I NEED TO UPDATE THIS, SO FOR NOW PLZ IGNORE
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(btw, all my colors are based on this chart. Enjoy!)
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Two's Characters:





General Info:
Name: Itavera-

Representative colors: Pink, clear red, peach
About the name: Italian, 'ita' means 'thristy' and 'vera' means 'truth', hence his saying, "I'm thristy for the truth."
Gender: Stag
Age: In human years: 8 (fully mature, growing elderly but not quite there yet)
Set: Currently, Itavera is pelt-less, meaning you can cast whatever the heck you want on his him, with the fan antlers and real-deer mask.
Personality: Itavera loves a good laugh. He'll go up and talk to anyone, whether they're sitting alone or in a group. All in all, he's quite a friendly guy, come up and visit him anytime!

Social Info:
Mate: Does, that he's fond of, have come and go, but he dearly wants a permanent partner
Fawns: none
Family: original character:)



Likes/Dislikes/Favorites:
Place: All over the forest; he loves traveling. The only thing is he doesn't much like the playground or the birch forest :|
Shift: Rabbit, squirrel
Likes: Playing around with spells; hanging out with other deer; shapeshifting; showing off his funky moves;)
Dislikes: Deer who run away -coughcough- several of those mini deer>:[ ; when people don't reply to him or get awkward by just standing there ;-;







General Info:
Name: Tooa-
Representative color: Turquoise
About the name: Her login is 'two', because she's my second character (and i had no idea what to call her) soooo 'two' became 'tooa', after just adding an 'a' at the end...but i had to change the spelling or else 'twoa' would sound like 'twoh'...which sounds kind of retarded XD
Gender: Doe
Age: In human years: 3 (hind, still young, immature physically, psychologically, mature sexually) Her teen hormones...tisstiss
Set: Mini, starry-night pelt, golden butterfly antlers, fan or "hand" mask
Personality: Tooa seems to switch between calm and tranquil and hyper and groovy! Mostly, it's caused by her raging teenage hormones. Itavera taught her some of his dance moves, so whenever there's a mini-party, she's the star of the show. Tooa, as a fawn, was a calm, tranquil girl. Unlike Itavera, she was never the life of the party. Unlike most young bloods, she wasn't so jumpy, and just liked to walk. Now she ages into a beautiful young doe. She loves the squash game, and can often be found romping through the woods, sitting on various, random deer. She also enjoys playing with the other minis as opposed to the normal deer around the forest, as she feels more comfortable with them. Tooa was always a tough little she, but her sprouting hormones usually get the best of her, so, she can be a little bitch at the best of times. Despite that, she's a happy, easily-amused, neutral dame; always in need of some excitement in her life, be it drama or laughter.

Social Info:
Mate: none
Fawns: none
Family: original character


Likes/Dislikes/Favorites:
Place: She loves lying near (or on) the pond; in fact, if you see a random doe lying on a lily pad in the middle of the pond, it's probably Tooa xD. She also loves the area between the Ruins and the Pond, or the First Forest, because of all the mushroom circles and just the dark, peacefulness of it. She also likes the ABIOGENESIS statues, because they give her a black pelt if she prays to them (aka, normal pelt on mini deer).
Shift: She doesn't like shifting, one of the many things she's afraid of and/or is afraid to try:/
Likes: She loves walking on the water, although those days seemed to have gone with her fawnhood; strolling through the woods; just laying with the older deer (she likes to play-pretend that they are his parents, because she doesn't have any); chillin with others like her.
Dislikes: N00bs:( sorry newbies, that's just how she is, she'll grow out of it xD; the Ruins scare her, as well as the Great Oak, and she'll cower in fear at deer who hang out there; the idea of 'claiming' deer.








~every time Damaetas collects a trinket, it'll appear in this picture~

General Info:
Name: The Trinket Collector; Damaetas' picto
Representative colors: Brown, green, violet
About the name: Latin; the word 'dama' means 'deer, and the word 'aetas' means 'an age, stag, or period of time'. So, his name basically means 'the deer age' or 'the age of the deer'. 8D
Gender: Buck
Age: In human years: 2 years 4 months (buck, immature physically, psychologically, mature sexually) With his first rutting season coming up, his hormones are on fire right now o.o
Set: Peacock pelt, real dear antlers and Kabuki mask (see how he found his mask in EXTRAS)
Personality: Damaetas is a very down-to-Earth, very reasonable guy. At the same time, he's quite the wise, spiritual type; in so being, he makes a great companion and leader(obviously not leaderleader, but you know what I mean). As he comes to know the forest more and more, he enjoys spending time with the animals and mini deer, and is very loving and affectionate. He larger and has a heftier build than most(obviously not like Ashura, but he is a large deer), with shaggy feathers. He's discovered a trick, though; when he finds little trinkets laying about, he's learned to use moss to hang them from his large, white antlers. Hence the title 'Trinket-Collector'.

