Recently: Woke from a very strange, very long, very deep sleep. Couldn't remember his dreams, but....he had been somewhere else? Noticed that he was in a bed of woven ferns, with two pale roses set beside him. Strange...Without much question he ate the roses as a small breakfast and went for a drink from the Idol.
Met a tall, dark stranger there (Israel); greeted him and went for a drink. However as he turned to climb up the bank, slipped on some ice and fell into the frigid water. After pulling himself out quite embarrassed, at that, Israel offered to make a fire so that Ambrose wouldn't freeze. Agreed and followed him, ending up cuddling with the stag beside the fire for warmth as his coat dried out.
The next day was found by Virus during yet another nap. Was scentmarked, and cuddled with as they spoke, admitting how much they'd missed each other. Asked about the rest of the 'family' and was assured that they were all doing well. Received a thorough grooming; once again reminded Virus of his promise to take the buck to the human world. Once again excited at the prospect.
Took a walk to refresh himself after Virus left; after visiting the Gods' Hill, found Israel once again. Glad to see his new friend, went to snuggle with him some more. Was scentmarked for the second time that day. Once more the subject of the human world was brought up, and Israel offered to take Ambrose to go see India with him. Ambrose gently declined...for now, however tempting the offer stands. Talked a bit more, and started grooming Israel as the stag began to doze off. Finally started feeling dozy again himself, and used the stag as a pillow.
Previously: urhurhur
Ambrose (~) Gender:// Male - androgynous Orientation:// Unknown; (currently) nonexistant? Has little knowledge or care of such things Age:// Adolescent (about the equivalent of a 16-17 y/o human) Speech:// #6d5e60 Voice:// Sounds like Jen; sometimes speaks with an odd, vaguely old-fashioned dialect Scent:// Crushed leaves, rain, wildflowers - masked by the scent of roses Size:// x (A tiny bit taller now; need to update this)
Set:// Permadevout pelt, Fan mask, Purple flowers
(Alt. Set: Secretary pelt, Fan mask, Red flowers; wears this when 'painted')
'Treasures', gifts:// A small pouch of rose petals made into a pendant (from Virus)
♦Currently at that awkward point in development; not quite one thing yet no longer another
♦Has very poor vision. Physical touch is almost a necessity to him and he will groom, cuddle, and touch the face of whoever he might be with (if permitted).
♦Almost childlike; doesn't know how or if he should 'grow up'.
♦Places an exceedingly high value on aesthetics. Frequently decorates himself with flowers, perfumes, and dyes and becomes embarrassed if his appearance isn't up to par.
♦Unaware of any confusion regarding his gender due to his appearance or mannerisms. He has only ever been praised for his looks and elegance and sees no need to change this; he's a sucker for compliments.
♦Increasingly curious about the human world as he's been told it may have something to do with his past. Hardly remembers his life before entering the Forest.
♦Easily overwhelmed and disoriented by too much noise, movement, or negative feelings from himself or others. Tends to avoid crowds when he can because of this.
♦Prone to nightmares, extremely vivid dreams, and fitful sleeping. Dislikes falling asleep by himself, though this is fading.
♦Superstitious; refuses to step into mushroom rings and is very wary about using magic unsupervised.
♦Has a tendency to avoid others when upset, but can grow whiny at times. Whining increases with his low pain tolerance.
♦Affected by early-onset ocular nystagmus: brought on by his albinism, his eyes tend to involuntarily 'quiver' back and forth
♦Finds it difficult to distinguish bright colors; sees mostly in pastels
It should be noted that Ambrose is played IC; his thoughts and actions do not represent my own.
Also, please let me know of any coding screwups and/or spelling errors and such. It's a bad habit for me to try to pull off these things while half-asleep.
Feel free to start some sort of rp with him, on here or though MSN/email c: I'll always be more than happy to oblige; this little one desperately needs more interactions and development.
