Here you can interact with my character's in whatever way you please. If you want me to do the intro, than that's a-okay :3 Or you can do it~ Whichever you want. Click on the little circles to see that particular deer's bio. Though some of them still lack bios to speak of...
Peony (Deer only + Duel shared with thecapturedplanet) o
Nivea (Deer only) o
Sebastian o
Olay o
Aveeno o
Crystal (L'oreal) o
Turkey o
Debit and Credit
Malware (NOTE: Malware, while being a deer, will only interact with humans)
Irene Whittington (Human only)
Nippers Bartleby (Human only) o
GumStick/Carbunkle Warthom o
Demyx o
Italy o
Dante Alighieri (Deer only) o
Sonata~ That last little
That last little comment made him twitch. "I got mauled... Ripped to shreds you could say. It was a freak accident. Not like I could help it." he muttered.
"Well, aren't you just special?" he snapped at him. He was getting annoyed, but he would keep his temper back.
For now, at least.
"My parents were just two uncaring deadbeats who kept forgetting to use a damn condom." he looked up at the sky. "I don't even remember how many siblings I had..."
Fofo-kins~
Do it for every hundreth comment and you get a cookie :>
... What kinda cookie? c:
What kinda cookie? c:
Hmm... A cookie... with
A cookie made by Chuck Norris and Mr. T TOGETHER.
Yeah, that kinda cookie :3
Mm. I wouldn't eat it
I wouldn't eat it then.
I'D HAVE SEX WITH IT
Late responding, what's that?
I'm not even going to bother asking how you would go about that o_-
He resisted the urge to
He frowned then though.
"..what is a condom?" he asked, tilting his head, ears held up in interest, offering a small blink at the other of curiosity.
He really had missed a lot...
(I love him.
Jergens resisted the urge to giggle. After all, wasn't like it was his fault he didn't know. "Think of it as birth control. You would probably find me even more 'vulgar' if I described it to you. So I won't bother." his lips curled into a defiant smile.
"Anything else ya wanna know about the future?"
( XD) he paused, thinkng
he paused, thinkng about it.
"is there anything I SHOULD know?" he questioned, unsure of what all had happened since his death, he seemed curious though, an old trait of his.
Jergens thought for a moment.
"America is a country now." he said simply. "It sucks, but it's there."
Thomas was aware of this, for
And again he was forced to.
Again, 'sucks' was not a word he knew the meaning of exactly, but it sounded negative.
His ears drew back, glaring.
"America is the country I died to help create, be careful what you say about it, or I will make you wish you had never been born"
"Good. I've wanted to die
Maybe.
"I hated it because of the people there." he said, leaning forward to draw his face closer to his. "Those people stole from me. Tried to kill me. Raped me." the smile never leaves him.
"I don't hate the land, I just hate the people that live there. Sorry for not specifying."
(WARNING! WARNING!: DOUCHE LEVELS RISING. ABORT! ABORT!)
((ULTAMATE BATTLE OF
The antlerless stag rose to his hooves.
He may have had no gun, but he was a soldier, and he had been a damn good one, and he had his pride.
"those people are mine, those who I gave myself to give a good life, freedom, justice, to have the choice to do as they pleased, Those people, the land is what they make it, I!" he paused, laying down again, calm demeaner returning.
"A great man once said, 'Without Freedom of Thought there can be no such Thing as Wisdom; and no such Thing as Public Liberty, without Freedom of Speech'...say what you wish" he decided at last.
Hm, yer basically giving me
When the stag got to his feet, Jergens didn't even flinch. He stayed in his relaxed, human-like position, blinking once as he went through his speech.
"Those 'people' don't know the meaning of kindness is my world." he said, tensing up. "There was never any good in them when it came to people like me. They move in a herd, and leave behind the people who are different." he stood up. The smug grin had left, his face contorting in anger.
"I can't tell you how many times one supposedly kind person would offer hospitality... Only to throw me out as soon as I told them I was gay." he didn't attack the stag. He wouldn't. But by God, he was going to make his point heard.
"There have been children, just little kids, who have come up to insult me or hit me." He sunk back to the ground, his body shivering.
"Just becuase I was different, I was shunned. Call me full of hate, but at least I have a reason."
