Here you can interact with my character's in whatever way you please. If you want me to do the intro, than that's a-okay :3 Or you can do it~ Whichever you want. Click on the little circles to see that particular deer's bio. Though some of them still lack bios to speak of...
Peony (Deer only + Duel shared with thecapturedplanet) o
Nivea (Deer only) o
Sebastian o
Olay o
Aveeno o
Crystal (L'oreal) o
Turkey o
Debit and Credit
Malware (NOTE: Malware, while being a deer, will only interact with humans)
Irene Whittington (Human only)
Nippers Bartleby (Human only) o
GumStick/Carbunkle Warthom o
Demyx o
Italy o
Dante Alighieri (Deer only) o
Mick (because I like
The boy snaps his head up at him, almost as if he had been lost in a trance.
"No... I'm okay. A bit faint, but okay." he stared at him suspiciously. He certainly didn't look like a threat...
He gasped a little when he saw the pretty little blue orbs dance around him. Fireflys? Only fireflies were never blue... Were they? They seemed to give off a comforting feel... It was quite nice...
"What are those?" he asked him. Yes, what were they indeed?
The beast merely spouted
moments, minutes, time passed, he didn't keep track of how long.
"immortality is punishment?" lava bubbling over teeth as the words gurgled from its jaws.
"if the gods want you live' they make you live'" it rumbled, standing again, craning its neck down, eye to eye with the blood shaded eyes of the fawn, smoke that rolled in tendrils from the creature staining white fur in intricate patterns.
The head pulled back, spring coil tight.
"I will not be used to defy gods" it stated.
The voice was not loud, not firm, and yes, even still, some hidden sound beneath its surface, some, little tone clearly showed that his words were finale.
Rapheal~ The fawn waited
The fawn waited patiently as the creature seemed to mull it over. He wasn't surprised at his remarks, he had heard them many, many times before.
"Wise words, good sir, wise words indeed. It is nice to see such a devout deer running about." he thought ffor a moment, as if curious on what to say next.
"I do not live by these gods, though. A victim, you could say, from their irrationality." he cocked his head in question. "Would you like me to continue rattling off? Or will you help me?"
The being 'laughed' again. I
I not devout, not listen to gods always, sometimes, it is best he stopped to wheeze, great chunks of hardened magma and lava moistened ash falling from his weary jaws.
"I merely, refuse to be used" the lava dripped, and it flowed, about the fawn's hooves of shimmering gold it crept, but burn him it did not.
"Fire is no slave, but strong ally" it cocked its head, resting again, it was simply not used to these conditions, so much talking, he had never spoken this much in a month, much less a day.
a hoof dragged through the soil, the moss, burning it.
"you seem ungrateful, kill deer, punished by living forever in beautiful wood, I see not a problem it wheezed again, silent now, magma pooling around its body, gnawing at its belly until the skin parted to show flesh and bone beneath, though he did not seem to mind
Kylar smiled. The boy had
"They're lightning bolts, that i've shrunk, frozen, and turned blue," The blonde said with a smile, as though every person in the world could do it.
^^usual mick-length
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
Rapheal~ The pretty white
The pretty white fawn looked at the lava that pooled around his untarnished hooves. Such a look of intense longing upon his face! It was touching him, and not hurting him. He wanted to scream at it, but of course, lava does not speak back.
"You call me ungrateful... Perhaps you are right. I lived as a human, killed a deer to try to save my life, and died in the process, only to wake to this hideous prison" He shuddered.
"It is beautiful at first... but the charm... it fades away." He watched as it mutilated itself, uncaring. He had seen far worse...
Mike~ (Hokay, den ) The boy
The boy raised an eyebrow at this. Was he intoxicated? Certainly didn't look it... Not to mention, he looked too young to drink anyway.
"They look like fireflies..." he mumbled, more to himself than this strange boy. He decided to go along with it. It seemed best, anyway.
"I'm Bartleby." he said, always the polite sort. "Thank you for... uhm... the lights..." he found himself stumbling over his own words. He had never been good with people.
Mick. "They do, don't
"They do, don't they...hm I have an idea..what's your favourite colour?" Kylar asked with a chuckle. The blonde boy had the lights set at the exact shade of blue that made up his eyes, which was his own favourite colour, but since he was using some to make Bartleby warm, he figured that he should make them, the other boy's favourite colour. "I'm Kylar...Kylar Lerrielle."
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
The beast was silent, its
smoke, small tendrils, everywhere now, caressing the fawn, as if small hands, seeing him in a way the flaming equine could not.
