"I'm sorry."
+The Deer+
Piebald + Carnival + Feathered Tines
Gender - Male
Age - A little more than one year
S.O - Bisexual
Voice - Pending
Weakness - Stendhal Syndrome
Pictogram - Here
Upon a first meeting, many would consider Pert to be mentally psychotic. You may often stumble upon him conversing with himself... with trees... anything really. You see, the forest has many beautiful and stunning features to it, and such beauty makes Pert see things. If it's merely a flower that he takes a fancy to, his head starts to throb. The Crying Idol, with it's artistic splendor, makes him disoriented. Beauty is his obsession, and his illness.
He has a habit of being offended (angry) if you mention that his delusions are merely a play of his mind. He often appears to be searching for someone... though he never really makes clear of who it is he's looking for. He's often very vague about such things, perferring others to figure it out for themselves rahter than asking him themselves.
Childish
Candid
Impulsive
+The Human Before the Deer+
Full Name - Pert Kambell
Age - Twenty Two
Height - 5'9
Weight - Average
Little is known about Pert's human life, not even he himself can recall much save for a few specific events. He knows that he was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. He remembers his childhood... but not much else. He dosen't even know how he died. But perhaps one can jog his memory... or mention something to trigger it.
Fidgety
Polite
Wary
+Appearance+
Deer~
He is built much like a piebald stag, his pelt a rich array of black and white. His antlers stick straight up upon his head, and are coated in a beautiful collage of rainbow feathers, complimenting a gold and red mask that covers the upper portion of his human face. His tail is bushy, much like a frightened cat's tail, yet still retaining the typical short length that most deer have.
Human~
He's incredibly tall, built much like an athlete with shorter black hair. His face carries a soft, child-like roundness to it, complete with hazel colored eyes. He wears formal clothing, though not to the point of absudity. His idea of formal is a pair of nice black pants and a simple dress shirt. He wears rectangular glasses.
Blunt
Morbid
Careful
+Personality+
Pert can be a bit sensitive to his rare condition, and often goes out of his way to hide it. However, when he speaks to his delusional fantasies, he only makes himself appear even worse than what he actually is. He often goes out of his way to look good, even if he sometimes may appear foolish. He's very polite and gentlemanly though, despite his laziness. You'll often find him sleeping... but that's to be expected. After all, his mental condition is only triggered by art, which the forest is full of... closing his eyes makes it all go away.
He often gloats, and if pressed, he does have a nasty temper if one is careless enough to let it flare. However, he often manages to keep it in control. He can be very overpowering towards others though, and will often strive to be the center or the leader of a conversation despite his usual polite behavior.
Despite his tall, muscular appearance, Pert can be pretty childish. He always apologizes, even if he didn't do anything wrong. Even when he's stuck in a fit of uncontrollable rage, he apologizes after every punch or kick he administers, quite simply unable to control himself
With friends, he has a tendency to be rather bossy, but not to the point of being obnoxious about it.
Lazy
Confused
Stubborn
+Relationships+
-Jergens-
A friend. Jergens. That was his name, right? What relationship did they have? Pert can't remember... but he feels almost guilty whenever he hears the name...
-Cr?????-
The other voice from his dream... the voice of a man he assulted. Who was he?
((RP is welcomed. To be updated over time))
track Might I rp with him?
Might I rp with him?
Might interact with him to
Faun~ Course
Mick~ Huhu, yes indeedy~ c: I look forward to it if you do<3
Would you mind if it was in
Either way is A-okay~ c:
{She lives in Japan}
Dressed in her school uniform Tazanna was running down an isolated street.There were no tears but there was a sense of urgency to escape.Her long black hair flowed behind her as she ran.Her footasteps could easily be heard by anyone.She stopped shortly after coming to a park.
