...me in The Endless Forest



M A R I E L L A
Is currently
offline

Mood
Okay

Place
The Ruin

Activities
Just sitting around and relaxing

Company
Some sleeping deer

Thoughts
“What a nice day...”

Plans
~ none





...myself



N A M E
Mariella

M E A N I N G
Italian diminutive of Maria

N I C K N A M E S
None, ideas?

T I T L E
None, ideas?

P I C T O G R A M
Clicky

G E N D E R
Doe

S E T
Real deer pelt
Default antlers with candles
Crying eyes mask



E Y E . C O L O R
Dark brown, almost black
(Hidden by the black holes of her mask)

D A Y . O F . B I R T H
09.03.09

A G E
ca. half a year in TEF member years

C O L O R
#BA480A
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V I D E O . A N D . M U S I C

Music (in the video) is “Mariella” by Kate Nash



...the ones who belong to me



P A R E N T S
Mother, trying to protect her rebellious child and bring her to the “right” ways of living
Father, deceased when Mariella was very young

S I B L I N G S
None

F R I E N D S
Doesn’t make friends easily.

T H E . L O V E
Not sure if she will ever love.

F A W N S
None.



...and my common behavior





M U T E
She simply refuses to say anything. She will sometimes use the call of her mask, but she will never speak.

S H Y
She tries her best, but she just isn’t interested in other deer, so she won’t act with them muchly.

D R E A M I N G
Her whole life is mostly in her own head. She often sits around or asleep while deep in her illusions of her living.

C L E V E R
Hyper-intelligent, though doesn’t really notice it herself. It’s just normal for her.

A B S E N T
Even if she’s interacting with you, she may be deep in thoughts and not even realizing what she is doing.

S A D
Often feels a huge desire in herself which she can’t name and which is making her very depressed at times. Who could ever tell her it’s the loss of love since she never really earned some.

S T Y L I S H
Loves creating her own set at times. May be seen with DOTD pelt, DOTD mask, skull mask, nightfall pelt, zombie pelt or zombie antlers.



...my favorites and my dislikes



L I K E S
~ Darkness, it hides ~
~ Her own world, she lives there ~
~ Silence, filled with the most thoughts ~
~ Graves, hiding those who left ~
~ Bats, so quick ~
~ Fireflies, so beautiful ~
~ Birds, such wonderful voices ~
~ Candles, small sources of light ~
~ Tears, beautiful form of sadness ~
~ Velocity, the BZD ~
~ Huge trees, they’re good to hide behind ~
~ The Ruins, peaceful place ~
~ The Old Bridge, strong connecting to the other side ~
~ The Crying Idol, forever crying ~
~ Thinking, it’s a good thing to do ~
~ Mysterious things, it’s what world is about ~
~ Riddles, something to think about ~
~ Black, like darkness ~
~ Her father, oh how she misses him ~
~ Her mother, if she’s not bossy again ~
~ Fights, they can be fascinating ~
~ The feeling of pain, it can be interesting ~

D I S L I K E S
~ When her mother is ordering her around ~
~ Too bright colors, they’re burning the eyes ~
~ Boredom, it won’t even let you think ~
~ Aggressive deer, so disturbing ~
~ People who think she’s weird ~
~ Hatred, so unnecessary ~
~ Stress, why not relax and make your life a happier one ~



F A V O R I T E . . .
. . . a n i m a l s
Bats
. . . p l a c e
The Forest – everywhere actually
. . . c o l o r
Black
. . . e m o t i o n
Listening
. . . t h i n g s . t o . d o . w h e n . b o r e d
Sitting down and relax
. . . t h i n g
The graves at The Ruin
. . . f o o d
Mushrooms
. . . d r i n k
Water directly from the Crying Idol's tears



...and what is still happening





H E R . S T O R Y
She was born in The Endless Forest, having a very nice and comforted fawnhood with her lovely parents. Being a quiet and reclusive child, she didn’t find many friends of her age and was a pain for her mother who’d have liked a funny, cute and openhearted daughter just like she was once. Her father was more like her, thinking his own thoughts, seeing his own things. She loved him idolatrously; it was a huge shock for her when he died. His last words were hers; she decided never to speak a word again and put on a mask that hid her beauty behind black holes and bloody tears and a white face like a dead’s one.
Her mother was frustrated; she wanted her child to be like the other female fawns, all girly and cute. But she loved Mariella too much to get too strict, and the girl had her own head anyway and already lived in her own world for too long. As her mother still hoped it was just the shock about her father’s death, Mariella’s thoughts about her own world has just begun. She started living an isolated, lonely life, and this is just how she still lives.



...how I appear in other worlds



T H E . H U M A N . F O R M
~ 18 years old
~ middle size (normal size of her age)
~ darkbrown hair; dyed black
~ darkbrown eyes
~ very dark make-up all the time
~ “emo” style; though on a very own way (she’s never hurting herself)
~ hyper-intelligent, though rather hiding her talent
~ character is pretty much like her deer personality
~ living alone in a flat in London, England
~ works as a book seller, is acting mute so she doesn’t has to speak

V O I C E
Never speaking

H A N D W R I T I N G
Clicky



...gifts for me which I love deeply
Thanks a lot, guys. <3