Fever is hereby declared INACTIVE as a character:
I am retiring him because I am bored of him. His sole purpose was to get my foot into the door of TEF. He has no quirks that make him fun to play in forest. He has no interesting personality. He has no developing story for me to work on. Although I am not deleting his blog, I will not be recognizing him as an active character anymore.

From now on, because I am OCD and don't want to make any more accounts, Fever's picto will be used by Alma.

And to those sensitive on the matter (don't know why you would be), but Fever is not dead. He is just... gone.

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N.ame____________________


P.ictogram____________________
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I.n-Forest Appearance____________________
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S.et____________________
Crying Idol Pelt || Crying Mask || Antelope Antlers

S.ex____________________
Male

S.pecies____________________
Deer . . . ? Reincarnate Unicorn

A.ge____________________
Unknown - Pre-teen

M.ental Age____________________
Wise beyond 25 years

F.ound____________________
Sleeps near the Crying Idol, but roams around when awake

E.lement____________________
Heat and Glory, Destructive and Nurturing. A delicate balance with F I R E

D.evote To____________________
Mother Nature, an unpredictable and loving mistress

S.exuality____________________
Heterosexual

M.ate____________________
Alone, not looking, no crush

S.leep____________________
In the old oak tree, nestled to the left side of the entrance

A.ppearance____________________
Albeit a bit feminine, I am indeed a male. My body is lean and a bit willowy, with just the right amount of toned muscles to look a bit formidable. A slender head branches into two long, hardened horns of dull gray-brown, most different than my former sapphire blade. A ring of my solid tears forms a clasp around my left horn, where I strung together the honorable dead so their brilliant wings can be marveled long past their transcendence. The string is weighted at the end with a river stone I found. In stark contrast to a nearly-pure red pelt, my eyes are bright blue. Below my eyes are the streaks left behind of my past tears, the only thing to stain my fur. Just between my eyes is a silvery scar or marking... I can't tell which, that is curled in a crescent. What seems to be the remnants of a mane hang from my nape in a crimson shade, the very tips dipped in gold.

My pelt is free of dirt and scars, for I wash daily and avoid fights. My stomach is lighter in color than my top fur, almost a creamy kind of light red. The feathers of my feet are getting longer than I'd like... but they resemble my mane in color and texture. Hooves are ashy gray, and much daintier than I remember... perhaps it is because I have two 'toes' now. My long, winding tail ends in a large puff of fur, again colored like my mane, kind of like a lion's. I prefer to keep myself clean and soft, and my longer hair tangle-free if I can help it.

I seem to be a cross between a deer, and something else... Perhaps my former self that was taken from me? Perhaps it is modifying my body...

P.ersonality____________________
I am a creature with no emotional ties. I do not meddle in the affairs of others, but rather watch from afar and reserve my judgment. I shall not hate those of evil or good for their actions or emotions. I take no side in anything, but see through the eyes of both. My friends are friends of this body and not myself. I shall not guide my trust away from the greed that dwells in every soul. I step away by myself, for I am the only one of myself and shall not mingle in the pleasures of them. Respect both Chaos and Control, but above all, respect the delicate balance between it all that Mother Nature ties together - The Circle.

I wander to and fro to check upon the smallest of weeds and the most beautiful of flowers. I will protect those in need of it and never raise my sword unless backed into a corner. Words are just as powerful as actions. Practice the tongues of every creature to better communication in both sound and soul. Teach the young and have much patience. I am being punished for a reason, but whatever may come my way, I must trust in the Mother to guide my now tainted harmony to a better life.

P.ast____________________
I... don't know... It's too fuzzy to remember, and it makes my head hurt. I don't want to talk about it...

I. Enjoy...____________________
†...nature. From the flowers to the trees to everything that inhabit it. I respect it, and protect it.
†...pure, fair maidens. I know, I know, it's silly and fluffy, but it's a weak spot in my heart. A weak spot in all of my kind's hearts. Spending a peaceful afternoon with a young, innocent lady soothes me.
†...chasing butterflies. It is a game I've carried on from my former self. The butterflies are reborn deities in each of their own rights, and they have always been my friends to play with.
†...song. Soothing melodies have always been able to tame the savage beasts. I am no different.
†...laying by sleeping deer. Not too close to be invasive, but close enough to keep them warm. I'll peacefully be on my way once they awaken.
†...respect. I automatically give respect to every thing and creature I come across, regardless of looks or actions. I would greatly appreciate respect in return.
†...buttercups. My favorite food.
†...summer. The heat feeds me, and the haze makes the forest look like a waking dream.
†...listening to the stories of others. I am fascinated with the pasts and mindsets of others not of my kind. It is a guilty curiosity. I feel it is information I will cherish in my heart of that individual for all eternity, for only them and I to know.
†...those like me. I understand that there are all manners of creatures roaming the forest, but... are there those like me out there...? Somewhere...?

I. Avoid...____________________
†...water. I avoided water save for drinking as my former self. I dislike being wet.
†...those who harm nature for no reason. Our Mother has been kind to us, to gift us with such a wonderful world, why destroy it for no gain? It boils my blood.
†...fights. I do not raise my sword for just any petty squabble. If I am forced to brandish arms, then it has to be a very good reason. It is not in my nature to be hostile.
†...rain. As with water, I dislike the rain. It is nice to listen to while I am dry, but... it makes me sticky if I stand in it.
†...sudden movements. I am a skittish creature by nature, so sudden movements tend to startle me.
†...winter. I am not use to the cold. I can very easily succumb to hypothermia, so it is a difficult time for me.
†...those who attack little ones. They have not yet had a chance to grow up and become strong, so I do not tolerate creatures attacking fawns for no reason. I understand that the Wolf shall rip out their throats for food, but to leave an innocent corpse behind is unacceptable.

M.y Magic____________________
†Radiating heat. Not just body heat, mind you. But actual fire-like heat from every muscle of my form. It is for this that many small forest creatures may huddle around me in the colder nights for shelter. The more I become "on guard", such as being startled or preparing for a confrontation, the more this heat radiates. Sometimes, it even leaves rings of burnt grass under my hooves.
†Empathy. Moreso than the usual empathy of one mortal to another. I can very easily tap into the emotions of those around me, and it affects me as it does them. It can harm me, but it helps me connect to them on a deeper level.
†Golden tears. If ever I shed sorrow, my tears are, in fact, liquid gold. Just another reason to hunt my kind.
†Aura of Calm. It is a 'field of energy' around me that tends to quell the nerves of those around me. I am not frightening to even the smallest of birds.

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E.ncounters____________________
None. No one wants to be friends...

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