~ Quick Stats ~
Is: Old and fat guy
Gender: Male
Age: Equivalent to a 40+ year old man?
Hex color: color=#AAAAAA
In Forest Form: Devote pelt, Beluga mask, Trumpet antlers
Mate/Crush: None~
Personality: Open, caring, easy going, grandfatherly, helpful, sometimes grumpy
Friends: Toxic, Tails

Likes/Dislikes:
+ Laying in the grass
+ Blueberries, pine cones
+ Sitting/walking around the Playground
+ Meeting other deer/fawns

- Rude deer
- His weight
- How young he ain't
- Those darn good looking bucks strutting around

Other things:
~ He gets child like bouts of energy every now an again
~ He tries to 'strut' his stuff -is fail-
~ He likes doing things with fawns, like any grandfather type would~
~ He's a little insecure about his weight, yet can never seem to get it off
~ Can get winded easily

(Okay, so I really just want people to know this.)
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If he does this it means "What do you want to do?" meaning you have the lead~



He started his life off as your normal average fawn, aside from being an albino that is. He had grown up with his fair share of razzing about his snow white fur and pink eyes, yet it rarely ever seemed to bother him like one would think it. He always managed to see the light in everything and laughed along with them; this very action soon quelled their taunts seeing as he gave a reaction they thought one would.

He found young adulthood a tough time as most did; the sparing wasn't something he enjoyed one bit and yet he seemed to get sucked into fights over and over again. He would always look for a way out and he found it with the young fawns; being a watcher over them gave him a reprieve from the quarrels and time to enjoy life like he had in the good old days.

He was a fine young stag at one time; trim, muscular, athletic and with a fine head of hair. He was a ladies man during that time; he had been involved with many does and yet he had never found 'the one' in all that time. Many hearts were broken during his search for the one he wished to spend his life with and yet it seemed as if there would never be that 'one' for him.
One night during a full harvest moon, he walked the forest looking up to the stars; their twinkling mesmerizing him as he wandered slowly. Air was forced out of his lungs as he was knocked hard by something, or someone; a coo of a voice stuttered as he raised to his feet his pale red eye meeting with orbs of ice blue. It felt like his breath had been knocked right out of him again; he barley heard the young doe speak her apologies to him. He shook himself out of his daze and reassured the flustered doe that no harm was done so there was nothing to be sorry for.

~Under Construction~
~Might be redone~


~ By Me ~