Name: Darcy
Nicknames: D or Dar
Gender: Stag
Age: Mid 30's
Pictogram:
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Loves: Forever, a peahen.
Official Color: #C76114
Personality:
Darcy is a pretty complex guy and is extremely hard to describe in a short amount of space, but I shall try!
There are many layers to his personality, and no one layer truly stands out against the rest yet as he continues his journey to find his true self within a sea of emotion. I suppose it would be a good idea to start with Darcy’s positives. One thing that has always stayed steady about the stag however is his friendly, self-sacrificing nature. His level of outgoingness changes with his mood, but he is always willing to offer a smile and kind words to any who are friendly in return. For his friends, he’s willing to offer anything. In a constant search for approval and belonging he takes his relationships quite seriously and tries not to hold any one person above another.
He is creative and loves to work with words, often speaking poetically, philosophical about everything in life. Open and willing to try out new ideas and activities, when in a good mood he can be a fun guy to be around. His hobbies, likes and interests are broad, and unlike some it’s hard to pin point just exactly what sort of individual he is through them alone.
Honest but considerate, he is often stuck between the truth and what might not want to be heard. It is however well known that he is a bad liar and easy to read once his emotions get the better of him. Being plagued by a somewhat guilty conscience he often takes on more responsibility for a wrong done then he needs to or is at fault for, but he is always sincere and looking out for the best interests of others in whatever he does.
What may seem simply humble to some, however, can translate into a darker side in Darcy. Haunted by past and present events and mistakes, Darcy often struggles to move on from things that have caused him stress, or worse, especially if it has caused others the same illness. His mood will sour at any trigger of a bad experience, or at random if his mind is not properly distracted, and may often seem confusing and hard to understand to those around him. These fits of depression are extremely varied in their levels of intensity, the smallest being a simple standoffish sadness that keeps him distant and quiet for a short period of time, to the worst, in which his mind is so overtaken he seizes to function as himself and ‘loses his mind’, in a sense, temporarily switching off from the world around him.
And lastly, apart from sadness…anger. Darcy can at times, well…snap. One can only be gracious for so long, after all. He has always had a wild side as a younger stag and an affinity for starting fights, and while most of that former rowdiness has dulled, he is no less eager to lower his antlers when he’s anything from annoyed to protective to outraged. Especially when in a bad mood, his patience can be worn quite thin and he is easily provoked, while on another day he might tolerate the irritation better. Despite his looks, which certainly don’t mirror that of your usual tough guy image, he knows how to fight and wont back down from a reasonable challenge.
Appearance:
The buck has taken a strong liking to the orange butterfly pelt and the spiky brown antlers that curve down towards his back. His mask of choice is the Real Deer mask, not just because it’s a fine look but he very much enjoys the sound it makes. Rarely ever will he change appearance finding himself quite handsome as he is, thank you. When he's feeling silly or depressed though he might change things up for a little while. When he's sad he either turns into a mini deer (small and insignificant) or wears one of the real deer pelts (ordinary, not flashy).
Darcy is a bit on the short side for a buck, compact and sturdy in body yet lithe in features. His legs are thinly built but they are quite muscular and agile. His eyes are an amber color, only slightly lighter than the orange of his pelt. There are tusfts of hair at the ends of his longer-than-average ears like a lynx, as well as a bit of extra fuzz, streaked with premature graying, growing from his forehead that look curiously like bangs as it hangs over his mask. Scars dot his frame, some destryong hair pigment and causing new growth to come in white, and on others hair refuses to grow at all. He doesn't like to be 'naked' because of this, as the default pelt tends to show them better. His face too bears the many reminders of past harm, self inflicted and resulting from numerous battles. He's quite ashamed of them, and therefor will not allow himself to be caught without a mask that properly conceals them. If these long healed injuries can be overlooked, he has a pleasant face, his features very soft and subtle, all but his eyes which are deeply set, and while kindly, have a constant look of weariness in them. A short bit of stubble grows along his chin and jawline, helping him to have a more masculine appearance his otherwise softness may not allow...
