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Name: Rum ()

The meaning: I've been told it looks like a 'sad face' -- with two eyes, a pointy nose and a frown.

The definition: I define the pictogram as "lost in the stars"

Gender: Stag

Date of Birth: Unknown.

Personality: Rum could be best defined as just a little eccentric. His head is in the clouds, making him a general oddity to understand. He spends his time doing odd little activities for no apparent reason, yet he takes them very seriously. Though his moods can be a bit spontaneous, overall on his normal days he is a gentleman. Overly polite, he likes to greet everyone he meets individually and welcomes any company, often not even realizing if they are showing dislike to him. He has a tendency to forget what he's doing or say things that make little sense at time, all the while with a serene, thoughtless smile on his face. The best terms to define him would include; gypsy, daydreamer, absent, riddler.

Behavior: There are odd habits Rum has that may need definition...
- watcher - Rum is friendly but he tends to survey a situation before entering it, so often he'll find deer whom are awake but stand at a distance and carefully edge closer rather than blindly throwing himself into their games.
- temper - He has a short-temper in relation to inanimate objects and will often lower his antlers against rocks, trees, walls and even mushrooms. Especially if they happen to trip him or he runs into them himself.
- daydreaming - With a short attention span, Rum has a tendency to turn tail and run from an interaction for no reason other then he saw something interesting or thought of something spontaneous. More often then not, this lasts only for a minute or two before he comes trotting back to the friends he met as though he had never gone away in the first place.

History: There is, at this time, little known about where and when Rum appeared within this endless forest. He did not arrive as a fawn but one day was amongst the trees as a stray stag. He is a traveler not born from this wood but a stranger that has paused his gypsy wandering for a comfortable location that has perked his interest. His birth, family and intentions are all entirely unknown and it sometimes gives the impression he is actually in this forest for a specific reason ... one he keeps happening to forget.

Appearance(s): Rum favours several pelts...

• Miniature spell, deer mask, antelope antlers
• Striped pelt, deer mask, antelope antlers
• Full peacock pelt, antlers and mask

Locations: He has a kinship for some of the mysterious places within the forest, mostly the locations that implied of a civilization of sorts here prior to the deer roaming their home. He spends a lot of time around the broken ruins, almost seeking their respectful story. Also Rum likes to linger around the bridge over the river, a passage for strangers no longer seen. Lastly he has a fascination with the crying idol, the source of all water.

Likes:

• Herds and Stampedes.
• The return of sunlight after a weather change.
• The plant-life of the forest, especially posing for pictures with them.
• Rearing and hopping, trying to step on someone mushroom-spelled into a toad. Attack!

Dislikes:

• Spell spamming. He normally has his pelt the way he likes it.
• Halloween masks and fighting, they both make him cower.

Favourite Memories:

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Name: Elias Crowned.

Alias: Red Rum.

Location: City slums, District 14.

Age: Twenty-three.

Height: 5'2''-5'3''

Appearance: The last thing people would consider Rum is a "good looker". He's a classic redhead, with a disheveled mop of carrot-red hair and freckles all across his body to match. Often he keeps bad track of his shaving regime and gets a scratchy five o'clock shadow going. His nose is crooked, looking to have been broken at least twice, and he has a visible limp in his left leg that isn't enough to cripple him but on the worst of days has him fiddling with a cane. Rum has a wolfish, lanky frame that is quite skinny. Not all bones but he lacks the weight to be declared entirely healthy. His skin is particularly pale, and coupled with his albino red eyes, he prefers to avoid excessive sunlight for both reasons.

Piercings: All of his piercings are stainless steel. 1 hoop in the left nostril, 2 hoops on each lobe of both ears, 1 ball stud tragus in his left ear, 1 zig-zag bar industrial piercing in his upper right ear.

Tattoos: A black ink tribal stag on his upper right shoulder.

Usual Attire: Rum's style is a thin line between street punk and completely eccentric. He usually has converse sneakers with patched-up jeans. His shirts are a collective, though faded, array of bizarre word tees. He favours a beaten red flannel long shirt when it's chilly, but if it's truly cold he has a patchwork flak jacket he won't spare from the spotlight. Half the time, though, it looks like he dressed himself in the dark while half-asleep. He tends to toss on a lot of excess accessories; studded wrist cuffs, collars, thumb rings, and other arrays of strange thrift store jewelery. A common accessory he often brings is a pair of rose-tinted sunglasses, that help filter bright lights for his albino iris'.

Personality: With an appearance that makes people think of a 'rat', a thief or a never-do-well ... Rum is, in fact, a sweetheart. He can be pretty absentminded but aside from that he is incredibly laid-back and often puts the welfare of others before himself. He has a tendency to take in strays, and it doesn't matter if that means a cat, dog or person. He's seen enough fighting in his life to have long since grown weary of it, and while he's human and can have a temper himself, he normally is the person to step between a dispute and try to solve it before it comes something stupid. He has a humorous attitude and a kind of lazy way of facing the world. There's just too many problems to focus on these days, it's more fun to live everyday like it's going to be your last ... because sometimes you just never know.

Family: Rum's family pretty large and he only recently decided to stop living with them. Though his Father is deceased he still has his Mother, a step-Father and six other siblings (naturally, not including himself). Rum himself is only the second oldest.

Occupation: Currently he works part-time at a downtown coffee shop ("At the Corner"), and a few nights a week at a local bar ("The Sighting").

Likes:

• Horror movies, particularly bad ones.
• Sleeping, more often on a sofa then an actual bed, and usually during the day.
• Making friends, helping people, though sometimes there isn't much he can do but listen.
• Rock music, club scenes and staying up late.

Dislikes:

• Fighting, bullying, and needless trouble caused by aggression and arrogance.
• Liars, thieves and people who manipulate. Atleast be honestly dishonest.
• Bright, direct sunlight. He burns easily and it hurts his eyes.

Residence: When his Father passed away, his meager savings spread only to his wife and two oldest children. Rum's portion was enough to make was potentionally the most idiotic and bizarre of purchases: A small, decrepit apartment building. He calls it The Blue Tattoo and runs it like a crash-house. With advertisement casually scattered around, he allows anybody to take up residence for as long as they want without asking questions. It's considered neutral territory, a safe haven for anybody and for any reason. The only requirement he ever has is to meet a person first if they want a key to a room, otherwise just taking up residence in the lobby for a night or just wanting a hang-out during the day is rarely stopped.

The Building: Coming soon.