Life expectancies come fast. Life comes fast - comes rushing in on you.
You lift your head in the morning and the wind is rushing by. Over, under, ruffling you up the wrong way. You get up, you go, you let it move you. You don't stop, you don't quit, until the day is over.
Life comes at you fast and it doesn't stop even when you ask it nicely.
Not that you'd ever ask it nicely.
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By dear Bylah, thank you. ♥
IN FOREST? no.
Human
Thoughts: « Hm. » Mood: Chilling.
Deer
Thoughts: « So drowsy... » Mood: Sleepy, dreamy.
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Name - Sithrim Mateo Kylian Moonslicer Age - 21 years old, 06/06/1989 Place of birth - Maisons-Laffitte, in Paris - France. Nationalities - Franco-portuguese. Languages - Portuguese, english, french. Sexual orientation - Heterosexual. (one exception, see next) Engaged? to Crybaby. Pets -Guadiana. Height - 1,86m. Weight - 81kg. Voice -
biography - story of a life
David likes to open his beer bottles with his teeth; he likes to talk about his mischiefs when he was 20; and he likes everything that relates to sex. He's a man that speaks in a loud tone of voice, that laughs loudly as well and he likes heights.
Laura is a bookworm and she likes to play the guitar when her man is not home; she likes to watch History Channel. She's a quiet woman, organized and mysterious.
They met two years before the first kid was born : two years full of changes, but that's another story.
Sithrim Mateo Kylian Moonslicer was born 6th of June in 1989 in Paris, around 16:45h / 4:45pm. He was a big boy, weighing around 3,9kg, hair barely visible from how light it was. Even though the Moonslicer family was quite a modest one, financially, they welcomed the newborn with tenderness. Well... Laura did, at least. She was the one who took the most care of the little boy, since David seemed to be quite indifferent about him since he had MADE him. Did he only have in mind having sex with his wife? Probably, since they had a second child. When Sithrim was 4 years old, Gwenhwyfar was born. A little princess. But at this second birth, it was discovered that Laura wouldn't be able to get any more babies because of some problems around her Fallopian tubes. It was a shock for the young woman since she would have liked to have more babies.
But she had Gwenhwyfar and Sithrim to take care of, afterall, and that is what she did. David didn't really care about the children because if he went to bed earlier it wasn't to avoid them but only to be with his wife.
When the little girl was only 4, Laura learnt that she had developped cancer in her sexual organ.
One month before Sithrim'd turn 9, Laura died from it.
Gwenhwyfar, too young to even remember it, and Sithrim were left with their father. Though, this latter went crazy.
A day after the funeral, the battle between Sithrim and his father started.
If there wasn't any more beer in the fridge, it was Sithrim's fault. If the TV antenna didn't work, it was Sithrim's fault. If Gwenhwyfar came back from school with scratched knees, it was Sithrim's fault. Consequences: each time David drank all the beer stock and that he'd notice their exctinction, he'd punish his son. Not only by beating him occasionally, but also aggressing him psychologically. No one around Sithrim ever noticed it.
But the boy refused to grow up in the fear of another battle. After some time, getting beaten was a common thing, and it didn't take much until he'd let off steam at school, fighting others of his age. A will of taking revenge boiled in his veins, and if he accepted to get all the kicks from his father, at home, it was thinking about his sister's health. He'd rather be beaten himself than let her be the oppressed one.
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BASIC INFORMATION
First seen in forest on 31 of May in 2009.
Nightfall pelt, white antlers, whistling mask.
Note: he has no stars from the pelt and the blue is between emerald and blue; his antlers somewhat recall of a huge heart above his head and are golden coloured, not white.
Pictogram or pictograph can be seen right next to this.
Possible interpretation : "Eagle dropping a guitar".
1.90cm at the shoulder
Around 170 kg.
Sithrim is male. This doesn't mean he goes instinctively to females. But this doesn't mean he is bisexual or anything. He sees it equally, it's part of his instinct to want to tame every creature in some way. It's his animality which makes him differ from his human form/ human sexuality.
Notes:
1) I don't measure a deer's strength according to one player's computer performance. So don't say Sithrim is weak just because I have low framerates.
2) only this 'tab' is dedicated to the deer form of Sithrim. You may cross Art with his deer form but the Extra tab concerns his human form, which has nothing to do with this tab.
Favourite weather -
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soon enough.
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« HOW MUSIC INFLUENCES HIM
Sithrim loves music. Who doesn't, in fact?
He didn't have much chances to hear much music in his childhood, maybe that is one of the main reasons why he finds it so fascinating now.