Human Appearance: H e r e
Likes:
-Darcy’s favorite past time is making himself dizzy. When he finds he likes a certain someone or is really just feeling quite bored and idle, he’ll start circling. Around trees, rocks, the Twin Gods, mushroom circles or other deer, it doesn’t much matter to him, but round and round he’ll go. He's also start circling in place when he's nervous or anxious.
-Being transformed into small animals. He’ll stay in this form for hours, finding the reaction of others highly amusing, and appreciates the new perspective of the world.
- Helping others with their masks and pelts. Once given the honor of being asked, Darcy is dedicated till the correct combination is found.
-Playfighting. Unlike a lot of other deer who might find this behavior rude, he gets a thrill out of challenging others, though it's rarely ever serious. When another deer actually engages him, it makes his day ^^
-Sitting near the pond under the willows, letting the long drooping branches caress him.
- Dancing! He loves putting together new steps and combinations in his dance.
-Fawns. Fawns are his weakness, and he'll do his best to befriend them all and try to include them in his activities.
Dislikes:
-He doesn’t really care for ‘spell games’ too much, as he likes his appearance as it is and always ends up changing it back. He’ll play along for a while but if a spell caster is especially persistent he can get a bit agitated. He ESPECIALLY hates being ‘sneak attacked’ by the magical white pelts given by the Twin Gods. Unless he’s with good company, he’ll become quite aggressive or intimidated by this and will flee the area.
-He especially hates Mask spells, as he's very sensitive about his appearance and likes to keep his face concealed. If someone casts a spell removing his mask or if he loses it on accident he'll often flee the scene and present company till he can get it back.
-He doesn’t really like overly large, rambunctious crowds. He’d much rather break from a large group and go looking for a lonely deer to hang out with then remain in the chaos of it all.
-Any of the halloween sets. Not only does he find the skull appearance unsettling but he finds that the owners of these sets are often proud and aloof creatures. Still, he gives all the benefit of the doubt.
-Deer who don't know the meaning of PERSONAL SPACE. Darcy is very sensitive about his space, and while he'll tolerate close contact for a little while he might become agressive if a deer he isn't close to does not let him have it.
-When deer sit on other deer, usually in the case of gaining pelt spells from a sleeping deer. He finds this to be very rude and will often try and get the offending creature to move.
-The Drinkplaats. Getting naked = not fun at all. If friends enter he'll wait at the edge of the mushroom circle anxiously. If he really wants to take part in the fun he'll wait till no one is looking, dash in and transform himself. Only on rare occasions does he linger in deer form.
Location?: While he isn't particularly picky about where he is, he is fond of the pond, as well as his daughter's grave. He can also be found basking in sunspots.
What's Darcy trying to say in the forest?
Understanding Darcy
Darcy Art By Me:
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THANKS GUYS ^^ Hope I haven't forgotten anyone...
I wont USUALLY ask for fanart...maybe on occasion. To me though the best fan art is the one given in surprise! -hinthint- XD
Tracking
My little fawn, Morikiah, sat with you tonight. Even if it did take some coaxing from the other stag. ^^
About time I've tracked this.
Plus it seems my Dare's been running into him often lately. She's the one actually sitting with him right now. c:
Art by Anjali. ♥
Ah so that's who she is ^^
Yeah. Those were actually
Plus, they've met before a couple days ago, so she figured he was cool.
Art by Anjali. ♥
Herla’s friends were a bit
But otherwise I just wanted to tell you I’ve liked this character from afar for a while now. Love the monarch butterfly pelt, I think it’s one of the prettiest. His picto is the best too. Hope Darcy and Herla can meet again under better circumstances.
Thank you...that means a lot
I've honestly never seen
It's good to hear that you're still around. <3 (:
((Please feel free to join
Herla carefully approached
The stag watched her
“Greetings. The name's Darcy... I'm afraid there's nothing noble about me, though I appreciate the benefit of a doubt.”