(Aw, Thomas made him sad ;-; )
((Thomas
The blue stag flinched, stumbling to his hooves when the other's voice rose, a look of shock, then guilt crossing his features.
He wasn't good at comforting people, he simply lacked the social skills to know exactly what to do.
So, he did what he felt an old companion of his would have done.
He moved slowly to the red stag's side, resting his chin on the other's front legs and looking up at him, ears tilted back.
"my apologies, I fear my passion has blinded me, and I have not seen how I was harming you"
it was ironic he felt, to be apologizing to someone in a 'red coat'
in a better time, he may have laughed about it.
(Aw, the awkwardness only
He flinched at the contact, but didn't move. "It's okay, I'm used to it." he muttered in response. He didn't like the somber turn of the conversation. Slowly, the old grin returned.
"Didn't I already tell you that I was taken?" he teased, looking down at the blue stag's face. "Don't get me wrong, it's damn adorable. he bent his head down to flick a tongue over his forehead. Of course he wasn't really flirting persay, he was just messing with him.
It was what he did.
(PRICK LEVELS STABILIZING. RETURN TO BASE)
Oh? Is that a Thomas I see
((XDDDDD)) He quickly,
He quickly, nearly launched himself back, sitting in an almost awkward position on his haunches.
"I wasn't flirting! I was trying to apologize!" his ears flattened, pulling his head back, and facing his muzzle down a bit to eliminate any blind spots.
((AWKWARDNESS LEVELS RISING. oh Thomas, the closet is for clothes, really Fabulous clothes~))
"Oh really? It looked more
"Look man, it's pretty damn obvious. What, are ya worried that you''l get ridiculed? There's only a few deer around here that judge. Ya'd have nothin' to worry about" he smiled warmly.
(Mmm, and sparkles...)
Kylar had to try very hard to
//lateness
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
(XDDD) He huffed, cheeks
He huffed, cheeks puffing out for a moment.
"I have never even thought about other men in such a way" he nodded once.
"and what do you mean 'it's obvious'!?" he'd honestly not been hitting upon the other, but now he was curious.
Mick~ (Awkward Bartleby teddy
"Uhm... Y-yes... Could... Could we perhaps c-change the subject?" he twiddled his fingers, looked at everything around him except Kylar
"I-I'm so embarased..." he mumbled to himself. One must keep in mind that Bartleby had the social skills of a can of soup. In other words, not much.
Sonataaa~
He flicked his tongue over his lips, looking for a reaction to confirm it.
The way yer denying it... That's what makes it obvious." he mumbled, almost mockingly purred out the words.
"People who deny often are exactly what they're denying in the first place." God, it really was fun to to mess with this guy's head.
To Jergens, he was a toy. Nothing more and nothing less.
"so? what if I am denying it?
Sonata~ "You know what I
"You know what I mean." he snapped at him. Hm, perhaps it wasn't worth it. As much as Jergens hated giving up, it would probably be best int the long run.
"If ya want to live this life lying to yerself, then go on ahead." his face was... Very un-Jergens like... Serious.
"Just know that yer only going to be unhappy until ya accept who ya really are."
(OVERLOADING CHEESE LEVELS. SELF-DESTRUCTION T-MINUS 5... 4...)
((3...2...)) He paused,
He paused, thinking it over.
"I don't know what to think anymore" he looked up, watching the clouds roll by lazily.
"this place, this time, is so different" he said softly, licking his chest in a nervous way again.
"I don't know what to think of most things anymore"
(1...) "There is no time,
"There is no time, that's the thing." he smiled warmly.
"As for the issue of what you like and don't like, Yer not in the same boat."
"It's scary when ya don't know what to think, but it often means that ya are what ya don't want to be." He felt like shooting himself for being so... nice... to this guy, but he felt like it had to be done. Arguing wasn't going to work, but reasoning might help.
"Ya just need to experiment around. That's what helped me."
(0... *boom*)
he shifted uncomfortably, it
"oh...okay, I'll keep that in mine" he flushed under his fur again, then looked up at the red stag.
"I don't know if I like, or hate you" he admitted, laughing softly.
"also...uhm...it's kind of...biased...but" he looked down sheepishly.
"your fur colour unnerves me"
(THE GAY TALK OWNS THE SEX
He laughed at the passing comment on his fur. "I was a red-head as a human, not like I can help it." he smiled.
