((This has absolutely nothing to do wit TEH, but you can kiss my beast of burden!))

The waves rolled over the dock, bringing kelp and shells along with it. A hurricane had ravaged the bay only the other day, and the high tides were the aftershock of the storm. An eleven-year-old boy had taken off from his shift picking up the branches that littered his lawn to walk on the beach. He was tall, skinny, and had long ungroomed black hair that fell to his shoulders, making his tan seem lighter than he actually was. In his hands was a fishing rod that he had fashioned from a long stick from a mahoganey tree in a nearby swamp and a long string he stole from his "mum" 's sewing kit.

The boy was Archie Flint, a little boy from the States who was lost on a family cruise when he was knee-high to a grasshopper. He had lived in Belize for ten years and knew he was different; his family was black, but he was white. His hair wasn't like his "brother", Leviticus, and he couldn't run as fast as him either. He spoke in a Carribean accent despite his race from his upbringing in Belize City. Archie had worked from five o' clock til twelve, now he was going to fish.

He hooked the bait onto the hook and threw it into the water. It sunk slowly into the heavy waves, and became only a dark speck in Archie's blue eyes. A while later, he felt a tug on the line, and he reeled the heavy catch in, but the fish put up a fight. Archie could see it was a large fish by it's shadow, but the boy couldn't tell what it was. He had caught some small fish like doctorfish, soles, and once a 104 centimeter bonefish, but he knew this fish was going to be his biggest catch yet.

Name: Lord Falamir Morvolo Longback
Origin: Named after a stuffed gazelle from player's childhood and Faramir from "LOTR"
Gender: Male
Age: 19 years of age in human years
Mood: Calm
Currently: Getting use to his antlers
Physical Health: 99% A wee stretched out
Mental Health 87% A bit confused by growth
Picto: Click it
Orientation: His door is a revolving door: it swings both ways. XD But he prefers does.

Appearance



History

It was a sunny warm day when Falamir and his sister Rhiannon came into the world. His elderly grandfather was the first thing he ever saw, followed by his mother and father. He knew how to walk within an hour of his birth (still tumbling some) and followed his parents everywhere they went. Then one day, when he was sleeping under the Big Oak, his guardians and Rhiannon decided to take a stroll out of the forest (they were not the wisest of deer), and were attacked by a famished wolf. The wolf had not eaten in a week due to a famine and was happy to see a meal on sixteen legs. It rounded up a pack of other starved wolves and killed Falamir's mum, da, and grandpa. Rhiannon ran away with scars running down her body and her whereabouts were unknown.

When Fal awoke, no one was there to say, "To be awake is to be alive." He knew his granddad wasn't there, so maybe his twin was beside him. No. Maybe his mum was there grazing outside the tree. No. His father often stood on top of the rocks on the Playground, but when he loped at full speed there, he could not find him. Choking back tears, Falamir spent a week trying to find his family, then realized he would never see them again.

There upon a soft patch of grass I laid myself to rest, to rest, to meditate, to be at peace. I am generally a shy fawn, who does not like to come out. My mother often compared me to a tortoise, never coming out of my shell. Why? Because there is no peace in it; I love the solemn silence that comes from avoiding loud deer. So there I was, meditating among the flowers.

After a moment or two, a few stags and does appeared from the other side of the river (we were by the crying idol). They sniffed themselves, and then they sniffed me. I was a stranger, but they appeared to be a group of friends. A loud fawn came up, I gave it the cold shoulder, but I saw the group of older deer playing and dancing. Needless to say, I quit my meditating for a moment and hobbled over to them. Hello, said I, bowing my face to the moist ground.

The stag whom I bowed to sniffed me, and for a while stared blankly at me, then repeated my previous action of bowing. Hello, said the deer.

The stag pulled away and called his friends over to him. I thought I was being deserted, as always. My parents deserted me in the forest one day while I went to sleep, and when I awoke they had vanished. This is why I became reclusive, spending most my time meditating. But then the deer that had left me just then started to get in a line and dance. Their little hooves were so gleefully stepping in time with music from the forest that I was overcome. Dance, my instincts seranaded to me. Dance.

And I did.

Peace and happiness doesn't come from an isolated life. It comes from living in harmony. When the other deer and I danced, we were in perfect harmony each hoof coming down when the other went up. If we all live in this way, perhaps we can exist in a wonderous way.
-Falamir

Okay, I have been pressing the P button, but no matter how hard I try, I cannot take a screenshot. What should I do? Please tell me.