I may be contacted at <3
Oh my oh myyy he is a doll!
The texture of his fur in that drawing is very nice, I can just imagine how soft he is haha
anyway, I hope to learn more about him!
Edit: Updated CSS (figured out the mystery of tabs, huzzah!) and wrote out a quick condensed backstory~ As well as changed/added/updated some little things.
How did I not see this comment sooner
Anyway, thank you :'D Ambrose is happy as ever to have another cuddle-buddy to seek out~<3 Hopefully I'll get the wireless router soon and hopefully it'll help with the connection here. It sucks not being able to get pictos to spread while at school :I
He and Swampmouth played for a short while today, I believe. But Swampmouth can never keep up for long and had to take a rest. Was adorable while it lasted, though c':
@swampmouth
It was a certainly fun cx I apologize for going afk so often; my laptop was being wonky and some of the controls/hotkeys wouldn't work properly. And honestly Ambrose needed a rest too; running from imaginary squirrels and spying on people from behind trees can be a tiring business indeed.
Edit: Updated CSS (tabs had been bothering me anyway) and hopefully no one has any problems with it C: ♥
Thank you dear cx ♥ But sshh, we don't need to give him any more of an ego XD
That's perfectly fine! They are rather addicting, hehe. (and yay, the CSS works now!)
Hope you don't mind me using today as a setting o:~
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A deep throaty hum exuberated from the stag's throat as he slowly walked through the fog, very slowly placing his pointed hooves in front of one another as if stepping through a minefield. It affected his eye quite thoroughly, losing most of the vision he had left so as only being able to see a few metres in front of him. Using his nose as a replacement, Toltecatl made his careful way to stand above the blue bowl, finding the helm he had discarded yesterday tucked firmly within the roots of a tree.
Satisfied, he turned, finding the white distortion all around him getting thicker and thicker. Flicking his ears and picking up the noise of some feet falling nearby, the creature lowered his head to call out, distorted noise echoing out of his throat to reach any nearby.
Ambrose had never really liked mist. It clouded his vision and made everything all damp and muted, and clung to his long white fur in tiny cold drops. He shook himself in an attempt to fluff his undercoat for warmth and while it did work, he knew it to be only a temporary reprieve. Oh, what he wouldn't give for some sunlight to lay in.
An owl cried out nearby and Ambrose's large ears swiveled to locate the sound as he walked and nearly running into several trees as he did so. This fog; it made everything so difficult to see! He silently hoped that no one was near enough to take notice of his clumsiness. But then a noise--very close--caused the adolescent to suddenly freeze in his steps. It was loud, odd, and quite honestly a little frightening. But once his heart seemed to start beating again, Ambrose chanced a cautious sniff to the air. Another deer...? Turning his head in the scent's direction, he gulped. "Is....is someone there?"
There is silence, but his patience is enough to keep him waiting. Someone is certainly there, confirmed when he hears a shy voice. "Yes. Will you make me wait? Show yourself." But after a pause, the creature goes back on his own command and moves forward, walking right up to the young deer so as to get a glimpse of him with that single blue eye. With barely any space seperating them, Tolte squints in analysis before sniffing to remember the scent. The stranger is about his height, some light colour, but that's about as far as he can get. "Tell me why there is a fog."
The younger one pointed his ears forward in curiosity at the voice, and began to step forward when he nearly collided with a dark form. Scrambling slightly to regain his footing after jumping back to avoid this stranger, he stood there, gazing up curiously at the blurred stag. "A fog? he inquired with a tilt of his head. "You may have better luck asking the clouds themselves why they've come so close to the ground." He sighed and smiled apologetically; it was such an odd question. Or rather, a command? But this half-blind stranger seemed to be an odd deer indeed. Then Ambrose asked, as politely as he could: "Who are you?"
