Info
Name: Gasper; 'Gasp' by most
Picto: Click
Age: Fawn to Buck
Birthdate: December 16th
Gender: Male
Species: Mule Deer
Orientation: Pretty Gay
Mate: . . .
Speech: "Speaks in this colour."
Set: Swan Pelt + Antelope Horns + No Mask or Real Deer Mask
Alternate Set: Long/Gray Pelt + Antelope Horns + Long Mask
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Temperament
Likes:
Green Grass, Sunshine, + Tiny Flowers
Rustling Leaves, Winter Snow, + Splashing Puddles
Warm Backs, Soft Kisses, + The Crying Idol
Dislikes:
Fights, Challenges, + Taking Sides
Crying Fawns, Broken Horns, + Muddy Hooves
Growing Older, Losing Friends, + Loneliness
Mannerisms:
- Enthusiastic, Playful, + Bouncy
- Will Run Circles 'round any potential Playmate
- Loves to run Long Distances beside another
- Takes Naps in beside Dandelions or the Crying Idol
- Is Never too shy to curl up with someone
- Will Run from a fight over all else
Artwork
All artwork shown is by Me
Relations
Companion: . . .
Friends: . . .
Fearful of: . . .
Respects: . . .
Curious of: . . .
Action Guide
Rearing + Hop: 'Let's play!'
Sniff + Head Tilt: 'Are you friendly?'
Hopping or Circling: 'I'm BORED!'
Pawing Ground: 'I wanna run.'
Listen + Nod: 'I'm listening [to you].'
Listening: 'I'm looking for a place to nap.'
General:
Gasper is ridiculous, at best, and annoying, at his worst. He is a fawn forever stuck inside the broad-shouldered body of an adult buck, who would love nothing more than to run endless laps around the Forest, chasing others and seeing who can dash to the Playground fastest. Of course, for all this running, there must be downtime, and it's not unusual to find Gasper curled around a dandelion by himself, sleeping and letting his tired legs have a rest. Other times he might be found curled up tightly beside another whom he recognizes, his head resting upon their back, soaking up some sunshine.
Though he has a human face beneath his skull-like mask, he prefers to wear the face of another, giving him his namesake 'gasp' face. It seems blood runs from both his own eyes and the eyes of his mask, but no one is certain whether it is real, or something more... In the winter, Gasper's coat doubles in thickness, and though he adores hopping through the snow, the added mass about his neck is troublesome, and often leaves him a bit more clumsy and awkward than usual.
A very playful soul would never be caught in a fight, and Gasper is no different. He may lower his horns at another in play, but will not stand for any act of violence against him, and will immediately turn tail and flee, regardless of the situation. Many believe that he is a bit of a 'fraidy cat' for this, but names and teasing mean nothing to him.
Appearance
- Main Fur: Light Slate Gray
- Underbelly: Frothy White
- Markings: Muted Navy Hooves, Neck, + Strange Crescent Shape on his Back
- Tail: Somewhat Large + Curled
- Eyes: Unknown
- Face: White, Humanoid, + 'Bloody' Tears
- Antlers: Long, Dark Antelope Horns
Memento
Twelveth Month; Second Day
Sunrise
The Forest in the early mornings might just be the best time to run. You have to avoid the few deer sleeping, and the even fewer pairs that are awake, perhaps enjoying the sunrise together, or spending some time before going off for the day, but it's still a great time to run. The fawn are few and far between, but there's always one at least who's willing to give me a good run for my money! At best I hope that others took a little joy in watching me run circles around trees, and leap through tall grass and wildflowers, tumbling under the great slab at the Playground. This morning's run was good, the air crisp with the promise of Winter, and the water at the Pond cold and clear. The only thing to do now is find a sunny spot, curl up, and settle in for the day.
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though i am now attempting to update that red text colour because it's awful...
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