He wasn't sure what to think of the blue stag. Granted, he was a toy, but what kind of toy?
"I'm just tryin' to help ya along.... I don't do that very often to strangers..." he mused to himself.
((XD OF COURSE)) "thank you"
"thank you" he said simply, ears ticking again, "I know, it's not your fault, it's ingrained deep into me now" he said simply, offering a small smile.
He rolled his eyes at the
"It'd be a good idea to try and get used to it. There's a lot more red deer round' here besides me." he grinned, though it wasn't as unnerving and frightening as before. Rather, it was a bit more welcoming.
"you seem on edge" he said
"I suppose I should then..." he sighed slightly, "a shame this forest didn't bring my eye back" he mused as he turned his head awkwardly to cover for his blind spot.
"Eh?" his head snapped back
"It seems odd... If yer reborn than wouldn't ya get it back?" he ponders over it for a while. "I guess that's the price for keepin' yer memories."
(Late post? What's that?)
maow. i'm drawing a blank.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
"maybe I would rather have my
"but then, maybe not...maybe I would just like some of my memories, I could do without the pain and the fear" he yawned slightly, tail flicking.
"but this place seems safe enough, maybe I don't need it"
Mick~ HUR. Well, shall we let
Sonata~
"Damn straight it is." he smirked and stood up, stretching himself. "Even the bad stuff can be good sometimes, y'know?" he looks down the stag, and offers a bow.
An actual bow.
Bowing was something Jergens only did for good friends, not strangers. Then again, could this deer be considered a stranger anymore?
Not likely.
"I need to get going. Trying to find someone right now..." he muttered awkwardly. Hm, it had always been hard for him to stop conversation.
(Hurr, I'm sorry. I don't know where else to go with this D: )
"I wish you luck!" he bowed
((that's fine, I want to throw France at someone |D))
... .... ... You're going to
....
...
You're going to use me as a guinea pig, aren't you? xD
((no XD I've RP'd as france
He seems to strut as he walks, showing off every (rather delicious) inch of fur and body he can, bright blond hair tied back, showing bright blue eyes, no antlers to be seen, who needs them? he's not a fighter, he's a lover
He sings lightly to himself, about himself, in french, ah vanity, one of his many traits.
He can see the beauty in other things too of course.
He does it a lot.
greet him? We shall see what beauty he finds in you
...
or not~
(intro from my interaction blog, because I'm lazy as fuck |D)
(Ahh.. My apologies for
((HMMM I, I can't decide,
Faith would likely be scarred for life.
among other things.))
(JERGENS IT IS. I love using
His presence probably wouldn't have been noticed if it wasn't for the singing. The singing didn't really annoy Jergens so much as it piqued his curiosity. The red stag followed the voice. Hm, it was in a language he had never heard before...
He peered through a tangled thicket (although it didn't hide his bright, curly red fur all that well) and looked out at the source of the music, visibly wincing at the sight.
Let's be honest, Jergens lived, for most of his life, in New York. A holding cell for queers and queens, and Jergens could admit that he had never seen anything more... gay... in his life.
Granted, he was straight as a spiral staircase as well, but the stag sauntering around in front of him... he kinda creeped him out.
There was almost no cover in the brambles. He hoped that the stag wouldn't see him.
((France has the ability to
The stag tossed his head back a bit, hair fluttering at the end of his song, the hair loose in the front brushin back away from his eyes, prancing in a small circle.
He stopped then, sauntering over to the brambles, hips swaying.
Now, most people will say a deer cannot sway its hips.
France's hips swayed
"mmm? are you stuck monsiour~? or maybe, just admiring 'ze view~?" he tossed his head a bit, tail flicking once.
"ei'zer way, Bonjour~"
(Ohsweeteffinggodyouareputtin
Oh my God, it's talking to me...
Jergens looked around awkwardly and expertly zigzagged through the brush till he stood in front of the stag (if he could call him that) face to face.
"No, just wonderin' where the Hell the singing was coming from." he answered honestly, hoping to deviate from the... comment... the stag had made.
This stag... Was too much like a woman to Jergens. Too much.
((ILOVERPINGASFRANCEFORJUSTTH
"oh? you 'eard me 'zen? mon chou~" he cooed, walking around the red stag, looking him over as one might look over a piece of art, or a show dog.
