Age: **** fuck you

Species: mutated human emphasis on the mutated part

Gender: female if my large pair of tits didn't give it away.

Sexual orientation: Bi yeah baby

Height: six foot two yes, I'm a tall bunny

Bust size: big

Biography: A-

Ok, busty bunny girl Jasmine here, hello, I'm the girl in the above pic and, due to being displeased by how META2012 wrote my biography, I've decided to sack him from that job and do it myself. Don't worry, he's fine. He's just getting smothered by Sofie and her sister's breasts.

So, first of all, we will ignore everything about how I became what I am now. All that forced mutation stuff at the hands of the Committee is not something I want to talk about or have someone else talk about it for me. Also, fuck those Committee Meta's, they can go fuck themselves with a red hot Nine Iron.

Anyway, after all that bullshit and genetic experiments, I was turned into an unkillable sexy bunny girl, because my body can recover from any damage it suffers from Deadpond style, minus the cancer.

Oh yes, I can't say pond, pond, POND! That thing you swim in that is not a pond or the sea. Or strike, I can't say strike-. That thing that happens to you when the blood supply to part of the brain is cut off. I can't say that either, and I don't know why.

My ability to regenerate from any injury doesn't do me much good as most of the time I'm reduced to a red puddle/Swiss cheese/smear/bones due to how powerful the weapons the people I normally fight are using. But I don't mind it that much, being a living 'look at me, I'm a target' doesn't bother me that much. Might have something to do with my lack of pain receptors and the inability to feel fear.

And before you ask, yes, the bunny suit is stuck to my body, I can not take it off without it repairing itself.

Character adopted from  jonfreeman

Jasmine belongs to me. Usage of her without my permission will result in an orbital bombardment onto your face via railgun (cost permitted).