The sight brought tears to her eyes.It was abandoned and uncared for.She sat under a tree that seemed to be the only source of life and happiness.Tears started to fall as she thought of the days events
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Oooooooooooooh. Obligatory
Signature by Roo ♥
And I'll track every bio of
Faun~ Perhaps if the girl
Perhaps if the girl hadn't been so lost in thought, she would have noticed a lone boy sitting on a rusted swing set, pale brown hands clasped tightly about the chains that squeaked and grated together with protest at every which movement. The boy didn't seem to mind though. The rust hid what had been bright and colorful, offering a break from his unique mind.
He raised his head towards her, a lock of scruffy black hair falling over his eyes. He got to his feet, absentmindedly brushing the grime from his bottom as he walked smoothly towards her. He wasn't shy, as child-like and naive as he looked.
"Are yew crying? Ya are, aren't ya?" he asked, placing a fingertip to his lips. "What's wrong?" he added in after a pause, plopping down in front of her.
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The Sign Painter~
"I don't care what everyone looks like, really. People aren't reliable. People change in looks. They can get pretty and ugly... They're never beautiful, though.
Art is consistant in it's beauty. Even if a flower is wilting... it's still pretty...
And it still makes my head go all numb."
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Skit~ Hurrrr<3
Munk~ Yes, all the millions and trillions of them<3 cx
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He's beautiful 8D
Very nice, very nice character.
She was startled by him
Her blue eyes looked at him and her heart melted,his childlike face reminded her of her younger brother Souta.
After wiping away her tars she placed her hands on her lap.
He looked so young even younger than herself there was some doubt that he would fully understand her situation.
However,she did not want to appear rude."There were some arrogant kids at school that have aquired tastes and because I'm not into that stuff really they deciced that I would be there new mocking kid"she shrugged she didn't want to burden him with her troubles it wouldn't be fair to him.
(No subject)
Ammy~ Thank you
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Faun~
"School is filled with all sorts of mean people." the boy replied, playing with his hands in his lap. "They think I'm weird..."
And they thought that his best friend was stupid.
He looked at her seriously, keeping direct eye contact.
"Ya know yer only gonna encourage them if yew cry..."
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The Sign Painter~
"I always thought that cannabalism was illegal... that is, of course, unless yer not a deer."
"Thats why I don't cry in
"How about this we both make a pact to be stronger people"she offered
"I don't even know yer name."
"Now me? I don't cry unless someone dies. Otherwise there isn't much of a reason to do it. No sense in gettin' dehydrated over spilled milk." he gloated, always one to raise himself up, even if he had to lie to do so.
Her eyes no longer looked
She had tried to be friendly she always was.
Standing she kept her ice glare on him till she walked torwards the swings.
She sat on one her face held no tears or other emotion
(No subject)
Faun~ The boy wasn't at all
The boy wasn't at all offened by her glares, if anything, they only made himself feel even more high and mighty.
He watched as she walked over to the swings and promptly followed behind her, dogging her heels until he placed himself sideways and the rusted swing next to her's, his legs straddling the seat as he stared at the side of her face.
"What is yer name, anyway?" he asked, adding in a polite "If ya wanna tell me, that is..." tagline.
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The Sign Painter~
"Hmn... no, not really... though seeing how you refuse to talk outright and prefer to hide behind a sign, I can see that you have quite a bit of progress to get to yerself.
But that's alright, we all need to tred on. It's no shame to be underdeveloped compared to others. I would know..."
Those daggers melted "Might I
Moving on to shampoos I see?
Faun~ "I'm Pert." the boy
"I'm Pert." the boy instantly said, practically cutting off her sentence as he shot his hand forward to her's, intending to shake it. "I play here alot when my friends are off doin' their own things... It's all quiet here, isn't it?" he added, attempting small talk.
Even if this girl appeared to be older than him, that didn't change the fact that she was someone to talk to. Frankly, he was lonely today. And on a weekend no less!
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Oura~ Ohoho, indeeeed~ .w.
She took it and shook it.