"I am a blue Silver Bunny, similar to a silverback gorillia, except I'm a bunny and blue, what makes me a silver bunny is that my hands, my feet, my back, and segments of my face have silver hair streaks. My story is extremely hard, I live on the planet of Hatholoma, the planet all killer bunnies and silver bunnies live on. My planet ruled by a king that was more of a glorified executive branch where while he still had the supreme rulings, he could never make the laws, only decide if they were going to become a law or if they shouldn't be one. Our executive branch was a judicial and executive where the "president" had to be born by the "president's" family to ever be one, it was basically a king or queen that was the executive and Judicial branch head, regardless our king made a mistake, one that however was not of his own doings, he had fallen ill and they assumed he might die, so they put his son in charge until further notice, that mistake marked the beginning of what seemed the end, his son, passed a law the king would never have, not because it was wrong, but because while it seemed like it might help our economy, it doomed us to oppression, suppression, and somewhat of a great depression, while yes, it brought new jobs, it also made most people's survival based on if the corporations that were now allowed in our planet, were feeling generous for wages, because if not, you would end up with such a little amount you wouldn't survive, because you couldn't afford to eat. I had a best friend, his name was Jack A. Rock. He was the nicest person you'd ever meet, he had the kindest soul and sought to make peace between the corporations and the King. He tried his hardest, and if there's anything I have learned, the corporation's will seemingly go along however if they have any shred of a doubt that your plan or deal will have any negative impact such as possibly minimizing Prophets or stopping them from their main goal of being as rich as possible while harming the economy of the Common Man Who Cannot undergo the thought or process that they do in other words they will break you till you are incapable of working cuz I could care less for your life they only see you as a number of a worker that they can use until they want to dispose if they want to lower how much money they put into their workers they will and if your peace deal or any deal whatsoever would stop and being of the ability to lower your worker pay till it's less than even a nickel then they would rather see you die my friend died buy a supposedly "rogue" mech suit Who's AI support, malfunctioned crushing him by "mistake". His death was claimed as a "unexpected tragedy" and without him the peace deal was lost, I took it upon myself to enact Revenge on the corporations. Over the span of two years, I had given up what made me the most special of all of bunnies on my planet, I was the last one who was neither a hybrid nor in any way a cyborg or some combination of inorganic and organic, material. I made my left arm and my eyes cybernetic. My legs heavily augmented, so while my legs and feet looked completely organic, they had a subdermal armor, made of carben fiber sheets, that blocks all heat and projectiles from damaging my legs. My ears augmented to allow detection of sounds from miles away and use those detected sounds in a way that I have a GPS leading me to them. My ears also still looked organic. My now cybernetic left arm carries a sword inside, the blade heats up as well, the purpose is to cut and melt through metal as there are robot guards, and have the ability to cauterize any wound it makes on a organic, thus preventing bleed out, however the shock of pain from the heat will cause the organic it's used on to pass out. It also has a repair tool, a syringe filled with a green liquid used to repair and heal tissues of organic variety. The liquid also regenerates inside the syringe as long as I have a drop left in it because it uses nanobots. My blade can also electrify. While I want to enact Revenge for my best friend, I want to as little lethal as I have to be, a sort of way to honor how he never wanted to someone to die, while he was also against violence, sometimes... Sometimes, violence must be done, to show that actions will have consequences. To think... To think that people were happy at first, but after a week, that happyness would turn sour as the corporations took advantage. I was always so sure it'd work out thanks to my best friend, he convinced me that it would work out because there would be someone willing to risk it all. I thought that was him, but after spending so long, destroying the corporations and putting my life on the line, I have realized, it was me, I had lost my best friend, and in response, I had risked all I had, my Friend, was the only one that had ever, ever even tried to care about me, my family died in battle defending us, defending our planet, and I was left alone, an outcast, without a family, without people who would love me, care for me, I was a nobody, anyone that would care for me was either dead, gone, or didn't exist. Then my best friend came along, persistent and annoying, yet he was caring and loving. I even had plans to possibly date him." Julius said all this to an interviewer who had asked him to explain why he took to be a vigilante, though he had the King's support. Julius was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and green jeans. He had a look and tone of seriousness.
