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
"your boyfriend? haha! once
"mmhm, I like you more and more mon cherie~ red as roses~ and one to 'ate Alaska~ oui~" he circled a few times, much like a dog before laying down, limbs curled girlishly beneath him.
Weird... I think I'm starting
He followed the stag's suit, sitting in the old, human-like position that he was so used to. "Man, you have no idea how many times I thought that swirly eye'd bastard would rape the living Hell out of him." he smirked, quite satisflied to be talking about someone he hated.
"Sorry. I'm already taken." he grinned devilishly, finding himself growing a bit more comfortable around him.
Just a bit though.
But seriously, how many times was he going to have tell everyone that he was 'taken'? First the antler-less war veteren and now this guy? He knew he was sexy, but dayyyyyymmmm...
(Jergens is such a douche... *eyeroll*)
((XD Jergens, France would do
"Taken? ahaha~ I could never 'ave just one~" he flicked an ear, "I do 'ave some I...favour, over 'ze others...mon tournesol for example..." 'my sunflower' Russia of course but, that was an odd relationship.
He could not leave Russia, Russia was his strength.
"and 'zey did not sleep together?" he asked in shock at last about Alaska, his own bed-hopping ways ignored in favour of ridiculing another.
A fawn bounded by, and France cast it a look, licking his lips before looking back to Jergens.
(Ireallywouldnotliketopicture
Wow, hypocrite, much? Well... yer not as bad as Alaska. I'll give ya that
"Ah. A drifter, then." Jergens knew the type, and frankly had no qualms about them. He wasn't a drifter though, he was commited.
He shook his head at France's question. "If he had tried... He would have killed him. Faith was so sick at the time that sex would have killed him." he blinked. "He just wanted to hang around him. It was kinda creepy, really." If felt good to get it off his chest. He knew that his hatred of Alaska was not rational, but Jergens wasn't a rational person.
"how odd" he mused, drumming
and then...
"you 'ave 'orrible posture dear, fix it or lay down" he stated simply, "hmmm, drifter, non...just one to spread 'ze joy of L'amour...in a more, physical, sense~♥"
I can sit however I goddamn
With a small sigh, however, he lowered himself to the ground and curled his feet under him in a very formal, almost stiff pose. Frankly, he didn't want to make the stag angry again.
He resisted an urge to raise an eyebrow at him. Wow... This guy really was full of himself, wasn't he? "Whatever ya want, man..." he finally managed to mumble, awkwardly glancing around.
He's probably just teeming with STDS if that's what he really is doing...
(Ugh... going to bed before I pass out... x-x See ya in a few~)
((Nations don't catch Human
"merci" he thanked the other.
dear god it was like trying to teach America manners.
"mmm, but you said you are taken? ah~! 'ow interesting! do tell me more about 'im or 'er" he encouraged.
Tales of romance did stir his heart so~
(FFFF...) Jergens visibly
Jergens visibly flinched. If there was one thing he didn't like talking about, it was Faith. Still, he didn't want to make France angry again. Dear God, that was terrifiing...
"Faith. That was his name." he mumbled. "He... Got sick a lot... And... I didn't know him long..." he fumbled over his words, looking everywhere but the stag in front of him.
"He died... A long time ago..." Of course, Jergens knew that he was in the forest now. After all, The Priest had told him. But with his current... situation... It made it all the more difficult to think about him.
The country-deer shook his
"'ow tragic, like Romeo and Juliet oui?" his tail was still now, no longer flicking and wagging, muzzle raised, as if waiting for someone, or looking for someone, and he seemed disappointed that he did not find it, looking back swiftly with a smile.
(In-Forest Jergens has
He didn't even know what that was, but he would his word for it. "Yeah... Sure... he mumbled, ataring at the grass and soil below him.
Jergens noticed the quick glance elsewhere. "You okay, man?" he asked, mentally kicking himself for asking.
((more like hit-on and run,
"hm? oui~ merely waiting to see if a certain someone can be found" he stretched, rolling onto his back on the moss and grass, wriggling a bit in comfort, it was nice, the forest was so much more peaceful than the rest of the world.
Maybe because he didin't have to deal with politics...
(It was scary... D:
Jergens watched awkwardly as he rolled around the grass, every time the stag moved it was like he was in a neverending perfume commercial. He averted his eyes over to a lovely blue patch of flowers.
Blue... flowers...
Great... Now he was depressed again. He glanced back over to France, hoping to maybe, somehow take his mind off of other issues.
"Wait... Why are you a deer? Did France get erased off the map, or what?" True, after all, Alaska was a human, why not this guy?
