Sarah the Rabbitfolk

Sarah was always the ambitious type, who liked to get stuff done and had an odd skill of putting discarded materials to some use. Because of this she had an esier time getting along with her elders than those her own age, including her older brother Mason. 

Sarah was usually friendly and calm with only two exceptions, in the presence of hights (she's deathly afraid) and when her left eye was brought up. Did it hurt? Was she born with it? Was it a scar? Truth be told, the young rabbit folk had no way of knowing. She tried to forget about it and ignore the questions and comments, until an incident in her early 20s.

Her home was a peacful village. Sarah had always felt safe. So when she was face to face with and unknown bloodthirsty beast, no one could have possibly predicted her to slay it almost effortlessly, nor for the markings on her face to shift. She was left with questions. Questions she couldn't stand to remain unanswered any longer. All she knew was she wasn't going to get answers within her village.