He chuckles softly, his smile growing a bit crooked as he tilted his head and pricked his ears intently to her words. The stag shifted his wight from one foreleg to the other a bit uneasily as she spoke of her friends.
“You do not need to apologize for them, their actions are their own... I should apologize for rattling them I suppose. I'm known for my poor timing in things... Here I thought I would merely entertain you. What a fuss. I don't suppose ...you weren't entertained at all, were you?”
For a brief moment, he seemed serious, but his scarred face lit up in another soft grin.
“I'm not harmed, no... I'm glad to hear you are feeling better, though. You heal quickly, Miss Herla...I think you possess more power than you know,” his eyes glanced her over slowly, wrinkling at the corners.
((I swear if I have to run to
Herla continued her demure look, batting her eyelashes over her scarlet eyes for effect. This stag seemed to enjoy the art of flirting as much as she, but she still had a bit of wariness in her. A few uncivilized stags had attacked her recently and she was still weakened from being drained by Zorn. She couldn’t rely on her agile speed to escape like she usually could if the meeting should go sour. She tried not to let fear seep into her heart. She was Herla after all, stags loved her. At least most of them did, she amended her thoughts. She tried to keep a frown from her face.
“Boys will be boys, Mr. Darcy.” she said, letting a bit of devilishness into her smile. “Why I don’t condone fighting and would not like to see those I cared for injured…I must admit, I do enjoy watching the stags spar. Especially if it is for me.” she gave a little wink from behind her fan. “I small doe such as myself need a strong stag to keep her safe, after all. I couldn’t help but notice you fought admirably well.”
Darcy knew her game, and
“Oh, did I?” he mocked innocence, brows lifting in a show of surprise, “Well that's a relief... It would have been awful if I appeared foolish AND incapable.”
His ears ticked back as his gaze finally left her, instead surveying the area thoughtfully. As his eyes found an inviting spot of sun leaking in through a hole in the canopy, he nodded in answer to some inner question. Turning back, his deep-set eyes were bright, even in the shadow of his mask.
“You may be better, but you shouldn't push yourself...come sit with me? I wouldn't want to upset your guards by keeping you from your rest.”
He sidestepped and insisted her on with a small forward nod of his head and an inviting, playful smile before slowly heading for the desired spot. Arriving first, he circled and pawed the area the flatten the foliage stretching eagerly for the sun's rays before stepping back to offer it to her.
Herla was delighted with his
He waited for the small doe
“My dear, I'm afraid I would have no choice but to answer to whatever you chose to call me,” he chuckled softly, shaking his head in good-natured disagreement, "I will be grateful that it is 'noble' then, and not something dispraging."
Herla let escape a girlish
Her laughter was the sound of
“Not really...though it may be closer to the truth,” he grinned, though his gaze seemed far off in thought as he studied her. He really shouldn't...no, no he wouldn't...but...
“I...hope you don't think me rude for asking but I can't help but recall you only mentioning your friends. A doe as lovely as you surely has a...'significant other'?”
(apologies for the wait, my friend was a having a crisis and I got terribly distracted XD)
((No, I’m sorry. I kept
At the questions, Herla blushed despite herself. She ducked her head and hid behind her feather vale to hide her reaction and give her time to formulate an answer. She had many stag acquaintances, many whom she had warm feelings for. Gehirn, was…complicated. She had more then just warm feelings for him…but he had told her he had a mate. And Herla just wasn’t the sharing sort. She was in fact, the jealous sort. To Darcy she said. “Well, a lady doesn’t tell, does she? But no, I belong to no stag.”
(Naw, I generally end up
He immediately regretting his decision to ask. Not only due to the embarrassment it obviously caused her, but in fear she might think more of the question than was intended. Darcy had ulterior motives, but that wasn't one of them. His long, tufted ears laid back uncertainly as he watched the inner turmoil unroll across her face before she quietly answered. The answer didn't surprise him, but the idea did. Perhaps the little doe was more trouble than she seemed...but he of all stags would know not to underestimate the small and delicate. If anything, they drew trouble to them more readily.
