UNDER CONSTRUCTION, but updated





Name: "Owl"... well, that's what everyone calls him, anyway, if they see his mask. His trade-name is "Otus the Carver." (Oh-toos) His real name that his mother had given him was Asio (Eh-see-oh). Only a few people can call him that, and if someone he does not know steps outa line and does call him Asio, then he will be very upset and let the offending deer know his real strength. Oh, do my antlers start'ta set to itchin' if I hear young'uns callin' me by the name Mother gave me... don't they know to respect anythin'?

Nicknames: Fawns call him "Papa" and some deer call him "Maskmaker" or "Tree-carver" if they don't really know him well.

Species: Endless Forest Deer with the soul of a long-eared owl as his guardian.

Occupation: Mask maker of the forest.

Age: As old as the forest is old. Nursed the huge birch trees as a young buck. If anyone ever gets to measure his antlers, we will know. I am bout as old as 'at giant of a Birch over there.

Mask: Owl/antelope (no suprise there)
Pelt: Noh
Antlers: Long antlers

I want to fly. I want to soar again in the vast expanse of blue... bob and weave through the branches of tall tall trees. I want to feel my silent wings once again cut the air to ribbons as I fall from dizzying heights, only to end the life of a mouse or hare that caught my large moon-like eyes.

I want to cry out and have the world hear me. I want to be able to hear the pattering beats of a mouse's heart as it skitters over the leaves below. The feathers on my back, I want to hear them rustle as a re-situate my wings. I want to call in to the night, hearing my call returned by the sounds of frightened animals.

I want my wings to spread out on either side of me. Why do I have to walk....on four hooves....with you? Why do I have to be caged here, tethered to you like a hunting bird?

I wish to set you free, and yet I wish to hold you to my side forever.

Owl just can't let go of his Guardian's spirit. He would rather fall off a cliff in to a pack of hungry wolves than lose the spirit, he often says. Slowly, the spirit is becoming a part of him, just as he is getting more and more reluctant to take off his mask.

Appearance: Owl is an ancient, shaggy-looking deer who seems to have no muscle, but it's just tightly-wound. He looks to be perpetually molting, his fur hanging in clumps and discolored by a little sap and dirt, and bits of tree bark can often be found in his fur. It is a rusty orange, with a black underfur that peeks out the bottom of the mats of fur that sway when he walks. Though he looks old and half-starved, he carries himself with the pride of someone who has lived beyond his time and can still fight for his life. His face is very commanding in expression, deep blue eyes showing his happiness and work-ethic constantly; all the while laughing in their sockets, wreathed in wrinkles. His long- single-tined antlers are golden with age, and curl up at the ends. This is from a genetic mutation that caused him never to grow tines on his antlers. It might be helpful in his line of work, but he still looks rather odd, wouldn't you say? They are rather hard, stone hard... hard enough to cut stone! His mask is made of a single piece of bark that he carved and stripped from a tree one day, and it happens to still be alive and growing in to his face. It twines in his fur and is becoming a part of his skin, just as his occupation is a part of him. If you ask, he will say the process is not painful at all, but it often is itchy. Until he is through, though, a pair of strips of his own, woven fur tie it to his antlers. His scent is that of the forest, the smell of sweet tree sap, fresh-cut wood and grass, warm and inviting.

Personality: Just because he talks to a guardian spirit in his head does not make him senile. He is a very level-headed beast and loves to help others, often making the forest's masks. Sure, you thought the mushrooms did it, didn't you? Well, you were very wrong. He spends half the day carving the masks for those spells from the giant birch trees and taking them to the deermuda triangle to be turned straight to spells. Do you know how hard it is to get raven-feathers for those birdie masks? Very. He is so old, that he nursed those great birch trees from saplings. This gives him a warm, welcoming personality. He has an especially soft spot for fawns, and will often give them masks to wear if there is a spell-spot nearby or if he has a mushroom on him. Basically, he is the grandfather of the forest.

Common actions: Can often be seen lowering his head at trees (Sad emote or lowered-antler emote) This can be construed as him carving and working.
Moo+Bow+head-tilt is a usual greeting
Nuzzling is his way of being affectionate.
circling around a doe is flirting, he does that often though he is old.
He'll romp and play, hopping and leaping around with a deer
Sad+laying down is a sigh of tiredness, and will not mind at all if you lay with him for awhile. He may even tell you a story.
Nodding while in your personal space is often grooming
shaking his head "no" while standing head-on with you is him reprimanding you for whatever you did that angered him. It is best not to do it again or risk a sound whooping.


Owl's history.