General Information

Name: Watcher

Age: Timeless

Presence: Cold and spine-tingling. As if your being watched from somewhere, but you don't know who or what it is.

Friends in the forest: one that is now gone.

Scent: Oddly soothing, similar to chai tea.

Feel: Soft, and very cold. Like a pile of cotton balls that were left in the fridge.

Sex: none

Vision: Sees only in shades of black, and white. At night it sees in shades of blue.

Voice: He will not speak, it is unknown if it is able.

Pictogram:

Description

Watcher is a twisted looking creature. It has one horn that grows completely straight away from its head, and another that grows in a cork-screw shape. It looks wispy and appears to be made of smoke or very dark clouds that are always shifting. The only portion of it that seems to be solid is his cracked "mask." Its mask looks to be a simple white ceramic mask that was cracked down the middle to about the nose. When viewed it appears to be frowning and smiling at the same time. The most disturbing part would have to be the eyes. they seem to be melting from where they used to be. Watcher's body is quite small, being no larger than 12 it seems quite meek in appearance. Its legs are more akin to single sharp pointed claws, and don't touch the ground. It walks/glides through the air only a few inches from the ground, but his long whip-like tail drags along, leaving a light mark in the ground wherever it has been.

Behaviors

Watcher has many odd behaviors. It tends to be be most clear in its being at midday and midnight, and less clear early in the morning and near dusk. During this time it seems to cling to trees and doesn't move.

Another sunny day dawned on the forest that never ends. Rou, growing tired of being alone, stumbled upon Farron's pictoraph when the day hadn't even begun for her. Filling with excitement and trying to think about what she and Farron would do when she found him. She passed by the Ruins and the pond before she found Farron standing around in the sun, close to the Crying Idol, where the pond began. Excitement began to well up inside of her as she rubbed her head against Farron's chest, ignoring the rough feel of his pelt. Farron returned the gesture before he followed Rou into a small dance party.

It wasn't long before Rou began to get bored with the dance and, breaking up the dance, began to bounce around with Farron following her. Again, she began to become bored with bouncing around and she was soon bounding through the forest, Farron following her several paces behind. Rou was headed toward the Twin Statue that sat on top of a hill, not far from the Drinkplaats. It was at the Twin Statues that Farron and Rou met a new deer. It was another doe, another fawn like Rou, but her name was different. After their introductions, Rou and Farron both figured out the new fawn's name was Rilea. It wasn't long before the three of them began to bound around the forest, not spending too much time at one specific place. Rou decided she liked this fawn and soon became friends with Rilea as quickly as she had with Farron. Every day since, she couldn't wait until they had fun together once again, just the three of them.

It was a beautiful sunny day, as it always was. Rou was running through the forest with one of her friends until they stopped near a group of other deer. One of them had a zombie pelt complete with zombie antlers and a skull deer face. This deer intimidated her at first, though the buck made no move toward her. It wasn't until her friend left that she decided to approach the Zombie Deer. As unafraid as she could, Rou bowed in respect to the buck, who returned the gesture with a lot of grace and friendliness. Before long, Rou warmed up to this strange buck, whose name was Farron. Each time Rou and Farron found one another in the forest, usually in different locations, they bounced around and danced some before they began to run around the forest, stopping at different areas to rest, or play around.

One day, Rou had been listening for pictographs she recognzied only to find a deer she thought was interesting. After trying to tag along with the deer, he turned and began to bully her, making her afraid. As she backed away from the buck, she scented a very familiar scent, though her mind was too scared at the moment to register it at first. When she stepped closer to the buck behind her, she immediately recognized him as Farron, the zombie pelted deer she had become close with. As soon as she recognzied him, Rou stepped to his side, her movement immediately telling him what he needed to know. Farron stepped forward, protecting the young doe from the bully. With a firm, slightly angered look, Farron sent the bully packing. As soon as she saw the other deer run away, Rou approached Farron and they began to romp around, like they always would whenever they found one another in the forest. The simple act of Farron protecting Rou against the bully deer made her feel safe while she was around him and she enjoyed his company.

Sorry, I am a noob at CSS... I'm using a template and just messing with color's at the moment.... hope you all don't mind

He has a sad story ...
As a child, he lost his father and mother. Parents killed a hunter, but for a small Troy chased ferocious hounds. Babe barely barely escaped from them and hid in the cemetery. Now, it is his favorite place.



It can almost always be found here. He sometimes dances in his cage, sometimes sitting near the graves, sometimes sad and crying about them.
Troy welcomes guests and allows them to be here, but he and no ban. Cemetery, it's neutral territory who want. then let him walk. But the fact is that it is a favorite place of Troy.
And now for his biography:
Calf born in the spring, was a warm and sunny weather. Troy was next to his mother and his father. Their names he could not remember or did not know. In the summer it is actively studied forest and knew all the sights. In the fall, he and his parents went to the rocks, and died there of his parents, I wrote above that. Troy starved winter, but met a lovely deer:-Sayre, who taught him the habits of deer and learn how to survive in the Forest. Sayre died of old age and Troy carried her body to the cemetery, where mourns her body, and his parents, too.
That's the way I live in Troy, is a sad story, but he has a wife who is expecting fawns. Troy loves it, though, and disappears for days at the cemetery.

(The script: use Google translator)

I'll think of a better title later.
A private RP for Kaye(yep, she's back) and Chantico's Benedict.







I'll try to start. Taking inspiration from this gorgeous painting.



The black doe was resting on the grass just on the outskirts of the pond. She surrounded herself with her dandelions, the only source of comfort she had when Noa wasn't around- No, that wasn't right. She wasn't dependent on Noa. She couldn't be dependent on Noa. She didn't need anyone. She didn't need Noa to sit with her every waking second of every day. She could handle herself. Right? Sure she could.

Sure she could.

The red eyed doe lowered her head to the ground, staring at the little plant in front of. "It's funny that you're considered a weed, little dandelion," she murmured, her voice soft, as if she didn't want anyone to overhear her talking to a plant. Let alone wonder why she was lying down in the middle of a dandelion patch. "I think you're the prettiest flower. You change. Other flowers don't do that, do they? They just wither and die...but you...you don't. You don't give up 'til the end...you fade away just as bright and cheerful as you did when you first bloomed."

I was wondering what people are using to create their wonderfully awesome bio pages. I'm guessing HTML, but did they use templates, or go from scratch? I really want to create my own if possible, so if someone could give me input that would be awesome!