For a moment he seems satisfied with the answer, or rather nonchalant about it. Backing away a little to give the stranger some space, he opens his eye again. "You don't think the..." but before finishing his question, the stag cuts it off with a sharp smile. Ah, very good. It is not quite so easy to answer what is asked next, after thinking for a while, tail arching up in concentration before dropping limply down like before. "Call me Toltecatl, I suppose. And you?" While listening for the answer he walks around the buck, peering around before using his nose again.
"The what?" Ambrose frowned slightly, ears tilted to express his puzzlement. But the stag did not elaborate and so he thought it best not to ask again. Pink ears and pink eyes followed Toltecatl as he circled; a long twisting tail swaying slowly back and forth as the young deer burned with one question after another. He then answered, "My name is Ambrose." When the stag drew close once again Ambrose extended his neck, his muzzle lightly brushing the other's fur in a curious gesture. He took in Toltecatl's scent and the texture of his coat, totally unaware of any discomfort the gesture may cause.
"Most would answer with some idiotic statement about their...gods. Clearly they do not cause the weather; only stupid little magic tricks to wow the fools." A bit too much information maybe, but ehh, the buck asked for it, so the stag delivered. He begins to move away after a while; slowly walking ahead, barely gaining any ground. "A curious name. Who gave it to you?" A pause when he feels a touch, but does not respond, allowing it with a bit of a vain purr. Vanity had always allowed him some comfort.
(Quick reply before rolling off to bed. -stayed up to work on CSS- I'm exhausted so my apologies if this reply doesn't seem entirely coherent xD; )
Ambrose smiled slightly, keeping light contact with the stag. "There are many gods who do such things but I don't believe we're to judge them for that. Let them do things beyond us, if they will." He paused, considering the next question and possible meanings for its asking. "My mother...she might have been given the name by someone else. I don't know. But she is the one who named me." A bit of hushed, gentle laughter escaped pale buck. "Although your name is curious as well." When Toltecatl seemed to accept the touch and not shirk away, Ambrose smiled and nuzzled him, catlike, beneath the stag's chin.
This is enough to give him pause for a moment, one of a mortal brain. They had every reason to loathe any entity presented to them, and yet many chose not to- it was something he couldn't find the will to understand. "You don't harbour any hate for those beyond you?" His deep voice contained some amazement within it, and he turned a little towards the buck, curious for an answer.
There is little surprize in the next answer however; that is how it works for most, doesn't it? Tolte wondered what name his mother gave him, but couldn't remember...perhaps she never had. "It is, I suppose. It isn't really mine. I stole it." Giving up on his walk, the stag stayed where he was, narrowing his fading eyes but clearly enjoying the company and warmth.
@WonderfullySarcastic: Eek, late reply, sorry! But thank you dear ♥
@Freyja
(Aw, it's fine xD So am I this time, but I blame time zones...)
A small frown passed over Ambrose's features, and he looked up at the stag with some confusion. "But why would I harbour any hate...for anyone?" His tone was hushed as if they were discussing some awful thing. He held no grudge for any beings, even the higher ones. He had been done no wrong and he briefly wondered if this Toltecatl had had some poor encounter for which he placed blame.
Ambrose continued to stare and tilted his head. "Stole it? But how do you steal a name?" He remained close to the stag and was quickly growing fond of him despite all of the odd questions. After all, anyone who did not push away his benign affections was considered a friend in Ambrose's eyes.
Now smiling a little, the stag wondered how anyone could think so well of all. Out of inexperience, maybe, but even then it was strange. "I truely am amazed...it is normal to have some distaste, maybe even healthy. No matter, though. Some are....more hateful than others." A quiet pause before he lifted, then dropped his long tail again. "It is a simple matter if the first owner is forgotten. I have done it many times." With mirth he puffed out his mane a little before requesting, "Shall we sit?"
