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Recent ideas of mine. May or may not be put into action. Feedback and comments appreciated, of course.

big pic under the cut.

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Basic Info Name: Urho Gender: Bull Age: Approx. 170 years Species: Unknown, built as a moose Measurements: Size number 5 Voice: Skull mask, does not speak Pictogram: 1HZl5 or Ecj7 Diet: Omnivore

Personality - Still and quiet, dislikes speech, never answers with words - Friendly, he will come to those who are lonely or sad - Enjoys helping smaller critters around, sitting on his back - Loyal, will follow anyone to the end who is in need - Loves taking baths in the pond, smells awful afterwards - Only fights if needed be, for protection and defense

Art by others Moogie4 Keepiru Trigger_mortis (collaboration) Lurvis/Engineer Asbjørn Ickydog Starling AliceV Pegasicorn Baal Anjali Magnaimous Possessed Art by Skatmat Rider of the Solitude Fishing in the Fountain Cosmos' Dark Matter Morning in Mist Hollow, Wind & Woods Paths of Nowhere Trollbröder (swedish) Image #1 Trigger_mortis (collaboration) Reference

Appearance In-game set: Brown real-deer/Brown +cream belly pelt, Kirin/ram antlers, Skull mask. A Body of a moose, tail that of a troll, mane and skull those of a horse, tongue of a serpent, and beard and horns of a goat. In wintertimes the fur grows thicker and darker, almost black. In summertimes he sheds the thick, blackish fur and a smooth, milkchocolate colored pelt covers the muscular beast. No eyesight (having no eyes) but elevated hearing and smelling, and he mooes from his deep throat. Has a scent of wet pine and mud, the forest after a rain.

Since I've started taking an evolution course this term at university, I've been curious as to the genetic relationships between Cervidae species.

Below the cut you'll see a (very large) image that summarizes those relationships.

Zack scrunched his nose. Yuck! Why didn't ShinRa ever clean out Sector 9? It smelt like the potty grounds of a King Behemoth!
He splashed through a grungy puddle as he made his way to an old rundown warehouse. The walls flaked white paint as the roof crumbled inward, giving it the appearance of a squashed cake rather than a building. And those chimneys poking up there did look like skewed candles.
Gripping the handle of his broadsword, Zack stepped in through the yawning black hole before him.
"Ooh, blah!!! What a stink!" he moaned, pulling a face like he'd gotten sand in his mouth. Light was minimal, the only source coming from the opening he'd just entered. It was murky and dank with a putrid poisonous gas giving the air a thick sludginess. His head felt stuffy like someone had jammed cotton down his ears. No problem. The mako would deal with that accordingly.
Squaring his shoulders, drew the broadsword from its harness on his back, Zack strode into the darkness. He could barely see, after all, even mako enhanced eyesight could only go so far.
Claws scratched on the cracked stone floor, snuffles, grunts, growls all around, circling him as he slowly made his way further in, broadsword at the ready, his senses on the alert as he strained his ears to pinpoint their locations.
*Shcuuuufff*
Zack leapt back, startled. Heart pounding like a trip-hammer, kicked out in the direction it had happened. His foot made contact. *Thud!* "What?!" he checked again *Thud! Thud!!* "A crate?!" he couldn't believe it! He'd been caught off-guard by a crate?! “Oh. Zack man. Get a hold on yourself. Your jumping at shadows." he admonished himself lightly, then swayed. “What? Dizziness? What's going on? Wh-why... isn't the mako... working?” his legs trembled badly, forcing him to catch hold of the box lest he should collapse.
A flurry of scratches, a rumbling growl, razor-sharp teeth snapping as froth bubbled around the lips.
Zack turned.

I'm in the forest, and the network says I'm signed in, but I can't see other players... wierd... has anybody else experienced this?