"mmm not bad~ 'old yourself with more pride mon chou~ chin up~ and you can smile? oui~? not too much~"
he tipped his head at the others' human face.
"oui oui~ you 'ave a nice face~" he did not frown, but looked dreamy for a moment, melancholy.
"ahh~ I miss my face~ I do not look right wi'zout 'ze 'air on my chin~" he mused.
(HE'S VERY... PRETTY. YES.
It was hard enough trying to understand the accent (that only added to the homo points, by the way), but the french words intercepting into his speech made him even harder to understand. Jergens stiffened when he looked him over, feeling... very much violated, actually.
I need an adult...
"Uhm... Thanks?" he squeaked, almost pitifully. Jergens rarely, if ever, had anyone dominate him when it came to flirting. That was his field and his field alone. He felt his dominance points dramatically lowering...
Wait... He missed his face?
"You were a human, too?" he asked, cursing himself for his curiousity.
((HE WAS FAA~AABULOUS~)) he
he laughed softly
ah yes, maybe his french words were difficult, but French was the most beautiful language in the world, the language of passion! sound of L'amour~
"an 'uman? why, monsiour! I was no simple 'human~ I was, am, France~ 'ze country of love~" he stated proudly, doing another loop around him, letting his side brush against the other's as he inspected him.
"ahh, you 'ave a lovely coat! such a nice curl~ mmm~ similar to my own oui~ ahh, but mine is tied right now, and not so, mmm how do you say, frizzy~? you should try rolling in some mint for that, mon chou~"
(*dead*) Wait... France?
Wait... France? This seemed... really familiar...
Oh my God... He found himself having a flashback moment...
---
"Faith... Who the Hell IS this 'Alaska' guy, anyway?" a very human Jergens asked a half-asleep Bartleby in his arms.
"Oh... Um..." the younger boy fidgeted a little and looked up at him. "Can you keep a secret if I tell you?" he whispered, already almost comatose in exhaustion. Jergens nodded. "
I don't rat on people... Tellmetellmetellme..."
And he had told him.
---
Ah. The flashback was over. Jergens had been zoning out for a few minutes there, but he soon shook himself with realization.
This... thing... was just like Alaska was. A human representation of land. He hoped that he wouldn't be as much of a dick as Alaska was.
"Um... Thanks again?" he hoped that this... land/deer/thing wouldn't try to rape him.
(I'M SORRY I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF *shotdead*)
((Would try? well don't mind
"'et is no problem of course~" he smiled.
"ahh~ you seem lost in 'ze realm of thought, what crossed your mind~?" he questioned most bluntly, moving closer so that he was nearly uncomfortably close.
"mmm 'et often 'elps to tell people of your troubles~ mon cherie~"
((LOLOL ALASKA|D))
(My impulsiveness knows no
OhmyGODmandon'tyouevenknowtheMEANINGofpersonalspace?!
He tried to ignore it, painful as it was as he thought about what he should say. Ah, what the Hell?
"I'm pretty sure I met someone like you before..." he muttered uncomfortably, hoping that the stag would take a hint and ease back.
"This whole, 'land being represented by people' thing. Yeah, I met the Alaska one." Maybe telling him wouldn't be such a good idea... But not like it would matter anyway.
((XDDD oh lord, now you've
The stag froze dead in his tracks, stiffening.
The sway and girlishness left, and his eyes seemed to harden for a moment.
"ce salaud, je vais avoir la tête sur un plateau, pour ce qu'il a fait pour moi et les miens, il peut tomber dans le puits de l'enfer éternel et dépérir jusqu'à ce que Dieu lui-même juge à propos de détruire même son âme!" he stomped upon the ground,
ears tilting back, thinking for a few moments before regaining his composure.
"I do not like Alaska" he stated bluntly.
(*gigglesnort* Why did I know
As bad as the flirty, outgoing deer was, Jergens found him a lot more creepy when he was angry. Dear God, he wasn't even sure if he WANTED to know all the gobblety-gook he had said.
"Chill man, chill. I don't like him either." he said, quite honestly. Alaska was competition. Pure, hated competiition.
"My boyfriend found him. Wasn't my fault that I had to be 'graced' with his prescence." Well, at least they had something in common.