[sup]Just wanted to make this clear before I continued in The Endless Forest:

Using this pictogram, I play as a single character in The Endless Forest--but it might seem like it has split personalities, depending on whether it looks like the fawn avatar or an adult. Together, it's called 0.
| Adolescent (fawn) 0 and young adult (adult) look alike (which is default to most deer in the forest [excluding an irremovable chain wrapping tightly around neck, an 0-shaped symbol in center of {fore}head, and blank/bare/featureless eyes--left black, right white]; to a select few [while keeping chain and symbol], it appears completely grayscale [including pictogram] and is faceless), are both genderless (but it's more easy to refer to them as 'female'), but relations seem to be reversed when they switch from fawn to adult (e.g. allies to enemies), and sometimes even their personalities.
| The personality and temperament of 0 is constantly changing (this can happen pretty quick [seconds] or quite slowly [days]), but fawn and adult 0's current mood is always the opposite (i.e. if fawn 0 is shy, reserved, timid . . . adult 0 is bold, social, and possibly even aggressive). Just as quickly or slowly as 0's personality can change, it can switch from fawn to adult and vice versa.

Tale of Tales
Auriea Harvey & Michael Samyn
‘The Endless Forest, version 3.21’

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---Tuesday, July 28, 2009---
One of 0's journal entries. . . .
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Writing based on events in The Endless Forest that day; inspired by Sablekat’s character, 88, and her sketch story.
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Qualis': 0
Sablekat's: 88
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Memories of last night’s dream are all but bits and pieces now—in short, I can’t remember much about it; something to do with another forest, I think? . . . Although I may have written down what had happened, I just can’t seem to find the journal. Well, there’s really not much to do right now; everyone is sleeping, and watching them is making me tired, too. . . .
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Fog. . . .
| The air should’ve been clear, the temperature warm—there should’ve been a cool, refreshing breeze, and bright sunlight lighting up the area—at least, usually, when I woke in that place, that’s how it was. It was normally a calm, peaceful forest, filled with birdsong and the calls of deer—odd deer, at that. I knew that the forest must have been part of my imagination—that I must’ve been sleeping, dreaming—because the creatures, though possessing the body of a deer, had humanoid heads. They wore masks, their antlers grew in a strange variety of nearly impossible shapes, they and used spells to change their pelts—in fact, they used these ‘magic spells’ to change all those aspects of their appearance—even their entire bodies could change shape! Some had glowing symbols above their heads.