Pierre, known as The Runner or The Rabbit, is a criminal outlaw known for moving fast.


A rake who still has some honorable traits.



Joined the rebel groups right after her and seems to be close. They seem to have pursued a relationship.

Project GoalEdit

Subject was self directed in seeking out surgery from back alley doctors.[1] He is roughly eight feet tall with hard eyes.[2]

Expiration DateEdit

None beyond old age. Original work is pretty bad, necessitated later work to make it more aesthetically pleasing.[3]


His modifications gave him a very disconcerting appearance.[4] This was improved on later, marginally.[3]

Before being discarded all together.



Was a criminal.


Was sprung from prison by some kid.[5]


Got some upgrades and possibly a girlfriend.


Came to see Shirley at the town she was stationed in.[6]

A lanky white haired man was seen at the reception for the lord king.[7]


  • His name is french equivalent for Peter which means rock.

References Edit

  1. Lords, even Pierre was a terrible sight to behold. He was a hack job of academy science, straight out of a nightmare, and he wore it with pride.

    And… potentially blissful lack of awareness? - Excerpt from Dyed in the Wool 12.6
  2. Lords,“Perfect,” I said. “Said family includes the young’uns?”

    "Said family includes the young’uns,” the eight foot tall rabbit with the burning eyes told me.. -- Excerpt from Dyed in the Wool 12.5
  3. 3.0 3.1 "We’re doing quite well,” Pierre said. With the abundance of focus on the cosmetic, someone had tended to his head, and he looked far better. Still ghoulish, but better. - Excerpt from Dog Eat Dog 18.4
  4. “I want to see the rabbit you’re talking about,” she said. “Who gets very easily offended. I’m imagining something adorable.”

    I thought of Pierre. Adorable wasn’t what came to mind. The head that looked like a badly taxidermied rabbit head, expression that of a rabbit mid-stroke, eyes bugging out, the sheer height of him, and how it all made him an eerie figure…

    “He’s a good friend and an excellent messenger…” I said, trailing off. I tried to think of a way to put it politely. Pierre was a friend, but he was a queer one, and I didn’t like to talk poorly of friends, in case it got around to them. Especially when it came to dealing with more sensitive recruits, who would hear me say something negative about one person and then imagine me saying things about them behind their backs.

    So, how to say that Pierre was a bit disconcerting, without calling him disconcerting? How did I outright reject the notion that he was ‘cute’? - Excerpt from Bitter Pill 15.11
  5. Dyed in the Wool 12.1
  6. Epilogue 2
  7. Shirley was present, too. The woman had made herself mayor of one of the cities to the west. The Lords and Ladies had recently made her an aristocrat proper. Shirley was in the company of a lanky, white-haired man, with a cast to his features that suggested they had been provided by the Academy. They were close. - Excerpt from Epilogue 4