Bio undercut, very un-finished because wow I can't think right now.

gah, lag and hotkeys will be the death of me, thank you three!

Basic info

In-game character


A water-elemental doe from another world. Young adult, timid, shy. Not mean, and will run from fights. Friendly and accepting unless she feels she may eventually hurt someone, then she will break ties. Full grown adult, no blood family.

Relations
Ird +
Narumi +
Zaf -
Kato -


Thank you to everyone who did work on this picture for me! Especially Orinoco, who did the lines and customized and colored the antlers for me!

Did not want to make a new blog, because the majority doesn't care anyway, and I know those who do matter will see this eventually.


It was rough from the beginning with the accusations of me being someone else and the design theft accusation which wasn't even my fault because I hadn't designed the thing. It doesn't matter to me now anyway. Now I have people causing drama for a simple in-game action taken wrongly. First off, I control my character. If I say a sneeze is a sneeze and not a spit, then it's a sneeze. I won't let anyone control my character and say she was hostile when she clearly wasn't. If she was hostile, she would have been lowering antlers and charging. She apologized for being rude and not saying hello. Really, losing a friend over not saying hi?

I've bad more bad experiences here than not in the short time I've been active, and I somehow believe that this will never change.

My characters will still be in the forest. Junalia primarily, when I can. She's made too many wonderful friends along her rough path and I can't give her up now. Nerissa, I see nothing going for her at all. I will have her in, and if she makes new relations then great. But seriously, I'm done trying.

So thank you to those of you who stood by me and accepted Jun back when she came home. Your friendship means a lot to me.

Sorry for asking so many questions lately, I just would like to discover more about TEF ;D;
So once I'm an adult deer after 31 days, will I be able to keep spells (pelt colour, antlers etc) or do you have to save it or something?
~Mystiker

Hi everyone,

I used to have a few accounts on here years ago. Do inactive accounts get deleted? I was trying to recover some of them but the site did not recognize the email I had used

I would love to know, how exactly one acquires the minideer spell? I only can find things on saving sets to minideer spells, not where to get the spell. Anyone know? That'd help a lot if someone can tell me! Thank you!


[[Problem Solved! Leaving this up for Future aid.]]

I'm currently in the forest standing in the middle of a mushroom circle near the Ruins, and I'm hoping to find someone willing to help me achieve one of these two looks:

The real deer set: mask, lighter pelt, and antlers (the last being what I already have)

Magpie set: Mask, pelt, and feathers

I'd prefer the magpie, but I'll be happy with whatever anyone is patient enough to give me! ^^

I'm wearing a green pelt (the name won't come to my mind for some reason), real deer antlers, and no mask. I'll be headed to the ruins! (:


EDIT : I'm at the crying idol now. C:

Psithurism filled in the little pockets of silence that the forest had between the groans of the trees. It was a white noise background to the sounds of deer calling to one another across the landscape. Each bird call or friendly bellow echoed off of the trees like a pinball bouncing in its machine, but always seemed to reach the ears of its intended audience. These were the sounds that Moss heard today as he lazed in a patch of violet flowers. The stag enjoyed the smell of these particular blooms. He thought it had to be their location both always being baked in the sun and close to the strong magic of a mushroom circle. He religiously moved from his home to this place for daily gokotta.

The sophrosyne stag blearily peered over the landscape. The pond glittered just over to his left like a blue gem. The brook swiftly moved from his right to fill it, hissing the whole way from the crying idol that silently mourned at its origin. He smiled, blinking away the last dregs of sleepiness from his eyes so that he could take a better look. A gust of wind rustled the tree above him, causing the leaves to flicker and the shadows on the ground to do the same. It made the illusion that Moss was moving, when in fact he lay still on the floor of the forest. He almost felt as if he were drifting over the landscape... only to realize that he had indeed fallen asleep and his mind was doing just that. Silently he watched others at play or at rest, occasionally stopping to check on one or two, before moving on. It was then that he realized that he was indeed a Nemophilist; a lover of the forest and nature. This place was the one place he truly loved and belonged in.

While his mind wandered the forest, his body slept. It was a gray mound among violet flowers. A smile graced the deer's face, a mask of pure contentment. A little flower near his nose flailed wildly with each breath or sigh. So was a regular day in the forest for a stag who slept long, but wandered constantly.