Info Full name: Cross-Sonata Pictogram: Gender: male / [fail]stag Age: About adult

Latest info: Running around as a |giant| frog again. Wait, why do some deers fear frogs?

Bodyshape: Slightly smaller than average TEF-deer. Light runner’s structure, short-ish body and long legs. Size chart.

Appearance: Wears wooden real deer mask, magpie pelt and secretary bird antlers. He never takes his mask off, not sure what his face looks like or how he even eats. Antlers are kind a huge…blame C-S, he always re-attach these same horns with magic whenever they fall out. He has fluffy and messy fur and much scars and scratches due to his uncareful lifestyle, though not usually visible due to fur.

Eyes are grey (just grey without any specific hue), usually not clearly visible because of mask’s shadow, but in straight light his eyes with small slant pupils are visible.

Other: Usually has some sort of spell saved so sometimes he can be a dwarf, bunny, dove or something else.

History

Once upon a time Cross-Sonata was a quite normal little fawn, curious and a bit shy. Everything was new and fancy, especially spells fascinated him. He took gladly all spells he got and liked to try various masks, pelts and antlers.
But one day – as everything happens ‘one day’ – he was running with too big wooden real deer mask. While jumping on the rocks, he lost his balance and fell down and hit his head (and hard) on rocky grounds. He survived but from that day he acted a bit weird (before that day he actually didn’t ran towards trees and rocks or ate mushrooms that cause weird effects). When he grew up, he acted even more weird.

Personality

In short: a nice guy but with a tint of insanity, some kind of village idiot. Main mood could be described as “whee!”
C-S is happy for his life. He doesn’t hate anybody – to be honest he likes everybody and means no harm for anybody. He doesn’t usually understand insults or threatening, no matter what the other do for him, he likes them (everything means everything). He understands a fight challenge as a friendly call for a match. He is not specially strong and may get more or less badly injured (explains some scars – others are from when he didn’t look where he’s running).

Spellcraft

The only thing C-S is well skilled. Like any ‘special’ one, he has his special talent to cover failing social (and other) skills. He loved spells and weird things even when he was a little fawn and is always ready to learn new spells or new special skills. He loves spells and randomly throws them on others – and loves when somebody throws any spell on him. He returns back into his set later. C-S also loves running fast…in mid-air. Also anything uncommon takes his attention easily.

Habits

He loves attention and do things with everybody. If there’s many deers dancing, jumping or just sitting together, he goes with them. C-S also loves all strange things, like sitting on a tree or mid-air or so. He loves running, jumping, keeping noise and is so curious it’s sometimes annoying for others. C-S often tries to call other deers to play, jumping around them. The best way to get rid of C-S is not to pay attention on him. He goes elsewhere if seems like this friend is not willing to play.

Quirks

It would be easier to teach trees to dance than make C-S to understand how to reproduce. He likes everybody, but not that way. Nobody knows better, though.
C-S can’t describe himself verbally very well. He can act like a normal deer a little while, but when some intelligent discussion is needed, C-S can be forgotten from that group.

In-game look

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Playing

C-S is my first deer, so he practically created himself from how I play. Pretty unseriously but with some respective manners (even if C-S is an idiot, I know now how problematic it is mini spells to keep right set, I don't purposefully cast spells on minis). My friend has told about annoying trolls that appear here…C-S is that sort of character it doesn’t matter what happens for him. |D

Random

His name…it’s still weird. At first he didn’t have any name, them my friends told me his picto looks like it had two parts in it, so I decided okay, he’ll get name with two parts. “Cross” started to haunt in my mind (his picto has a cross in it, isn’t? …too easy). Sonata…is because second part had to be something sound related since he was one really noisy fawn (and still loves bellowing). I tried to find other words but sonata was the only that seemed right. So. Cross-Sonata. Also known as Mr. Fluffy Buttocks (…na really).


End of bio v. 1.1
[Last update: Something you won't notice hahaha. *C-S shrank a bit I hope he's now in good size*]