A rosy forehoof scratched the ground absently. "Distaste is entirely different." He gave a small smile. Ambrose had felt distaste before, certainly; he had felt it in fear, in pity, and the rare moment of disfavor. However, those feelings were fleet and easily forgiven or forgotten. "After all, if we hadn't learned to dislike pain or the taste of poisonous plants, there would be hardly anyone left." But then he had some trouble concealing a small laugh. "But names are names. One cannot own a word, or steal them. Especially if they can be changed so easily, or if others may be named the same." With a mirthful smile, a nod, and a swish of his tail Ambrose walked a short distance away until he found a comfortable, slightly elevated spot. He glanced back to make sure that Tolecatl was still close before folding his legs and settling on the grass.
"Ah, but what about distaste for other talking beings?" There were countless times he'd felt it, but it had always been stronger then this simple subject. A lifetime and a half worth's of hate. "But you are recognized by your name. It is a powerful thing. You cannot hold them, no, but they are a kind of wealth." Stopping the philosophy flowing from his mouth, the creature followed Ambrose away to the chosen spot, lowering himself to the spongey grass close to the buck after puffing out his feathers and coat again. It was difficult for him to do his routine of looking down from high places, nose raised above those lower down, when it was so foggy, so he had to make do with simply peering off with his partial blindness. "On a simpler matter, I do wonder when this is going to clear off. I don't like so much white."
Ambrose shuddered slightly to fluff his undercoat once more and leaned his weight gently against the stag, finding comfort in the closeness. "For other beings..." he mused. "Not really. I pity those who are disliked, and hold deep respect for those that are feared. But never hate. It's a selfish thing that eats one alive from the inside." He nodded, pleased with his own answer. He smiled softly; Toletecatl held such an interesting view on names. But he supposed it was not worth raising a debate and kept quiet, staring out at the expanse of mist. Ambrose's foggy vision blurred lines between the clouds and he watched as the shadows in between formed fantastic shapes and deformed creatures. But they soon flowed away into another, only existing in those few moments. "I don't like it much either," Ambrose admitted. "I blend in so well that other deer run into me if they're not careful. And I keep hitting my nose on trees that I have enough trouble seeing in the first place." He snorted a bit. "And those mushroom rings are nearly invisible..." He really could go on.
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He hesitated, wrinkiling his nose a little before deciding to ignore what could be taken as patronising in his voice; it was better said then left unstated. "One day that may change; would you be ready?" There was a right to being hateful; you wouldn't simply pity someone who hurt you emotionally, or those around you. That was weak. Tolte licked his lips, quietly deciding that that attitude would not get anyone far. "You do not choose these things." But then that was enough, and he listened without a curb to his voice when he replied. "My sight is limited to a few yards, tempered as it already is."
(No, no, it's fine! ♥ Take all the time you need~ *just glad you remembered* :'D)
"Change?" He cast a glance toward the other and slightly withdrew contact. "Why would it change?" No, Ambrose thought, he would not be ready if that happened. Not at all. He didn't want that to change. But...it didn't seem possible? Ambrose gave a small puzzled snort. Perhaps it would be better to think this through later when the mist wasn't playing such tricks on his thoughts; he didn't want to upset himself in another's company. The white buck allowed a small smile; "Yes, I can relate. Nearly everything beyond that is a blur." His face suddenly snapped up, and his rosy gaze locked on the stag. "Have you always had trouble seeing?" he blurted, ears pricked forward with eager curiosity.
~Hmm what a day for Myszka, seeing all these deer he hasn't seen for a while, and now Ambrose~~ xD He popped out of nowhere, it seems, after I came back from being afk~
(overdose of ~... they describe Ambrose best)~
@Nimariel: Hehe, my school internet decided to be nice for a little while at last :'D What an exciting day indeed, I'm so happy Ambrose got a chance to run into everyone cx ♥
(Hehe, they really do~~)
@kiki: So am I! cx ♥ Goodness, it's been forever. Ambrose missed those crazy frolics and dancing and snuggles~
Lol Veil almost didn't believe her eyes when she saw him. The little fawn she remembers is all grown, took her a couple seconds to realize it but either way she was ecstatic. Hopefully it won't be ages when they get to see each other again. xD
Hehe, I can imagine! Especially after learning how to 'paint' himself with magic from his brother And of course there have to be more snuggles. Always more snuggles ♥
ASkdgasjdgsjgdf. -gives up
-gives up and goes to sleep-
♥
Oh my oh myyy he is a
The texture of his fur in that drawing is very nice, I can just imagine how soft he is haha
anyway, I hope to learn more about him!
