Personality - Friendly
VERY friendly, Curious, Defensive, Rarely angry, shy (but later in friendship,can be very hyper), aware, and cheerful.
Disorders from birth:
-[Asthmatic]
-[A.D.H.D]
-[Schizotypal Personality Disorder] = Personality disorder that is characterized by a need for social isolation, odd behavior and thinking, and often unconventional beliefs.
Actions. 
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= Hello,want to play?
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= Follow me?
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= I cannot talk.
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= I lost my set, can you help me get it back?
+ + = i have to go 
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Mute's Best friends (Done by the amazing Munkel) (there are lots more, but there's only a couple in this drawing.)--
Origrins - Mute was born not releasing a single noise out from his vocal cords, note his name, Mute.
Mute never met his parents, he grew up by himself not knowing what the big world held in it's hands, not taught how to do certain things was intensely difficult. Mute, hungry, thirsty, and frightened .. finally gave up, sat down by a very old decrepit tree it seemed to have a safe essence , and managed the only noise he could possibly make, cries. Mute's cries could be heard throughout the forest as he awaited his imminent death.
All his power could not stop him from crying. Suddenly, the old decrepit tree began to glow a bright blue, the forest seemed to hum in return to the glowing spirit tree, a spectral figure walked out from the forest shadows, a tall spirit blue stag approached Mute, "Fear nothing child, for I am protecting you, WE are protecting you. Always."
The blue stag slowly walked through Mute and his own, small fawn body began to glow the same, spectral blue. Mute's cries evidently stopped as Mute slowly stood, somehow. On his way up his body had grown to transform into the exact same stag, his mind suddenly grew the knowledge to achieve most tactics in order to survive. Mute lived life on, like a usual stag would.
-The continued story of Mute, The Soundless Masquerade...-
~The Blue Spirit Stag and Mute's un-existing past~
"Fear nothing child...for we are protecting you...always..."
The Blue spirit stag comes along into the story right after the time Mute dies, The Blue Spirit Stag fuses with Mute, but the question still lingers. "Who is The Blue Spirit Stag?" 'What is it?'
The Blue Spirit Stag is a clutter of passed souls from Mute's family. Mute's family had and always has been cursed with soon death, Mute's family's souls have been formed into one spiritual stag form.
"Fear nothing child, for I (we) am (are)protecting you, always." echoed throughout every soul of the family, leaving Mute, the last and long living prophet of the family.
"He who experiences the unity of life sees his own self in all beings, and all beings in his own self, and looks on everything with an impartial eye."
Mute, right after he had been resurrected, began to wonder around this 'endless forest'. He passed a rock, a tree, two and fro, and began to notice, there were other life forms in this forest? Amazing, This new founded Blue Stag had announced loudly in his tamed thoughts. The stag trotted around the lake, making sure not to fall in so he kept his head always pacing from his forward and his left.
He suddenly jumped, hearing scratchy musical sounds erupt from his side and almost fell in, he peered around confusingly and did not see anything, so he started walking again, once more he heard the sounds and jeered his head straight down, he noticed he had stomped right next to a little bug-creature, it's dashing looking green hide covering it's soft insides, Mute crouched down low to see the creature and it made it's beautiful sounds once again by rubbing it's legs together. Mute's puffy tail started to swing as his ears perked up, his smile as well.
He loved this insect, he leaned down and it hopped on his antler, Mute almost fell over into the pond, but stood his balance. He and the insect journeyed around the forest, at times the insect left to eat and then returned, landing on Mute's antler with a plump tummy, it seemed satisfied with Mute and he felt the same.
One night it began to rain, Mute was so frightened by the cold splash down of these little darts, jetting themselves downward onto his pelt, that Mute had ran into the inside of a nearby giant tree. The insect, that Mute had soon learned, a grasshopper, shook it's small wings, swinging small droplets of H20 onto Mute's forehead. Mute's ears sprang up as he heard loud hums illuminating from the tree's inside. The Blue Stag almost fainted in beauty as the tree began to sing it's loud lullaby for the two dwellers. They both fell asleep.
Mute woke up to a sudden fright. The grasshopper had left him, he jumped up and scattered outside and slipped on the morning dew and looked up as he heard a loud hissing noise.
What he saw amazed him, there were thousands--maybe millions of the grasshoppers flying in one direction, he saw one take off course and head in Mute's direction. The grasshopper landed onto Mute's nose and nuzzled the area right above Mute's nose, letting him know that the little hopper did not leave without a goodbye and I love you. Mute watched as the green insect flew off into the distance of the other flying insects.
A tear met Mute's eye as he smiled, noticing the insect had left a small droplet of H20 on the tip of his nose.
After that day Mute had been exploring the bridge by the lake and the mysterious crying idol watching him from afar. He staggers, noticing the idol watching him and Mute trotted over to the depressed idol. He eyed it up and down. Suddenly a voice emitted from the idol.
"Hello."
Mute literally jumped a foot into the air and turned pale white, Mute looked at the idol and once again, it repeated. "Hello, are you alright there?"
Mute did not believe it, he was talking to a stone. "Maybe more than a stone?" He thought. Mute looked at the idol and expelled words in his mind. "H-H-Hello?". Mute replied, thinking it was silly that he tried, but as astonished as he reacted, it replied to him. "Blue Stag, are you alright?" Mute's ears perked up and he continued to reply to the idol as the idol replied back. He loved that he knew he could have a conversation with an inanimate object, or maybe more, it was.
Mute and the idol had talked each day, from that day, that is. One day, Mute approached the idol and noticed that there was a white,black feathered, and red eyed object next to the idol.