The first time he heard some kind of music, it was Bob Marley's. And it had unexpected reflections on his personality and tastes. Reggae is just the kind of music that drifts him away in a violentless world he always wished for, also full of love. Yes, peace and love. He likes its simplicity. ♥
On the other hand, he can appreciate so much other genres... his main favourites are Latin, Rock, Indie, Reggae, Celtic, OST... his open mind accepts almost everything, as long as he feels it means something.
SURF Surfing is a surface water sport in which a person (the surfer) rides a board (the surfboard) on the crest of a wave as it carries the surfer towards the shore.
Sithrim's surfboard reference.
Sithrim started surfing around the age of ten, god knows how. His father repeatedly expressed his wishes to stop him from practising this « pinguinish sport for losers ». Even though he was naturally guided to do the opposite of what his father said to him, the boy quickly understood that this was the perfect sport to practise. He loves the sea, everything related to waves and saltwater. Although, around his thirteen birthday, the sea was so strong that he couldn't reach out for the shore again.
But I think enough is said on the board itself.
INSTRUMENTS
- The guitar is a plucked string instrument, usually played with fingers or a pick. The guitar consists of a body with a rigid neck to which the strings, generally six in number but sometimes more, are attached. Guitars are traditionally constructed of various woods and strung with animal gut or, more recently, with either nylon or steel strings. Some modern guitars are made of polycarbonate materials. Guitars are made and repaired by luthiers. There are two primary families of guitars: acoustic and electric.
Sithrim used to play this instrument when his father wasn't home, or mostly, when he found himself alone. His mother used to play - before she got pregnant of Gwenhwyfar -, her fingers very long and fine, agile, strong. He certainly herded from her in that, because he has somewhat a gift for it, although he was never conscious of it. He just thinks he plays good, and basta.
He found a guitar at the age of 7, in a corner of a room, and used to just poke the strings. As he grew a bit older, he would secretly take it, make his fingers dance on them and try to make something out of it that would sound like what her mom did sometimes.
- The harmonica, also called harp, French harp, blues harp, and mouth organ, is a free reed wind instrument used primarily in blues and American folk music, jazz, country music, and rock and roll. It is played by blowing air into it or drawing air out by placing lips over individual holes (reed chambers) or multiple holes. The pressure caused by blowing or drawing air into the reed chambers causes a reed or multiple reeds to vibrate up and down creating sound. Each chamber has multiple, variable-tuned brass or bronze reeds, which are secured at one end and loose on the other end, with the loose end vibrating and creating sound.
He once found one on the streets, laying on a bench. He decided to keep it to himself and occasionally played, whenever he found himself alone and bored. He still plays it today, mainly when he's alone. He knows this harmonica melody. He plays it whenever he's unhappy and needing to escape his reality.
"Hn Sithrim... could you... could you tell me what's wrong?" the little white stag, sitting next to the blue one on the big fly agaric, looked at him with worried, blue eyes. "... please?" he didn't like to see him like this, even if he didn't look better himself... also because of Sithrim's... sadness? And... d-don't try to hide it...
Sithrim raised his head from where it was resting, on the huge fly agaric, to look down at the little buck. He smiled widely, but his eyes seemed tired. Tired from what... " Why, why, me: sad? " he shook his head slightly. How Crybaby could feel his feelings disturbed him, but no, he wasn't. So he stressed that out by repeating it. " I'm not sad. "
"O-of course you're not eh... stop hiding it from me..." he sighed. "What is it then?" he folded his legs under him when he sat down in the grass, looking up at him and tilting his head.
Sithrim sighed and wrinkled an eyebrow as he looked further, another one raised. A little smirk showed up on his lips. Hiding? " It's... " he sighed as well. He got up fastly and swiftly jumped onto the grassy floor again, pacing towards him. " It's nothing you should worry for now. " as he approached, he nuzzled the white buck and slowly laid on him, covering his back with his fluffy belly, just letting his whitish head popping out and careful not to hurt himself with his tiny but sharp antlers. " Warm enough? " Sithrim chuckled.
Nothing he should worry for now? Really? He felt unsure about it... "Hm..." he shyly nuzzled him back but then he... blushed when the other one suddenly laid on him. "Eh w-what..." he babbled surprised but hm... oh well. He smiled weakly "Yes..." the recent weather had made him feel quite cold from time to time, and this was... this was nice. Warm, cuddly... Sithrim.