(LOLOLLPOLITIKSIGEETSIT :B)
((XDDDD)) "Erased> mon dieu!
"Erased> mon dieu! no! if 'et 'ad I would disappear..." his ears flicked, "I do not know 'ow I came to be 'ere" he admitted watching the other stag's movements.
"such melancholy about you~" he lay upon his belly once again.
"ahhh~ 'et is beautiful~ but saddening~" he laughed softly.
"most beautiful things are~"
"Just wonderin' It seems
"Mm. No one ever told me that I was 'beautiful'. I think yer compliments might be a bit off, man." he grinned devilishly, his old trademark.
"It's like taking a flower and putting it in a vase. It looks pretty, but you know deep down that the damn thing is dying a slow, miserable death." he tilted his head. Hm, wasn't often that he got all 'deep' on people.
(France; DDD= D<
The nation pondered this over, humming softly.
"one must tend to flowers well...non?..." he looked down.
"they cannot grow well...in cold..." he flicked an ear.
"nor do 'zey grow well in 'eat" he looked to the flowers.
"we all die eventually mon chou"
(Jergens; *attempts to hide
"I've already died, though..." Jergens mumbled, finding it increasingly hard to understnad the nation's accent.
"A friend of mine would probably understand that more than I did..." he mused.
"I used to be more optimistic before I was thrown in here." he laughed bitterly. "Odd considering that my life here is a lot more... peaceful than my human life ever was."
((France; WHY DO YOU NOT
"mm, maybe you just need someone to show you 'ow wonderful life is, non?" he laughed softly, standing to take a step towards the red deer, "mmm, I 'ave been known as a wonderful tutor in 'ze past...maybe you need a lesson, non?" he chuckled.
[[Ama says: OOH. New gossip.
(Jergykins; ....
Jergens didn't even hesitate at that little comment. He jumped to his feet and braced himself to run. "No." he said, rather simply and flatly.
It was almost exactly how Bartleby had refused Alaska on the street that one evening. How oddly similar this was turning out.
"I never really did like my life. At all. This one and the human one. To be honest, I'm kinda used to hating it by now." despite how uncomfortable he was, he managed a sly grin.
OMGWTFBQQ OCEAN WHAT ARE YOU
Mm, That would make the roster go up to... what, four? France dosen't count, anyway. xD So it's still three.
Jergens: STFU IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! D:
[I'VE BEEN HALF-STALKING
Pfff. This will be all over the forest soon...;D
Ama: Yes it ii-iis~]
Guhh... I gotta brb for a
I gotta brb for a little while really REALLY bad storm coming in x3 (Hence why Jergy had to leave, Sonata)
((France; >D /molests/)) He
He laughed, settling down again.
Jergens was too large and too antler'd to force himself upon anyway.
"oui, very well"
((D= storm nuuu))
(FFFFF... There was like...
Jergens refused to sit back down, not after that little display. How slutty could one guy be, anyway? His curly fur bristled a little, giving him a bit more of a fiendish appearance.
"Don't touch me..." he hissed. Oddly enough, he was still grinning despite the threat.
He had always been overly defensive whenever anyone ever tired flirting with him like that. Sexual abuse while he was on the steet was what made him like that.
It was just a fear. But at least there was a reason for it (unlike his own chronic fear of dogs).
"settle down monsiour" he
"you are frightened of my affections?" he questioned, a serious question, looking up at the red stag.
((oh wow xD))
(I'm very dissapointed :
Jergens stared at him for what seemed like several moments of tension. Finally, he (somewhat) relaxed and sat back down in his former stiff pose, eyeing France with a suspicious look.
"Don't take it personally..." he mumbled. Hm, why not tell him? Wasn't like he was interesting in him.
"I'm... Terrified of sex." he shut his eyes, expecting to be laughed at or called a pansy.
That was what usually happened, anyway.
he returned to his normal
"ooh? and why is 'zat mon chou?" France lived for sex, beauty passion lust vanity, amour.
"'it seems a strange fear, but ah, maybe not, I do ot know 'ze reason after all" he cooed simply.
((France; owo))
(My mother thinks I'm insane
Jergens blinked. Hell, why not? Faith had often told him that whenever he felt stressed out, he would talk to someone about it (granted if he could talk to someone before he would pass out). He could try it.
He pawed at the ground a bit, wondering where to begin. Aw, Hell...
"Uhm... When I was a human, I was homeless. And... being... you know... homeless... I was often... Ah..." he stuttered, a behavior very un-Jergens like indeed. God, he even hated saying the word.
(Jergens; D:<)
"Forced upon?" he assumed,
He couldn't say he had never done such a thing.
