His hair glows under a beautiful sun often as he usually sits under the great oak in the enchanted forest, telling stories and making merry with his fellow wabbits. Sometimes, very rarely, will the rays of the sun touch on his hair as to give him a kind of angelic glow, like that one would expect of the most beautiful fairie.

When he smiles, those around him feel a warm glow and now that his benelovance and kindness are genuine. He is also of the athletic type. Often he is seen around the bar of the burrow tennis club sharing his rapier wit with his fellow bar flies and other furry associates.

Wabbit is also one not to relinquish a challenge of noble and sporting merit. Often one will see the wabbit engaged in games of skill or intellect. Just last week, the wabbit was challenged to a game of fast liquid consumption, which he lost. But to the wabbit, it isn't winning or losing that is important to him, as last week showed after he had lost, he was not concerned about his loss as his full attention was focused upon attempting to get up from under the table, from which he somehow fell under.

But in all seriousness, the Wabbit is just a happy dude who tries to make as much as he can out of his furry little life. He is not handsome, nor clever, nor exciting. He is however honest in appearance and is a pleasant person to chat with as he is not a cruel nor mean bunny.