Sithrim looked around randomly. The fog was further now and so the humidity wasn't so terrible. But it was night and colder. " So, you saw the Goddess huh? How was it? You didn't tell me about it. "
"The Goddess? Yess..." he smiled a bit wider. "It's a shame you couldn't see her. She was huge, and red and had flowers on her antlers... and she spreaded flowers everywhere too, and then the lights... it was amazing." he looked up at him "I never saw her before... did you?" he slowly rubbed the side of his head against Sithrim's furry chest and neck.
"Nice to know ,some call me Fancy"she said finguring her locket that hangs around her neck.She leans against the wall and looks at Sithrim with her eyes
" 'Course I'm a man. One like you never saw and probably won't ever. " a sentence full of meaning... he smirked slightly and skanned the girl more closely.
She couldn't help but laugh at that as she let her locket drop in between her breasts.Maria was smaller than him by a couple inches and was somewhat skinny."O I'm sure I've seen guys like you before "she said rolling her eyes.
Sithrim raised an eyebrow as she spoked, rolled her eyes in such a manner. He chuckled himself, wondering if he was supposed to feel criticized about this. He was gazing fastly at the locket dropping down over her chest as he answered her. " Of course you haven't. I'm awesome. Other guys aren't. " Just one, he thought absent-mindedly.
Maria walks out of the putting her hair in a ponytail."Jerks"she muttered under her breath.Referring to the guys in the bar.She struts around the corner shaking her head,
The wall had been his support now, as he crossed his leg slightly, a cigarette hooked between his lips as he talked to a random guy he talked to from time to time. He saw Maria crossing the door out again, grabbing her hair in a ponytail. She seemed rather upset, didn't she? " Hey Maria. " he snorted.
"Hello"she said trying not to have her voice filled with disgust and anger.She stopped and lookd at him wondering if it was alright to intrude on whatever conversation he was having with the other guy
GNNNNUUUT
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"Hn Sithrim... could you...
"... please?" he didn't like to see him like this, even if he didn't look better himself... also because of Sithrim's... sadness?
And... d-don't try to hide it...
Sithrim raised his head from
" Why, why, me: sad? " he shook his head slightly. How Crybaby could feel his feelings disturbed him, but no, he wasn't. So he stressed that out by repeating it. " I'm not sad. "
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"O-of course you're not eh...
"What is it then?" he folded his legs under him when he sat down in the grass, looking up at him and tilting his head.
Sithrim sighed and wrinkled
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Nothing he should worry for
"Hm..." he shyly nuzzled him back but then he... blushed when the other one suddenly laid on him.
"Eh w-what..." he babbled surprised but hm... oh well. He smiled weakly "Yes..." the recent weather had made him feel quite cold from time to time, and this was... this was nice. Warm, cuddly... Sithrim.
Sithrim looked around
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"The Goddess? Yess..." he
"It's a shame you couldn't see her. She was huge, and red and had flowers on her antlers... and she spreaded flowers everywhere too, and then the lights... it was amazing." he looked up at him "I never saw her before... did you?" he slowly rubbed the side of his head against Sithrim's furry chest and neck.
"Well I saw her from afar. So
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"The God? How was he?" he
"He was huge too." Sithrim
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*slaps herself* I forgot to
I forgot to track >c
Avatar by Awentia, signature by Wildflowerdeer
haha thankies x) .
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Late Track Is Late B|
Haha, better late than never.
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My green eyed girl has
"Hello sir Sithrim"she blushes
Deer or human? haha.
" Well hello there. " Sithrim answered, tilting his head slightly and smiling.
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human:) She bats her
She bats her eyelashes,and smiles.She put her hands in the back pockets of her jeans."Nice to meet you"she says.
" Nice to meet you too.
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She cocks her head an bites
"I like that name." he
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"Nice to know ,some call me
" Some call me 'Shitty'. " he
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She chuckled at that,"Just
" Hah good. " he rubbed the
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"Might I inquire as why I
" 'Course I'm a man. One like
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She couldn't help but laugh
Sithrim raised an eyebrow as
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"Your pretty direct on the
Well well. Wasn't that great?
" One has to be, life is short. " he shrugged slightly as he said this, like an obvious thing to him.
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She put her arms over her
Sithrim hid his hands in his
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She chuckled "While life is
Sithrim watched her starting
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"Yes" she says going to the
" Well. I'll stay here, see
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"Bye"she said smilling at him
The end?
Yaa? haha : )
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Thank you:) Perhaps they
Perhaps they shall meet again.
Sure, whenever ya want.
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Sure maybe later on that
Yeahh.
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Maria walks out of the
The wall had been his support
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"Hello"she said trying not to
" Ya didn't stay long. " he
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She chuckled "Anythings
Sithrim's forearm flattened
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"I never said I did I merely