8D ♥ I love this bio
Thanks everyone
Edit: Updated CSS (figured out the mystery of tabs, huzzah!) and wrote out a quick condensed backstory~ As well as changed/added/updated some little things.
Oh my, he's adorable and that
How did I not see this
How did I not see this comment soonerAnyway, thank you :'D Ambrose is happy as ever to have another cuddle-buddy to seek out~<3 Hopefully I'll get the wireless router soon and hopefully it'll help with the connection here. It sucks not being able to get pictos to spread while at school :I
omg this is adorable.
He and Swampmouth played for
@menispermum Aw, thanks a
Aw, thanks a bunch c':
@swampmouth
It was a certainly fun cx I apologize for going afk so often; my laptop was being wonky and some of the controls/hotkeys wouldn't work properly. And honestly Ambrose needed a rest too; running from imaginary squirrels and spying on people from behind trees can be a tiring business indeed.
Edit: Updated CSS (tabs had been bothering me anyway) and hopefully no one has any problems with it C: ♥
Agh, his is so cute!
Would you mind an rp with Toltecatl?
Thanks so much cx ♥ I
I wouldn't mind at all~ O: Any preference to where it would be (on here, a separate blog entry, email, etc)?
tracking Ambrose is cuter.
Mind if I start a little rp here? They're quite addicting, and he's interesting enough =)
Thank you dear cx ♥
That's perfectly fine! They are rather addicting, hehe. (and yay, the CSS works now!)
On here I suppose! Do you
If you could start that would
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Is it possible to delete comments? xD;
Hope you don't mind me using
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A deep throaty hum exuberated from the stag's throat as he slowly walked through the fog, very slowly placing his pointed hooves in front of one another as if stepping through a minefield. It affected his eye quite thoroughly, losing most of the vision he had left so as only being able to see a few metres in front of him. Using his nose as a replacement, Toltecatl made his careful way to stand above the blue bowl, finding the helm he had discarded yesterday tucked firmly within the roots of a tree.
Satisfied, he turned, finding the white distortion all around him getting thicker and thicker. Flicking his ears and picking up the noise of some feet falling nearby, the creature lowered his head to call out, distorted noise echoing out of his throat to reach any nearby.
Not at all~ C: -loves
Ambrose had never really liked mist. It clouded his vision and made everything all damp and muted, and clung to his long white fur in tiny cold drops. He shook himself in an attempt to fluff his undercoat for warmth and while it did work, he knew it to be only a temporary reprieve. Oh, what he wouldn't give for some sunlight to lay in.
An owl cried out nearby and Ambrose's large ears swiveled to locate the sound as he walked and nearly running into several trees as he did so. This fog; it made everything so difficult to see! He silently hoped that no one was near enough to take notice of his clumsiness. But then a noise--very close--caused the adolescent to suddenly freeze in his steps. It was loud, odd, and quite honestly a little frightening. But once his heart seemed to start beating again, Ambrose chanced a cautious sniff to the air. Another deer...? Turning his head in the scent's direction, he gulped. "Is....is someone there?"