"Well I hope you never belong to anyone," he mused softly, brows knitting above his eyes to convey genuine concern, "but...there is plenty of time for love."
The stags eyes flitted over her briefly before slowly rolling upwards. His head followed to angle his chin toward the hole in the tree-tops. He squinted against the sun's rays, then closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the heat on his eyelids through the holes in his mask. He would not remove it though.
"You cannot chase it, for you'll never catch it. You cannot find it... because it's only there when you least expect."
Whether he was talking to her, or to himself, it wasn't really clear - though he couldn't benefit from knowledge he already possessed, now could he? Hopefully, her ears and her mind were open.
(Don't feel obligated to reply to this :3 It was nice to RP on here again, even though I SHOULDN'T...and am painfully slow -chuckle- Attention span of a goldfish I swear.)
Phion and I had a fun time
Sorry we had to go so soon, but this picture gave me inspiration to draw!
(thanks, starling! The avatar is amazing! And Thanks Pretzil for the siggie!
Darcy enjoyed himself as well
The little fawn that has been
Quad was really happy to see
I was surprised to see Darcy
Aha! I was wondering! She's
Edit: AND HEY YOU TWO :3 Was nice seeing you guys again as well - little awkward, perhaps haha. No idea who anyone is anymore, my memory is so bad.
Thanks for hanging out with
And I'm sure my fickle set
I didn't quite remember him at first but when I did it made me really happy.
Mystery deer experiment is
SightHoundLady: No problem
Tally: Nawww it's the pictos...I recognize them but the names aren't clicking right away. But I figured it out :3
DinahMoon: I can't wait to see what you come up with for her! We'll definitely look for her again
Hello there. My little fawn,
Dotsss! D had a blast with
That's okay! I'm sure we'll
Sorog is very grateful for
Haha, we were a bit torn
i believe dmitri met darcy a
after he was fighting with that crazy deer i tried to communicate a ~*good job*~ but. um. i don't think it worked very well, haha. sorry for any confusion ;o;
Ah yes, normally Sorog would
Darcy is also the first stag that Sorog has ever sniffed; he truly is grateful. Of course, he'll try to kick Darcy's butt in another sparring match sometime, but he will be respectful about it...well, as much as he can be! c8
Gah...unfortunately I must get to bed, for it is late~ Have a good night! <3
Parler: Hey there :3 Yes we
Uruu: D didn't want to hurt her either, and even kept apologizing just chasing her XD' But she was being incredibly annoying eh...that other stag, however...don't even know who that was. Forgot to look him up, but YES he was the perfect outlet to vent frustration on haha. D was having a bad day and itching to fight anyways. Oh and he wasn't just thinking 'fight your own battles', but also "Herla is gonna kill me if you get beat up anymore over a fight I started!" -snicker-
Women are scary ._.
Well he's glad he was of some use then! Darcy's usual sparring partner has gone away for a while...so he'd be happy to 'get his butt kicked' whenever Sorog finds himself in the mood ha. He's also not so bad for some quiet company, if he ever grows tired of being smothered by fawns and does -wink-
oh, don't worry about it! i'm
He sounds lovely ^^ and
I've seen him around so much,it's nice to find some identification
Oh,my Phobos would love to play-fight with him sometime,he has a thing for spars as well!
*snuggles Darcy*
I think 'complicated' is the
Nice to meet you :3 Darcy would love to spar sometime! Phobos is free to come up whenever. Apparently Darcy's attempts to play fight with some others is making him enemies...:3 WHOOPS.
Likewise ^^ Good to hear!
Lol,it is hard to interpret play-fighting!
I wanted to thank you for
Sadly though, I can't stay on much longer. I have to work in the morning. (I'm probably going to have to redo her profile at some point and I'm also still trying to recover Paavo.) Though I think someone would like to say something...