"what use try to kill you, you not die if god not want" it rumbled at last, throat rending in two, great rivers of lava flowing from the new hole, esophagus and vocal cords hanging from the great wound, cooking, and finally blackening in the fire, they would grow back of course, eventually, everything always did.
"how pointless
Mick~ Okay, it was settled.
Okay, it was settled. This boy was clearly high on some sort of illegal substance. He would keep playing along, but only to keep his mind off of how physically ill he felt now.
"My favorite... color?" He didn't really have one, did he? He had never had the time to things like that. He mulled it over for a second.
"Red. I like red." It was the first color that came to him. And why not? Red was a nice color, Indeed...
Rapheal~
The fawn watched as he broke down, intrigued.
"What causes your body to deteriorate so?" his voice was cold and unfeeling, if this thing would not eliminate him, then he would get answers from him.
After all, he had told him of his perdicament, why couldn't he?
Josophine was walking down
Again the large horned horse
"This body is but flesh and blood" it rasped, "no stronger than thine own torrential flows of lava ran down his pelt of black, cascading over the remainder of the nearby grass, a catastrophe in miniature.
"it grows back, but it must die to become new such a complex reply to such a simple question, the workings of the world were indeed strange.
Faunet~ (Y, ello thar. I was
The boy flinched a bit in reply, a new wave of nausea sweeping over him. "N-no... I'm alright. Just a bit ill, that's all. I'm okay" he was talking as if to convince himself, rather than her.
"I'll be okay in a... a little while..." Well, maybe not really...
(It's ok ) She raised an
She raised an eyebrow he seemed to be talking in circles."What hurts "she asked more seriously
Rapheal~ The fawn watched
The fawn watched the lava gently flow down it's back, oddly entranced. If only it were on him.
He found his pretty white body almost coated in soot. Not that it mattered though. He was all the more curious now, his wanted death temporarilly forgotten.
"Is the pain numbed? Or is it something so usual in your life that you forgot what else to feel?" He wondered, was this... thing... cursed as he was?
Faunet~ He was touched. Such
He was touched. Such kindness! She reminded him of his sister, so loving...
He shuddered a little at the question. "Uhm... Everything... It's okay though, I'm often sick. You could say I'm used to it now." A weak little chuckle escaped him.
"Is there any medicine that
Baw, I'm heading off guys.
Ah yes, and sorry for my constant screw-ups with your name, Mick. I'm so awful with names... I'll get it right soon!
Kylar turned the bolts of
"somehow i didn't think youbelieved me," he muttered cheerily yet not gloatingly ot condescendingly.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
It smiled that should not
that should not have been plausible with such sturdy, skulled lips, but he did, somehow, smile.
"it only hurts in my throat it rasped, another mouthful of heated magma spilling over the edges of its skull to pool upon the forest floor beneath him.
everywhere else, no longer feel pain when touched by fires it explained, watching Lava ebb and flow around the fawn, warm but never burning, charring leaves and young grasses in its wake.
and in turn the ash would melt into the ground, and soon enough, better grass would grow.
And in this way he was both life, and death, most horrible destruction, and wonderful creation
Mick~ Bartleby screamed in
Bartleby screamed in surprise when red lightening came down. Why wouldn't he? He clutched at his chest, almost gasping for air. It was never good for him to get startled.
"Yes... I do... I do think I believe you now..." he took few deep breaths, only for another pang of nausea to hit him. He tried to focus on the lights floating about him. They were a nice point of interest, and he soon found himself once more entranced by them.
Faunet~
The boy shook his head. "I am... Too far gone for human medicine to help me." He looked at her with a sad smile. "Ah, I'm sorry for dumping all this horrid stuff on you without even introducing myself. I'm Bartleby"
Rapheal~
Even if it filled him with longing, the fawn was almost pleasently soothed by the molten rock flowing about him. He lifted a hoof and noted that the lava did nothing to it. He felt almost as if he were in a dream.
"I am... I am sorry." Yes, it was needed. "Being a human once, I had a schema for something that could mercilessly kill" he smiled.
"I guess I was wrong."
It's ok she said giving him a
Faunet~ Bartleby just
Bartleby just smiled back. How polite this girl was! So much like his darling sister... Hmm... If only Jergens could be this nice. But then again, Jergens wouldn't be Jergens if he was nice all the time. He chuckled to himself.
"I'm sorry that you have to be bothered with someone like me." he frowned at little, playing with the hem of his shirt. "I guess you could call me the delicate type."
