Hyacinth
((*picture forthcoming...Eventually.
Doing some small revamps and eventually adding a picture. I feel bad for neglecting her...))


Gender
Female

Age
Vernal

"Disability"
As further explained/explored below, she is entirely mute, although her hearing and understanding of words are fine.

Family
None, though she would love to have some

Special Friends (not like that, ya perv!)
Aaren
Blackhoof
Toukan
(She would always love more)


Appearance
Hyacinth is a a slight and slender doe. There's something awkward and fluttery about the way she moves, but there are hints at a delicate, doll-like grace to her. She has big, sad eyes the color of a new spring leaf surrounded by pale, thick lashes. She is most often in the Great Argus pelt, fond as she is of the shimmering gold and the paint-like touches of blue on the face. She wears the Golden Butterfly mask less for any aesthetic reason and more because it's her favorite of the masks she can stand to hear roar. The purple flowers hanging from her antlers have particular clusters dangling on each side of her face like bangs or earrings -- she's had a life-long (multi-life-long) fascination with flowers, and the purple looks the best on the bright sky blue of her bare antlers.


Personality
While not necessarily a shy doe, she is a meek and quiet one, easily frightened by bright light and loud noise. She's willing to approach and befriend other deer with happy ease, but prefers not to participate in large groups if she can help it. She is nervous about showing affection, since she's worried about being rejected. As easily scared as she is, she is just as easily pleased, though her pleasure is that of the soft, rolling giggle when she laughs and the gentle, shy smile when she does not. Sometimes, she seems just as inclined to be frightened or scared of being alone as she does being in a large group -- when she's been frightened off by a lot of roaring or the divine pelt, she'll try and stick to a safe distance and wait until it looks like it's safe to come back.

She is still a curious and somewhat adventurous doe, favoring small adventures and curiosities to large ones. She enjoys doing what little tricks she knows, but is just as happy doing simple things, like just hopping around. She has some trouble regarding not sticking her nose into whatever catches her eye, which usually scares her, so you have to wonder why she does it. She seems to enjoy hiding a lot: not with the intent of not being seen, but with the goal of not being seen clearly, or being able to observe or surprise, as she wishes.

She is entirely mute, although her understanding of spoken language is just fine, she herself never speaks. While this may be an ailment of her body, she seems no more inclined to writing her messages out, making it much more likely that her silence is a symptom of an illness of her heart.

She is prone to small waking dreams and nightmares, sudden, distant fantasies drawn so near they become truer than the world around her. These moments cause her to drift away, triggered by very small things around her. When she re-focuses on "reality," she is sometimes very sad and very frightened, or else prone to random laughter.


History
While she does not have much of a history in the forest, she does have one from before the forest.

Once upon a time, there was a young flower nymph (though she had been a young flower nymph for a very long time), who was one day captured by a human magician who wanted only one thing from her: her own immortality. When she refused, he began his work for the next few decades: making her want to die. There is no abuse she did not suffer at his hands, until at last, beaten and broken, she gave him her immortality, merely so she would not have it anymore. On the verge of death, however, something (whether it was the Twin Gods or some other pitying spirit remains to be seen) scooped up her soul and remade it into a fawn, bringing her to the forest.

She doesn't reveal how much of either what she has lost or what she has endured that she remembers, though she didn't recall these things as a fawn.

She made a few friends in her early fawnhood, but spent a lot of her late fawnhood in solitude. As a result, she's still a somewhat immature young doe.

Fun Things
+ Flowers of all types
+ Hopping, walking, and running around
+ Dancing
+ One-on-One or One-on-Two time with other deer
+ Interesting things
+ The default antlers on the Great Argus pelt
+ Water
+ Little animals
+ Feeling safe and warm
+ The sound the big oak makes
+ Places she can half-hide, like reeds and willow tree branches and tall grass
+ Editing pictures for her journal

Sad/Scary Things
- Being alone
- Another deer roaring up close to her (exceptions: Golden Butterfly Mask roar, Skull roar, Crying Mask roar, Beluga Mask roar)
- Running away because she was scared
- Being Spellspammed, or Spellspamming in general (individual spells, or spells one-at-a-time are OK)
- THE DIVINE PELT.
- Feeling crowded in
- Being alone


This is her acting color. Its code is #CD96CD