Bonny Bell
Faceclaim: Krysten Ritter
Arachnophobia Warning
This character has heavy descriptions of spiders in the profile and in roleplay.
Pronouns: She/Her
Height: 5’9”
Build: Slender
Occupation: Back Alley Doctor
Apparent Age: Late 30s
Date of Birth: April 8th, 1986
Date of Escape: January 3rd, 2025
Description:
Mask:
Bonny moves like someone who has seen too much and has no patience for nonsense. She dresses in tight black jeans, old black t-shirts, and a worn-out blue jean jacket that has seen better days. Her heavy boots hit pavement hard, every step deliberate, like she’s always walking toward something inevitable.
She never hurries, never hesitates. Her eyes are piercing and dark-rimmed, making her look permanently exhausted yet hyper-aware. There’s something about her that makes people nervous but unable to look away. She smells faintly of old fabric and earth, like rain hitting pavement after a long dry spell. Her voice is low, steady, the kind that makes you listen. Some people think they hear things when she speaks—tiny whispers beneath her words—but when they shake their heads, it’s gone.
Mien:
Bonny’s body is stitched together with silver thread, faint gossamer lines running along her limbs and torso, as if she’s been broken and rewoven a hundred times. Beneath her skin, spiders move, their tiny legs pressing up against her flesh before skittering away unseen. Sometimes they crawl from her sleeves and weave webs between her fingers, only to disappear back into her body.
Her eyes catch the light strangely, making them look deep and layered, like a pit lined with golden silk. When she stands still too long, her shadow flickers, shifting unnaturally, as if something inside her is moving just beneath the surface.
Personality:
Bonny is quiet, watchful, and deeply tired. She cares for people, but she doesn’t let them in too close—not because she doesn’t want to, but because she knows what they’ll see if they do. She’s gentle but unflinching, her kindness pragmatic, never sugarcoated.
She doesn’t expect to belong anywhere. She gave up on that long ago. Instead, she wanders, stitching people back together, never staying long enough for anyone to ask too many questions. She never raises her voice, never rushes, and never reacts with surprise—like she’s already seen how everything plays out before it happens.
She fears the spiders inside her, even as she loves them. She saved them. She promised them freedom. But sometimes, when they crawl under her skin, she wonders if they whisper to her in a voice that is not entirely her own.
Keeper:
The Gnarled Old Crone – An ancient, withered thing of twisted roots and needle fingers, a master of unmaking and remaking. She kept Bonny as a pet, a prized spider, adored for her ability to mend the broken back together with silver threads.
Seeming:
Fairest
Kith:
Asclepian (The Healer) & Swarmflight (The Many)