Don't worry about she said
Faunet~ Bartleby flinched
Bartleby flinched and pulled himself away from her. Polite or not, the girl was an 'outsider'. He could talk to them now, but he was a long way from being able to pat them on the back or even shake hands with them.
At home he was arrogant and assertive, but 'outside' he was nothing more thana typical sick boy.
"I'm afraid that won't do any good." he laughed nervously, trying to shake it off. "Most of my illnesses can't be tracked by my temperature." The 'Blood-thinning sickness' was a prime example of this, but he wouldn't tell her of that.
Sorry she said retrieving her
Faunet~ He noted her change
He noted her change in face color. Hm, she didn't LOOK like the type that would take advantage of him. So many people, men and woman would come up from the 'outside' to meet either wanting only marriage or even just sex.
So many women had asked for his hand in marriage. After all, why not? He was, apart from the ashen grey skin rather good-looking, one could say. He had always rejected them though, but why?
Well, there was always Jergens, Bartleby knew that he liked him. Was that why?
It was more than likely.
"It's okay." he reassured her. "I accept my life, short as it will be." he smiled. Choosing to ignore her fancying him was probably the safest bet.
Josophine looked at him with
Faunet~ He noticed how she
He noticed how she turned her head away. What a caring person... She had only known him for ten minutes and already she cared so much...
That was rare, indeed.
"If I was die right here on the curb. Right now, then I would accept it." he smiled. "To be able to not feel pain anymore... That alone makes me happy."
When he mentioned pain she
Faunet~ He raised an
He raised an eyebrow. "I'm glad... that you understand." So many people would have said something along the lines of "How could you just give up like that?" or "Don't you like living?" Of course the answers to these questions were always so obvious.
"I would be a little sad though. My goal is to reach twenty, you see. Only two more years to go." he smiled.
To live in pain is a life of
Faunet~ "Very ture. But I've
"Very ture. But I've known no other feeling in my life. According to many, it's a miracle that I've lived this long." he chuckled gently.
"I guess if I knew what life without pain was like, I would agree with you." he tapped his lip in mild thought.
No human can live with out
Faunet~ He tried to look
He tried to look anywhere except her eyes. Eye contact with 'outsiders'... it would be long before he could do that.
"Of course. Everyone feels pain. It's the only way we know if there's something wrong with us." he twiddled his fingers, enjoying the small comfort they gave him. "My problem is that there's always something wrong with me." his voice was emotionless.
She noticed he was
Faunet~ He looked down for a
He looked down for a moment.
"No..." he finally said. "My disorder is completely uncurable." he looked up, watching the cars and buggies go by.
"When I bleed, the blood never stops flowing. I live a dangerous life because of that." he he grinned darkly. "It didn't help that I was born premature and sickly to begin with."
"I guess that would not
Faunet~ Bartleby wondered
Bartleby wondered off into his own thoughts. It felt good to talk about this, even if this girl was a complete stanger.
"My parents died when I was very little." he mused. In a way, he felt bad about dumping all his troubles on her. But it felt like a great weight was being lifted off of him.
That, and it made him take his mind off of his discomfort.
Now I only have my sister... And the three other people that care about me." Well, one was a deer, but whatever.
She remained silent she had
Faunet~ He raised an
He raised an eyebrow. What about her? Did she need to make herself feel better as well?
"I've vented at you enough now. Would you like to me what's troubling you as well?" he asked politely.
No no thats quite all right
Faunet~ He wondered if she
He wondered if she was lying. Oh well, no matter. He guessed that not all people enjoyed ratting off to stangers. "If you're sure..." he muttered, more to himself than to her.
"No, I don't think I have much else to say reagarding my life. That's all there is to it really..." Besides Jergens, but he wouldn't want to talk about him, anyway.
"At least yu have those three
Faunet~ "Four." he corrected
"Four." he corrected her, a little more than defensively. Not one of them could be left out. They were all equally precious to him.
"Surely you have people that care about you, right?" he wanted to worm her story out of her. Partly out of guilt and partly out of curiousity. All of the 'outsiders' stories interested him.
Gypsies even the ones that
Faunet~ He looked at her,
He looked at her, reallu fully looked at her for once. Yes... she did seem to have some gypsy-ness in her (was that even a word)? He didn't meet her eyes, and doubted that he would anytime soon
"What is it like?" he simply asked. Whether she would tell him or not was her choice.
"What is what like"she askd
Faunet~ Ah, confusing people
Ah, confusing people by linking his own thoughts and his spoken words together. Bartleby tended to do that a bit.
"Being a gypsy, I mean..." he mumbled, a bit ashamed of himself for asking outright. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." he quickly added.
I was abandoned at a young