"Darcy... It's been awhile... It's sooo good to see you! I can't even put how I feel into words..."
Yup! Sorry it took me so long
I want to redo Darcy's profile too ha, trim it way down to the necessities and make it pretty...but I have NO html skills for these forums >< It'll probably still look lame but...ah well it'll be something, if I can get my rear in gear.
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The stag steps to her side and bows his forehead to nestle it in the fur of her neck. Closing his eyes, he lets slip a contented smile from below his tattered mask.
"Kumiko. I'm just...glad that you're well my friend."
The forest was very busy this
Darcy ignored the larger
“Reed! Enough!” he bellowed in warning, but his friend wasn't listening. Leaping from the circle of fawns, he rammed the larger stag, throwing him off of his attack. The skull-faced deer then turned on him. Their tense brawl didn't last long, neither really out to harm the other, but his friend's childishness on the matter alarmed him. Infuriated him. He scowled at the retreating hart's back, gritting his teeth together, but Herla's sudden presence at his side jolted him from any further thoughts of retaliation. His lungs drew in a shaky breath to calm himself even as hers struggled just to provide enough air.
“Are you alright?” he questioned as he lowered his head to her, sounding exasperated. Realizing his tone, he swallowed his ill feelings and let himself smile again, though the emotion was strained.
“Don't be afraid...he's just an overgrown fawn throwing a tantrum, ” he chided, sending another withering glance the stag's way. Turning back, he nuzzled the top of the female's head in reassurance before tilting his head to eye the wound at her chest uneasily.
“Come... I know something that will calm your nerves,” he insisted, stepping carefully around to conceal her as he urged her towards the trees.
The little black doe
She was in a poor state. The
“Here,” he announced, a crack in his voice as he fought off those emotions. They approached an old looking tree. A vine of tan striped fungus grew in the brittle cracks of its aged bark. He leaned in, gave it a sniff, then grinned mischievously despite himself, taking a nibble. Then rearing back on his hind legs he steadied one leg on the tree and used the other to scrape some of the mushroom from the crevice for her to reach.
“Not as glamorous as poppies or fermented berries but it packs a stronger punch believe me,” he mused, stepping back and tilting his head to watch her with insistent eyes.
“Easy though. This stuff can make you forget about your pain, but also self preservation, and we need to keep that intact,” he chuckled, attempting to keep the grim situation light, “You shouldn't even be out here...you tempt the Gods little one.”
Darcy led Herla away, for
Darcy led her to a tree, and scraped down some mushrooms for her. She collapsed to her knees and laid down. Sniffing them first, she gave a little nibble. They didn’t taste bad. Remembering his caution, she only ate a little bit though. She could still barely catch her breath and her vision was still faded to black. She ate a little more. When he spoke to her, he sounded concerned, but also still angry. “Thank you again, Darcy. I’m sorry to have been so much trouble for you.” Her breathing was getting a little easier now that she wasn’t moving. She looked up at the stag, his face unreadable to her at the moment. She ducked her head in shame. She ate another bite of mushroom. Forgetting about pain sounded nice right then.
((Oh my gawd, I took so long, I'm so lame, gah!))
Does Darcy have a family?
It's nice to see that you and
Anyways, my framerate is pretty low for the most part (2-4 fps) with the occasional spike every now and then (7-12 fps), so I apologize for any inaccurate/delayed reactions. My computer tends to spazz whenever I have the forest open, so I mainly have to have her sitting around. Not the most exciting thing in the world, but ah well. XD;
Nestled up against the lean figure besides her, the fawn-who-wasn't-quite-a-fawn glanced up at the monarch stag, amber eyes curious. "You won't leave me again, right..?" she spoke quietly, voice barely rising above a whisper, though still loud enough to be heard. "BecauseIreallydon'twanttoseeyougo." The last part came out in a bit of a rush, somewhat incoherent, as she cast her gaze downward, finding herself to be quite flustered.