Social Info:
Mate: none
Fawns: none
Family: original character


Likes/Dislikes/Favorites:
Place: Damaetas prefers the most spiritual areas in the forest; places like De Drinkplaats, the crying statue at the mouth of the stream, and the twin, ABIOGENESIS, statues, and the Great Oak. He has also taken a liking to the Ruins, and the scarier creatures that hang around there don't frighten him; he finds it a fantastic place for trinket-collecting.
Shift: all animals:)
Likes: He likes running through the crying statue to become red and then getting a bunch of other deer to do so, shapeshifting at De Drinkplaats or after hanging out in a mushroom circle, and he absolutely LOVES stories, legend and myths, old forest tales, poetry, etc...In fact, very occasionally, he takes a trip to the Playground to see if any storytellers are lounging around.
Dislikes: Not many things; perhaps when a deer is trying to boss him around or tell him to transform them somehow. Damaetas is incredibly layed back, so not much can frighten him-only intrigue him. He's a curious fellow, which will mellow out with age and maturity.



Picture coming!
General Info:
Name: Cord-picto coming!
Representative color: unknown
About the name: He clearly got the name Cord from his freakin awesome picto xD
Gender: Doe
Age: -
Set: none
Personality: Cord is be a hardy doe, and quite a slippery hind, if you want to get your hands on her. She is tough, doesn't take crap from anyone, even fawns (she hates babysitting). She secretly does long for someone to break through her barrier and take her soft heart. Cord does and doesn't want companions; she's mortal, so it's natural for her to desire love and friendship, but she's incredibly fearful of being hurt, on the inside. This mostly comes from her unhappy past. Her mother was literally insane; she went crazy, following Cord's father after his return from a disturbing battle. Her mother also had exploding head syndrome, in which she experienced a tremendously loud noise as if from within her own head. The maniac banished Cord to The Endless Forest, where her mother had spent her, promiscuous, earlier years before escaping on Halloween night.

Social Info:
Mate: none
Fawns: none
Family: original character
Friends: unknown

Likes/Dislikes/Favorites:
Place: Cord prefers places near water; they remind her of her mother, before the dame had lost her mind. So she loves places near or around the Pond, the stream flowing into it, and the Ruins, for she likes to pray to the dead rather than the Gods. However, De Drinkplaats scare her, so she steers very clear of them.
Shift: none, they freak her out!
Likes: She likes gazing, for hours, into the serene waters, thinking about her past and, rarely, her future. It's not exactly a positive hobby, but, then again, neither is psychotically attempting to worship dead souls in the graveyard.
Dislikes: All life; she needs someone to show her otherwise as soon as possible, before she goes crazy, like her mother before her.



E X T R A S

Written by me, just a little story so I had a reason to actually give him a mask over those fine, dark blue feathers:

How Damaetas Found His Mask

For Itavera by GingerNut, in trade for a signature (thank you soooo much!):

Itavera - "The truth... I need to know..."

I lost my youth
Yet I thirst for truth
To be a slueth
And find the truth


He was getting old, and he knew it, too. Now mind you, he certainly wasn't old yet, but he was getting close. Everyday, it seemed as if the subtle stiffness of his limbs was becoming more and more prominent. The clock was ticking, and he had not yet found a mate, nor had he even discovered his own real identity.

A shame.

He had made a point, several times, in fact, that the truth could never hide from him. Yes, his constant prying into other's buisness was often rude, but at least he went about it as politely as he could. To worm knowledge away from the shy and insecure... Was that really evil? He never used the truth against others, he just wanted to know it.

Itavera casually strolled along the riverbank, his hooves gently sinking into the muddy, yet pleasently cool ground. There was a delightful breeze about the forest today, certainly a lovely change from the previous hot weather that they all had to endure. Most of the grass had turned brown, offering a sorrowful crunch each time a deer would happen to step upon it.

Of course he wasn't the anti-social sort. Oh no, of course not! He often approached whoever he could find, and whoever he could stumble upon often had stories to tell, and truths to be shared.

In fact, there was one now!

A young stag, a nameless, actually, lay against the Idol. He leaned against it, relishing the cool dampness of the stone. At the sight of the approaching raven-pelted stag, he stood and offered a delicate curtsey. "Good day, sir." he mumbled. "Care to join me?"

He didn't need to ask, for Itavera had already plopped down in front of him, wide eyes curious. Namelesses had always intrigued him, simply for the secrets that they held, and the... 'open' attitudes that they often had.

"Hello..." he smiled warmly, tilting his head and dipping it downward respectively. "You nameless deer..." he laughed softly, "Your lack of a name always has confused me... and intrigued me." he nodded to himself and looked the stag over. As all namelesses were, he bore no special pelt or antlers or mask, which was a shame, really. Another curious thing that Itavera always wondered about.

The nameless looked down slightly, as if ashamed of himself. "I do wish that I had a name, as all of my kind do." he placed his head down and closed his eyes slightly. "We are blessed with nothing more than a single day of ignorance, only to die as soon as we sleep." he gave the other, more regal looking stag, a sorrowful look. "You deer with names seem to live on forever."

Itavera simply stared back at him, the feathers atop his head drooping slightly. "I don't understand..." he mumbled, almost in frustration. "What is the Gods reasoning behind having deer such as you live for one day only to die in the end?"

The nameless merely smiled, and began to fade away.

"Only to be reborn..."

He dissapeared in a cloud of purple smoke.

The stag was silent for several minutes.

"But..." he murmured, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"You never told me the truth..."