"It's yours, Sir Blue." The idol had many nick-names for Mute, this one had been used many times.
Mute peered down at it as it looked like the face of white hawk with black feathers and red eye shadow over it's tiny eye slits. The Mask emitted white and blue smoke and started to magically hover upwards into Mute's direction. Mute watched astonished as the mask slowly landed it self onto his face and the smoke erupted, sending a loud echo of a soulless sounding clang.
Mute held his head up high, letting out a breathe of air and looking down onto the silence of the stream leading from the idol, looking at his new improvement, the mask, the feathers slowly being blown slightly by the breeze. He noticed something else hanging from his neck, a string around his neck, with a small bottle with a droplet of water in it. The grasshoppers blessing.
Mute looked up at the idol, "Thank you, so much" he exclaimed.
Mute heard a lot more voices after then, the mask seemed to increase the power of his telepathic speech, he noticed he could talk to a lot more inanimate objects, more than the idol, like the trees, the pond, the dragonflies, and many more. Mute came across two large idols sitting next to each other. He noticed there was another deer there, with the features, Black and night pelt, that seemed to have a beautiful silk shimmer to it, stars and lines on the sides,Capricorn horns, and a beautiful Venetian mask. Mute was amazed, the deer approached Mute and Mute almost fainted, having not met another deer yet and greeted Mute, Mute replied by making motions.
The she-deer did not fully understand what Mute had meant and Mute gestured his head forward, opening his mouth, attempting to tell her that he could not emit a voice or noise. His head propped up and he blushed as he heard her giggle at Mute's gesture, he smirked as the bottle of H20 swung around on his neck. Mute and the she-deer had much fun each day and Mute's feelings grew each day, he soon fell for the deer. She taught Mute her name, Munkel.
Mute had figured that he wanted to keep his feelings to himself with little heartly nuzzles, trying to give little hints on how his feelings were with her, but he did know that, he and the she-deer, were best friends.
He knew this friendship would last forever. "Or maybe more than -- 'friends? " The Blue Stag wondered, blushing.
Mute, from that day, had met a lot of more deer from that day, some rude, some odd, and some very fun and exciting. Mute knew that everything in the forest had meaning, emotions, and spirits. He lives on, knowing he is friends with maybe not every deer, but every obstacle and scenery in the forest and he loved knowing, he was their friends as well.
Mute and Munkel are now a happy loving couple.
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I saw him today |D He seemed
Aaaw, Mute. <3 He still
~ Azugi
Mute is extremely shy some
I'm happy to hear you still
~ Azugi
Mute wishes to see you
.:Mute:.
Sorry I'm not in the forest
~ Azugi
ah,that's okay .:Mute:.
.:Mute:.
/tracking.
"We are shaped and fashioned by what we love."
Roo.
What a sweetheart~ Cute
I have a mute character, though not on here. My deer here doesn't often speak aloud, but for good reason.
I like Mute. :3
Thank you. I bet in return,
Tracktrack. :3 *hugs Mute*
*hugs Mute*
ah, that picto is very
he's such a cutie-patootie! -spasm-
Entumente, Very good. Always
Very good. Always brings a smile to Atvana's face, knowing that it is liked.
Thank you all for the
-Mute shyly hugs in return-
Awww.
Also, I like the new story.
Thank you. :
An intriguing story indeed.
Aaaw, don't worry about the
Mute would like that.
hopefully not Damien.
Yikes. Let's hope so, though
Very cute. :3
Thanks. x3 Short little story
Short little story though.
For editing, you can download
You get various brushes with it, and you can download others off the internet.
You also get various tools like smudge, which is good for fur. :3
Thank you two. Mute wants
Mute wants to know if your deers would like to be a part of Mute's friendship.
If I may be so bold, I don't
Your story-writing is interesting. I did find a few grammar mistakes here and there (I'm an editor by nature). I don't typically bring these things up because I fear offending someone, but you are level-headed and kind. I offer my services as a proofreader of sorts, if you'd like, over some other method of communication (e-mail, IM, et cetera). It's always best to have someone proofread ones' writing. I do it with everything, be it my stories, essays, or my novels (I actually have ten people editing my novel before I even consider printing it).
Just an offer. Really though, you should take that first bit out. It doesn't belong there. :3
<3
Of course Ama would!
That brought a tear to my eye
Mute is glad then, Ocean.
I speak but only the
Oh, another question. Would you like me to take the "siggy deer" of Mute that Adderskin made for you and make the background transparent, like I did to mine in my signature? Of course, to give you the file, like I talked about with proofreading, I'd need another way to contact you. And I'm not sure how you feel about that. :3
Serenai, I noticed I do have
In other words, people can read the beginning and see errors and later in the story see that there are fewer or none at all.
Oh, yes. I would like that.
I would like that.
Uhm...
You can contact me from my email.
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Ah, yes. I see the point in
Quite clever. :3
And I will go do that right now~ :3
It will be sent shortly.
Thank you. Alright.
Alright.
Hmmm, haven't received it
I got a phone call (that I'm
thank you. and farewell.
and farewell.
You're very welcome.
Still haven't received it
As I said on that email, I
*Skips away.*
Munkel quietly passes near
Indeed, I bet they would be
-Mute blushes and cuddles
Cute story. I love that
I like your writing.
Thank you.
You're very welcome. I still
I still haven't figured out how to get that silly icon to work. The method I found to get pictures to post more easily doesn't work. It made me sad.
I am still working on it, though! :3 By my own free will and stubborn behavior. >D
xD, Sorry to make you work.
It isn't you doing it. It's
It's my stubborn, remember? >D
xD Yeah.
Yeah.
Munkel is in the forest now