Please be careful

For these angels around me are not kind



They are daunting creatures


That haunt my being

I am sorry that I have brought them upon you


Many times have I tried to get them to leave


But my pleas are never heard.



Hello this is Romeo

Very pleased to meet you
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These angels of five
Never leave my side
And even though they are unkind
As long as they are by my side
I will remain alive
For at a time
When I was on deaths door
They saved me
Not knowing the price
They would have to pay
Its seems as though I might live forever
But maybe one day I will become an angel as well.


Age -------19
Health-- 89%

it was nice playing with you today! (:

I hope to see you two tomorrow and maybe today if your still on , my fawn dosent have a name yet but ill try and think up of something. Kaoori is a really nice deer, and so is Wesker even tough he was away. Thank you for spending time with me today. &hearts


(I might be back on later, depends.)

...and it sorta helps me out with character development XDD

Questions? Please? For anybody? Or start interacting in some way?

Cato (me)
Atiq bio
Nocturne bio (i know no one really knows this guy, you will soon, trust me C:)

and any other character I have that you can think of, if you know one from my deviantart that you have questions about or something I don't care XD Or even know why they'd come to mind ^^;

These sort of things just sort of things help me develop characters by seeing how the react to certain situations and questions and it helps me figure out their individual languages and mannerisms C:

relate to your deer ? Personallity and talking wise, maybe some appearance traits? Meaning of your name? (things like that.) ^^ Id like to learn more about other people and how they relate to their characters , and i taught this would be a good way.

know who's new and who isnt? One fawn was really nice to me , but another kept on tauntingat me when i bowed and lowered its head . Im kind of confused since i taught fawns are new players? (I was in fawn mode, myself.) Im just confused is all. =)

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[=9]Thought I'd start a Bio for Adalia.
I'll make it a lot prettier and more detailed in the near-future <3



Adalia posts in #F72606

[=#F72606]Name:
Adalia
Pictogram:
.:x:.
Age:
n/a
Gender:
Doe

Personality:
Adalia is very shy, as she is always afraid that other deer will not like her, and that she will be misunderstood. She is a mute deer, and can not moo. She lost her voice a long time ago, and is searching for it relentlessly. What she lacks in voice, she gains in kindness and a golden heart, and is always friendly toward others. For some reason, ever since she lost her voice, she tires easily and often has to take a rest after running or playing. Adalia is an avid daydreamer, and often gets lost in her daydreams.

Loves:
- Poppies
- Drawing
- Sleeping
- Dancing
- Solitude
- The sounds of the forest
- Daydreaming
- Rain, snow, sun, fog--every kind of weather!

Dislikes:
- Fighting
- Loud noises
- Being misunderstood

Can be found at/near:
The Poppy Fields
The Oak Tree
Underneath various Willows near the Pond.

Though these are the places she orients usually, she can be seen almost anywhere, but usually out-skirting areas and groups of deer if she is not in her areas.
She is deathly afraid of the Ruins, but is also innately curious of them.

After the rage, the indignance, the fear died out, Charlie was left with barefaced melancholy. The crew had never seen her thus. Her heart had not only been broken apart- it had smashed asunder. Some of the more bitter men agreed that this too would pass, and the wench that had been stolen aboard would be gone within a day. Stevens knew better though, and he was almost as pale as she was.
There were a few normal tells, that were missing, you see, that would mark this as a large, but petty spat. For one, Charlie usually paced and muttered, or did something physical to burn off the fire in her heart like tow the sails or jump to the capstan. Instead she manned the helm with a death grip from the moment they left port, only taking a short break to deal with the girl below deck and to sleep, quite alone, in her cabin. Second, she had for the first time in perhaps eight years of captaincy, Charlie had barked an actual order. Crew members were told to mind their own business, to cease chatting whilst working, to put their backs into the ropes. There was no singing to help aid the work. Her usual protocol when upset was to turn to her crew for advice, for solace, for an ear to belly ache to. She was the whiniest, most amusingly exuberant sailor they had ever encountered. Yet there was only a cold, dark tone to her very words. Surname basis, formal language as far as she could manage, and absolute silence besides. Even the wench came up upon the deck to try and comfort her- even she looked surprised to find she was shrugged off and turned away. For Charlie, there was only the helm, and the sheets of rain that she manned it through.
Rumours were wild.
General blame rested upon Bones’ shoulders- for surely, she must have done or said something to break Charlie so. Surely only the Scarlet Coat could have done this- perhaps she had turned upon them. Perhaps Charlie had killed her.

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*glares+pokes*