"ahh, I am sorry monsiour, but it is ot good to feed these fears, hmm~?" he blinked slowly, smiling.
(Existed in the forest for
"Y-yeah..." Ugh, he hated how submissive this... thing... made him. It was embarassing. Then again, this guy seemed so horny that he would go to the extreme of raping a plant if he could.
He noted with increasing suspicion that the stag didn't deny it or say something like, "oh no, now why would I do that?" He was frankly glad that he had antlers to protect himself from deer like him. A bit of added security, if you will.
((it's because he's a perve
"because sex is a wonderful thing monsiour~" he seemed to drop it now though.
Standing his ears flicked, sniffing at the air again only to sigh and lay down quietly, eyes half closed in peace.
(More'in likely x3) No,
No, there was nothing good about it. At all. Straight or gay. Jergens had been permanently traumatized from it all. Even the thought of it made him wince.
You could even say that he feared it more than dogs...
"Ya lookin' for someone here, too?" he asked, hoping to get away from the subject. He didn't bother clarifying what he meant by 'too'.
"hm? ah, oui, I am 'oping mon
a pause, as if thinking.
"I would also like to know if any nations besides me and 'im are 'ere" he stated simply, relaxed now.
He sighed in relief. Good,
"You mean there's another one of you around?" he asked cautiously, ears laying back.
I swear to God if it's Alaska Jergens is going to have to choke a bitch...
"a few, Russia is 'ze one I
"'et is mon tournesol that I am waiting for though" he stated.
Damn... So he was here...
So he was here... Ugh, one more thing to worry about then, it seemed. He couldn't understand half the stuff that was coming out of the stag's mouth anyway. He decided not to press further. Making the nation angry was not something on his 'to do' list.
"Ya mind layin' down on the forgein-ness, man?" he finally risked asking. It was getting harder and harder for him to understand. "I don't get half of what yer tryin' to tell me." Of course Jergens' own heavy New York accent could sometimes be hard to understand as well. But at least it was english
"ah, I am sorry monsiur, but
"'zat big eye-browed fool"
"Again. No idea what yer
Wait a second...
"...I'm Jergens, in case ya wanted to know." he mentally slapped himself for not giving out his name earlier, but not like it mattered anyway.
After all, he had that glowy symbol on his head like Malware. That was... technically his true name now... But he had a soft spot for being named after a brand of lotion.
(FFFF... I feel like a noodlehead for forgetting the actual introduction x3)
((MFAO LOTION) "isn't 'zat a
"isn't 'zat a lotion?" he arched a brow, then shook his head, shaking it off.
"my name is Francis 'France' Bonnefoy~!" he announced, holding his head up.
(Jergylotionkins is not
He laughed, easing up quite a bit now. "My mother named me that cause it was her favorite." he smiled. "Guess that tells ya how much I was loved."
"Hm, France it is then." he put on a charming smile. Hell, even if the nation did remind him of a woman, he would still be fun to tease a bit.
"it's a nice brand" his lip
Maybe that was the real reason he was afraid of sex.
/oh god lotion, more/
he lost it then, laughing loudly, attempting to hide his head against his limbs as he giggled madly, eyes tearing up.
(For understanding my awful
Jergens just raised an annoyed eyebrow at him. "Yeah... I know. It's funny. Shut up, I know what yer thinking." God, how many times had people made jokes about that? Too many.
He didn't feel like thinking of a comeback. Actually, it was pretty damn amusing to watch this guy laugh his ass off. He rolled his eyes at him.
"You have no idea how many times I wanted a name change..."
"'ze change your name" he
"ahh, but I am sorry, I do not often find such funny things to think about mon cher"
Hm, he didn't know what that
Completely at ease, Jergens rolled his massive caribou body to his side, relishing the cool feel of the grass against his fur. He sighed in contenment and looked lazily looked back up at his companion. "Now what should I call you? Francis or France? Does it matter?"
(I don't know where else to go with thiiiiisss... *armflail* D: )
"Jergens....Hmm...Jerrrr...hu
/Jo loves the sound of his name
"Oh yeah? Well... Joro... You
Pfff what the hell? xD
"Don't make me come over
<3....
Indeed. /She's just teasing him by the way.
"Ya wouldn't dare... o-o
FFFF... Fofo, your blog spamming is an endless source of amusement for me x3
GEETIT,ENDLESS?!?! HAWHAWHAW!! xD
"Mnnn....-LICKKKK-" Aw, I
Aw, I was just giving some loving. I didn't know it was spam to you. :C
"OMYGAWDGOAWAYDOYOUEVENKNOWTH
I use 'spam' in the affectionate way, I don't really mean it xD *feelsloved* <3