Recent Activity
Scented the Big Zombie deer in the forest; felt a wave of emotions toward the beast. Went to the Crying Idol, finding his 'father' asleep near it, surrounded by dozens of deer. Thought it was okay to expose himself, and danced with Flyleaf and a couple other deer. Was excited by all the zombie activity, having not been the only one with his inerds hanging out. Met Tandem, relieved that he didn't retreat when he approached the crow. Sat down a little ways from his 'father', staring at him with his emotions running rampant.

Mood/Feeling
Loathing, curious, loving, hating, relieved,

Current Thoughts
You...you turned me into this...vile beast...but you also know what it's like, to be like this...although, the others will have a chance to turn back to their normal selves, while I'm stuck like this forever..and it's all your fault.....but you're also my creator..and it was me that did this to myself...are you really the vile beast I think you are, Father?

Stats
~ Mental: 88%
- Physical: XX

~*Tenroe*~
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~Voice~
Speaks in: #5C5858
Sounds like: Flint Lockwood (Bill Hader)

~Appearance~
Skull mask, zombie antlers, zombie pelt
Bright blue eyes

~Species~
TEF deer/zombie deer

~Age~
Immortal

~Gender~
Stag

~Orientation~
Bisexual

~Mate~
None
Who could ever love an ugly beast?

~Description~
Wary - Longing - Paranoid - Depressed - At times self destructive - Craves affection
Gentle - Compassionate - Affectionate - Protective
- Will be less hesitant to approach those who look like him (skull mask, zombie antlers, or pelt)
- Is simply, for lack of a better word, a walking corpse. His insides are deteriating, all except his brain and lungs.
- Nerve cells dead; will be numb to any physical contact, including attacks. Face is the only place where live nerve cells still thrive.
- Will not die if internal organs are punctured (which shouldn't be to hard, considering the fact that they're exposed in certain areas).
- Only way of dieing is through severe head trauma. Even though he's made many attempts at suicide, he is afraid of causing head trauma due to the risk of going blind, or any other severe cases, since that would make his "life" that much worse.
- Human face behind mask.
- ^ Mask is removable, but can't be left off for more than 3 minutes. If so, his face will feel as if it's on fire, burning from the outside in; complete agony. Will only stop once the mask is put back on.
- Sensitive about the smell he gives off, which smells like rotting carrion. Will roll around daily in flower patches, trying to mask the smell.
- Cursed.

~*The Past*~
One foggy night, the little fawn, Tenroe, was walking around the forest with his three friends, searching for the almighty, king of zombies. They had never seen him before, and were determined to seek him out this time before he vanished for yet another year. Finally, they had found him, sleeping on the flat platform at the Ruins. They stepped tentively up to it, watching him as he breathed. One of Tenroe's friends dared him to cast a spell at him, in the hopes of waking him up. Tenroe refused multiple times, but finally gave in, not seeing any hope of getting out of this one. He stepped up to the nearest tree, and tore a few mushrooms away before swallowing them. He then walked back to the monsterous beast before him, and then lurched his head forward, the yellow glow issuing from his temple, and illuminating the surrounding atmosphere before colliding with the zombie. However, instead of sinking into the zombie, it bounced back, and hit Tenroe with so much force that it sent him tumbling backward. When the light had vanished, there lay not a regular, tan-spotted fawn, but....The three other friends issued screams of fright as they stared at the living corpse as it shakily got to its feet, and stared at them with wide, blue, sunken in eyes, not knowing why they were screaming. But before he could ask, they had turned tail and ran..ran as far away from the hideous creature as they could get.

..All they are is dust in the w i n d..

Still confused, Tenroe trotted back to where his mother had been before he left with his friends. Once he found her - grazing by the poppy patch - he went up to her to tell her what happened...but before he could say a word, she screamed at him, and snorted in his face.
"WHAT ARE YOU?! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
"But, Mother! It's me!"
"NO, GET AWAY FROM ME, FOUL BEAST!"
She had lowered her head, herding the terrified child away from her before spinning around and bounding off, tail held high. The fawn could only watch with tear filled eyes, as his mother ran away from him. Head down, he ran toward the pond, wanting to see what had happened to him. Once there, he glanced down...and jumped back immediately after. That...that couldn't have been him..could it? But it was...a minature version of the beast curled up on the platform. He then thought of his friends, and his mother..how they rejected him..how they ran away from him...ran away from him....And at that moment, a single tear slid down his skull mask, and hung suspended in the air for one fleeting moment, before joining the water below.

..Just a drop of water, in an endless s e a..

Tenroe closed his eyes, trying to shut himself out from reality...but he didn't realize that he would be stuck this way for eternity...all because he had given in to a stupid dare....

..Everything is dust in the w i n d..

~Relationships~
Big Zombie Deer/Velocity - love/hate relationship - 'father'
Bae - friend
Mr. Zombie - aquaintance; friend?
Shika - aquaintance
Jack - curious of
Tandem - curious of

~Art by Others~
by Ickydog
edited by Kirness