morning, a good lunch and walk with Mei in the afternoon, and either homework or training with Euca at night. His outings and training with Euca were really different; initially from inanimate targets to living things in the latter. Kirsche found hurting others cruel even if they didn’t finish them off; accepting such methods took time. Then he thought if he couldn’t even inflict mere hurt, how could he become a true hitman? When their targets have progressed to humans, everything became different. When things went too far, he had no choice but to take someone’s life that one night.

“If Kirsche hadn’t, Miss Euca would’ve…”

It was the first time the boy killed a human. The sensation of having been stained with someone’s blood was too much guilt for him to bear. The boy cried.

Days passed and he accepted what he had become, a hitman. Though he had already taken the lives of many others after, the morbid impression of the first never left him. He knew this was bound to happen the moment he had trekked the path of a hitman, a murderer, though he couldn’t shake the guilt eating at him. He wished that person consoled him and told him everything will be alright. Though Euca was an important person to him, still, she wasn’t his padrone.

The boy always wore a smile and no tear was shed since then. He continued with his life as a student by day, a hitman by nightfall.

He was happy…?



Ⅳ.  C A M B I A T O
A new start


Several teenagers in academic robes cheered as soon as the ceremony ended. They graduated high school. They all had genuine smiles on their faces as they stood amongst their friends and family…except for one lone boy who stared at his phone. His parents didn’t even congratulate him.

Kirsche wanted to believe that things would be better after the entire brigade moved headquarters. He spent more time with his friends, he earned promotions, he saw Eight come back for him, and he even finished high school with honors…and yet why couldn’t he say he’s happy?

His parents suddenly stopped messaging him ever since his 18th birthday. Kirsche didn’t know why but he was worried that maybe something bad happened to them, or perhaps they’re just busy and he was being paranoid…or maybe it was their turn to leave him too. Whatever reason it may be, he waited and waited for his phone to sound that particular ringtone.

After several months passed, it never did.

He never felt so alone. Day after day, he stared at his phone that failed to give him the notification he wanted. His missions in the brigade then served as a conduit of his feelings; and blood would then pungently stain his white clothing. One day, he was asked by Mei to change professions, preferably a spy so that he could mentor him better. Reluctantly, Kirsche agreed because it meant they would spend more time together…having failed to notice it was requested out of concern. After all, he was at the brink of losing his “humanity”.

Little by little, he worried less when in the company of his friends. Despite some of them having a much higher rank than him, they finally managed to find the time to hang out with him again…probably because there was a lockdown going on the brigade during that period. Regardless, Kirsche liked it. As soon as the lockdown was lifted, he entered a college where he took Multimedia Arts as his course. He went through the “normal” procedures as usual, though this time without any help from his parents.

Maybe it was time to accept that he’s on his own now . . .


▌ M I S C E L L A N E O U S


[ T R I V I A ]
  • Kirsche has an Italian accent though it is not very noticeable because he's soft-spoken, especially since his scarf muffles his voice.
  • He has a scar on his neck. He doesn't hide it as much but he will get bothered if someone were to stare at it.
  • When he is happy, his ears flap up and down like wings.
  • He always has rosy cheeks because of his complexion.
  • He tends to talk in third person and rarely refers to himself as “I”.
  • He always brings back cake or creampuffs to share.

[ R E L A T I O N S ]
  • Eight : “Padrone”. He was one of Kirsche’s instructors. Kirsche always thought he had a strange name but couldn’t comment since his own family name literally translated as ‘five’. Despite wanting to be happy with his return, he doesn't exactly know how to feel about it.
  • Reizo : “Maestro”. He was one of Kirsche’s instructors who most likely left the brigade with his lover to start a family. Kirsche simply hopes for their happiness.
  • Mei : “Sorellina”. A cherished friend and closest to family, also the spark plug to loving creampuffs. Kirsche and Mei often walk home together after school.
  • Felix : “Mutandine Ladro”. One of the first friends in the brigade who has a strange obsession with girl’s underwear. Kirsche and Felix are roomates.
  • Euca : “Mommy”, as what she asked him to call her. Kirsche’s current instructor who’s really like a mom to him.
  • Aster : One of the people who takes care of him in the brigade. Kirsche loves the cakes he makes.
  • Sven : A triangle-loving rabbit who teaches and helps Kirsche in his homework.
  • Diesel : Though he was the first to teach the meaning of “dying” rather harshly, he became an important person to Kirsche. He was like family along with Dew and their children. Kirsche hopes they are doing fine.
  • Gage : A very foul-mouthed rabbit who he bumps into very often in the brigade prior to disappearing; though upon returning, he seemed to have become so dejected. Kirsche worries and tends to him on his spare time so that he'll recover quickly.
  • GiA : He's a strange bunny who seems hungry all the time. Kirsche feels he has to buy more cake for him after school and he's thankful to receive “Cutter” from him.
  • Lea : A very tall rabbit who sometimes takes care of him. Kirsche feels he could relate to him the most for some strange reason.



Thank you HamCrumbs for helping me write the description of his giant ass scissors and Kanlamari for watching me suffer draw and write this app and read my shit.

EDIT 10/14/14 : Finally revamped this underappreciated baby. Updated with new bio chapter. Forgive the writing, it's derp writing at 5 am//will fix later :iconlazepoolplz:
BJBB: Kirsche V3 by hen-tie

BJBB is having an opening now and my boy needs more friends so apply for Spades! Hope to see you guys apply. :iconallmytearplz:
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ElenaMegan Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2014  Student Digital Artist
OH NO

OHNONONONONONONO 

BISHIE KIRSCHE- CMERE, BBY!
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hen-tie Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2014  Student Digital Artist
//gives him to you :iconrlytearplz:
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ElenaMegan Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2014  Student Digital Artist
//squeals as I cuddled Kirsche
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Yuzexion Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hnnngh--Kirsche :icontuzkiblushplz: He's an adult now :icongtthplz: 
He's so precious//strokes face
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hen-tie Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2014  Student Digital Artist
he's still getting there :iconlazyweepplz: //strokes u too
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Yuzexion Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
By the time we know it, bby Kirsche will be 21 Ran Crying Icon //tries to imagine that
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brimochi Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I swear your bunnies get sexier every time you update them <33 //hit
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hen-tie Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2014  Student Digital Artist
that means they were blessed with good genes then :iconmanlytearsplz::iconsparklesplz://smacked
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bente36 Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2014  Professional General Artist
AAAAAaaahhh :iconmaniacscreamplz: Kirsche bby is panty thief not enough for you //smacked 

I wanna know what happened to his parents and I hope Kirsche will cheer up aaahkasldjasld QuQ

I should seriously finish revamping my babies but weak art stamina //vibrates
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hen-tie Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2014  Student Digital Artist
when is it ever enough--//smacked with

Well, time will tell :iconlazyweepplz:
And this is why Felix and Kirsche needa spend more time together :iconokayfaceplz:

//casually passes some of my HP//dies
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