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Name:Thistle
Gender: Female
Orientation: Asexual
Picto
Species: Centaur
Appearance in game: DOTD antlers,Red Pelt, no mask, small deer



Appearance: white, whip thin, almost emaciated deer body, thin hooves and legs, Red, Skeletal design on back and ribs, Long thing lizard like tail, Skinny- as in deathly skinny- upper human torso; small breasts covered by torn shirt, wiry arms, Long neck, white mask with crudely drawn eyes and wide smile, DOTD antlers, large batlike ears, Tuft of straight red hair next to each ear, Rest of hair is tied back in long ponytail; ends around middle of her back. Delicately curving or circular red tattoos along spine, around arms and neck, ending with spiked spirals on palm of hands. Pale skin, Freckled torso, back and face. Green eyes.

She is an orphan. She grew up with no paternal figures or sibling like characters. She can be considered clingy, or overbearing, and even naive. She wants as many personalities in her life as she can possibly have at any given moment. She enjoys spending 'quality' time with her friends, or anyone who will humor her, this meaning she likes watching the water on the bridge, or taking naps somewhere around the Ruin. She likes to make Flower Crowns out of the red flowers for her friends or anyone who seems to like her company, or who is in a flower patch with her. If she interacts with you or scoots close to you while in a flower patch, she probably stuck one onto your antlers. Shes always up for an adventure, often at her own expense. Her skin tends to be very fragile, leading to easy cuts and scrapes. She likes to hum or sing to herself, most of what she sings is what she thinks about while she sits near the pond, things about the forest. She finds most others intimidating, but will go up to them, sniff at them and politely sit down at a respectful distance. She dislikes curtsying, as she isn't very good at it. She doesn't mind getting her pelt wet and will enjoy a nice soak in the pond or under the bridge. Very happy to spend ALL day looking at her little fingers.

Hello all!
I recently became one of the forests magicians!
I am very much away from a computer right now (for a week) but id like to gague some interest on what you guys would like to see for a set piece?

Masks, antlers or pelt? What styles or influences?



I will be making horns styled like this in collaboration with the Ghoul pelt and mask Alcinda is doing!
They will have some spiney bits to reflect the striping on the ghoul pelt.
Away from a computer until the 4th of Jan but looking forward to drawing and collaborating

2016, in my opinion, has been dictated by an entitled and self-serving attitude that makes me feel bitter about pretty much everything about the world I live in. All the negative noise seems much louder than the positive and the good, but from what I've experienced this year personally... it's not so much that it's louder, it's that we consciously choose to listen to it over everything else. There's this desire to go out of our way and do one of two things: to argue and to prove it - whatever it is - wrong, or, to take it to heart and retreat. I did the latter for years.

As some of you may or may not know, I lost my job suddenly last Christmas and was forced into taking the scary step into the self-employed world of Graphic Design. Did I know what I was doing? Haha no of course not, nobody really does. But as soon as I did it, looking back on the choices I made to avoid doing anything to do with my uni qualification suddenly became very clear. I chose to listen to the very few people who spoke negatively of me and my work at University and gradually, ever so slowly... I stopped drawing. I stopped collecting adverts and wanting to buy books of logos to look at, I stopped doodling, I stopped everything. Every drawing I did decide to make became hard, even commissions. My mother has her own business and I've always been in charge of her branding, and even that became hard. I would suddenly have a short temper and snap at her for asking me to do things that were well within my ability. There are other effects to, and I'm still working through this type of anxiety now that I understand it.
But essentially I began to hate the industry because of the - in hindsight - few stupid comments and put downs I received from my peers who were just shitty human beings. But for some reason, I cared about what they thought, and didn't care so much about LITERALLY EVERYONE TELLING ME I WAS GOOD AT SOMETHING.

Looking back now, I feel so stupid.

Something of a personal bio/blog for me. IDFK what I am doing with this.

Have candles shown up in the forest recently? I've been waiting around since early december and no sign of them.

Or are they a lost relic like the dotd pelt at this time?