There is silence, but his
The younger one pointed his
For a moment he seems
"The what?" Ambrose frowned
sorry, do you mind if I get
It's fine, it's fine~
"Most would answer with some
(Quick reply before rolling
Ambrose smiled slightly, keeping light contact with the stag. "There are many gods who do such things but I don't believe we're to judge them for that. Let them do things beyond us, if they will." He paused, considering the next question and possible meanings for its asking. "My mother...she might have been given the name by someone else. I don't know. But she is the one who named me." A bit of hushed, gentle laughter escaped pale buck. "Although your name is curious as well." When Toltecatl seemed to accept the touch and not shirk away, Ambrose smiled and nuzzled him, catlike, beneath the stag's chin.
Lovely CSS and layout, if I
track, yes.
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( It's fine xD Agh i'm late
This is enough to give him pause for a moment, one of a mortal brain. They had every reason to loathe any entity presented to them, and yet many chose not to- it was something he couldn't find the will to understand. "You don't harbour any hate for those beyond you?" His deep voice contained some amazement within it, and he turned a little towards the buck, curious for an answer.
There is little surprize in the next answer however; that is how it works for most, doesn't it? Tolte wondered what name his mother gave him, but couldn't remember...perhaps she never had. "It is, I suppose. It isn't really mine. I stole it." Giving up on his walk, the stag stayed where he was, narrowing his fading eyes but clearly enjoying the company and warmth.
@WonderfullySarcastic: Eek,
@Freyja
(Aw, it's fine xD So am I this time, but I blame time zones...)
A small frown passed over Ambrose's features, and he looked up at the stag with some confusion. "But why would I harbour any hate...for anyone?" His tone was hushed as if they were discussing some awful thing. He held no grudge for any beings, even the higher ones. He had been done no wrong and he briefly wondered if this Toltecatl had had some poor encounter for which he placed blame.
Ambrose continued to stare and tilted his head. "Stole it? But how do you steal a name?" He remained close to the stag and was quickly growing fond of him despite all of the odd questions. After all, anyone who did not push away his benign affections was considered a friend in Ambrose's eyes.
Now smiling a little, the
A rosy forehoof scratched the
"Ah, but what about distaste
Ambrose shuddered slightly to
Thank you for your company.
It's no problem at all
Sorry for poofing on yall; I
Aw, it's fine! ♥ And
Hehe, he is a very good pillow indeed~ xD
(( sakdjhasksda x___x I am
He hesitated, wrinkiling his nose a little before deciding to ignore what could be taken as patronising in his voice; it was better said then left unstated. "One day that may change; would you be ready?" There was a right to being hateful; you wouldn't simply pity someone who hurt you emotionally, or those around you. That was weak. Tolte licked his lips, quietly deciding that that attitude would not get anyone far. "You do not choose these things." But then that was enough, and he listened without a curb to his voice when he replied. "My sight is limited to a few yards, tempered as it already is."
(No, no, it's fine! ♥
"Change?" He cast a glance toward the other and slightly withdrew contact. "Why would it change?" No, Ambrose thought, he would not be ready if that happened. Not at all. He didn't want that to change. But...it didn't seem possible? Ambrose gave a small puzzled snort. Perhaps it would be better to think this through later when the mist wasn't playing such tricks on his thoughts; he didn't want to upset himself in another's company. The white buck allowed a small smile; "Yes, I can relate. Nearly everything beyond that is a blur." His face suddenly snapped up, and his rosy gaze locked on the stag. "Have you always had trouble seeing?" he blurted, ears pricked forward with eager curiosity.
~Hmm what a day for Myszka,
(overdose of ~... they describe Ambrose best)~
Quote: "It's been too long!"
Couldn't have said it better myself. I'm so glad they could finally see each other again after all this time |D ♥
@Nimariel: Hehe, my school
(Hehe, they really do~~)
@kiki: So am I! cx ♥ Goodness, it's been forever. Ambrose missed those crazy frolics and dancing and snuggles~
Lol Veil almost didn't
Hehe, I can imagine!
What an adorable character! I
*little track here*
Thank you both~ ♥
That faaaaace just melts my
Oh, thank you so much~ ;u;