SOUL


appearance: X

name: Stormy (Storm for short)
_{named by fishbiscuit <3}

name meaning: Named for her palette and fluffy fur, which resembled storm clouds to her mom

stage: young adult

sex: female

species: deer

race/breed: mixed

scent: damp tree bark and grass

size: #12

voice: soft and quiet, shaky when she's nervous (which is often)

traits:
-insecure, -untrusting, -clumsy
~shy, ~formal, ~cautious
+patient, +compassionate, +careful

genesis:

Born in the Forest, there always seemed to be something "off" about Stormy to her family. It wasn't too noticeable then; she came into the world a little small and round compared to her siblings but it was nothing too concerning. As time passed, however, the differences became more apparent. She wasn't growing as fast as her siblings, nor gaining as much strength. While they were frolicking in their playtime, meeting other fawns and improving their strength, she was resting in the grass, nibbling on flowers in peaceful isolation. Her mother often scolded her for being lazy and antisocial, though the fawn simply didn't have the heart to go out and meet others, insecure about how different she looked from the other fawns she saw, including her siblings-- already pretty and lean, or impressive in some other way, with tall growing legs. She, on the other hand, remained short and round, not at all as fast or graceful.

She tried meeting others on occasion, sometimes following her siblings out on adventures to meet friends and play. Unfortunately, her short size, chubby form, and clumsy nature slowed others down quite often; many didn't hesitate to express their exasperation. This irritation quickly turned into verbal hostility from some, which caused Stormy to further shy away from going out to develop her social skills, especially since her family failed to offer much support (though she rarely vented to them).

Other than the occasional teasing she received from others (some light-hearted, some cold), which fed her growing mental and physical insecurities, her childhood remained mostly uneventful. Storm made some friends on occasion-- fawns she assumed took pity on her-- though she often ended up pushing them away with her self-doubt and social awkwardness. She hid behind her mother during walks through the Forest. The runt of the litter hopelessly watched her siblings grow into beautiful, strong adults, quietly wishing she could be like them as she struggled to find her own courage.

When it was time to leave the nest, her siblings and their friends went out into the Forest with their heads held high; their strong legs pushing them forwards in literal leaps and bounds. Meanwhile, she was dragging her feet, afraid of facing the world, making her way to the tall grass where she could hide and graze in peace.

HEART

She's close to...
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She currently likes...
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She's currently curious of...
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She is wary of...
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She hopes never to run into...
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by Honeybean


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