Basics
Name: Eiros [ear-ohs]
Gender: Stag
Age: 26 [human years]
Sexual Orientation: ...Unsure
Relationship status: Single
Basic Appearance: Dark real-deer pelt, Whistling mask and Golden antlers. Short blonde hair adorns his head and snakes down the back of his neck to his withers. Wrapped around his right antler is a purple ribbon with a small, silver bell dangling from the end. He's quite tall and lanky, somewhat feminine looking for a stag. His body is completely devoid of scars or blemishes and his facial features appear deceptively youthful.
Hobbies: Dancing, singing, telling stories and reciting poetry
Abilities: The ability to heal others through physical contact [These powers are explained below]
Color: #765671
Personality
Eiros is generally an introvert. First impressions are of a quiet, reserved individual - polite but guarded around those he isn't familiar with. He's an insecure fellow as well, always a bit paranoid and on edge, especially in the presence of imposing company. He is unsure of himself in the presence of others, and while he tries to be friendly and fit in his awkwardness and social cluelessness is more than obvious. The stag avoids physical closeness and contact – even around those he has good relationships with - yet he appears envious of it in others. He can become uneasy, frustrated or restless in the presence of overly affectionate couples or groups. You'd have to do some digging or know him well to figure out the reason's why.
Eiros is a ...conflicted stag when it comes to trust and forming bonds. While he has convinced himself that trusting and getting too involved in others isn't such a good idea... he can't really seem to help himself. In the end he can trust far too easily, to the point of being a little gullible. Doing so and divulging too much about himself to unworthy companions has gotten him into dire trouble in the past, but it's unlikely he wont make the same mistake again. Despite everything...there is nothing Eiros longs for more than being close to someone, and distance he keeps between himself and others can seem a bit strange once you get to know him. Eiros seems to take a genuine and sometimes deep interest in others and feels a strong sense of empathy towards them - appearing to be especially drawn towards those in need of compassion. Eiros possesses a determined and yet conflicted drive to help; either by healing, or just...brightening someone's day by being close or entertaining them with his stories, songs and dances. It's when he sets his mind to accomplishing this goal that you really see him break free of his shell. His is a confident and more than competent in his artistic crafts and seems to take quite a bit of pride in that...though as soon as he is finished he easily reverts back to his quiet, humble nature. But just because he desires to help...doesn't mean he's always willing to do so readily. He has learned to pace himself with his abilities, and actually appears to be very weary of sick or injured deer despite his concerns. He may spy on them, analyzing their condition as well as their character. Just how he judges who to heal and who not to is unknown, if there's any criteria behind it at all. It is a tough decision either way and one he does not take lightly.
With his abilities being what they are, it's difficult not to label him selfless – though his own sense of self preservation struggles to get in the way. Eiros can be incredibly brave and stoic when absorbing broken bones and lacerations, yet he hates any sort of confrontation or violence. He would rather cower or flee from danger or aggression than retaliate. The scrawny stag has no idea how to fight, though he may give it a tentative try if absolutely forced to defend his own well-being, or that of another. When in a weakened state he will reject all but familiar company, and even still be weary of them.
Abilities
- Heals through physical contact. It is an involuntary reaction.
- Heals by absorption, drawing the ailments of others into himself. Any injuries or illnesses the other has will be drawn from them and transferred to him, essentially swapping conditions with whoever he's in contact with.
- If he is in contact with a deer that is healthy, he will begin to draw in their 'healthy' energy, making them feel sick and/or weak after a prolonged period of exposure.
- Once he has absorbed an ailment, anyone who comes in contact with him before he has healed is more at risk for having their energy rapidly drained. Depending on the severity of the ailment, they may even begin to experience the same feelings of pain or illness – without actually being sick or injured. Think of them as 'phantom' sensations.
- Without borrowing excess energy from others, Eiros heals at the same rate as anyone else. The more energy he is able to draw from others, the faster he can heal himself.
- Despite being able to heal quickly, it is just as possible for him to die from his ailments. If the injury is too severe his body can go into shock and absorption may not work. The more severe the injury, the more energy he will need to quickly heal it before it threatens his life, and this can be difficult and put others in danger.
- Along with exchanging physical energies, Eiros can also exchange emotional energy. If someone he's in contact with is excited and he is calm, they too will start to feel calm while he will feel their excitement. Unlike physical energy however, emotional energy is easily changed and manipulated and the transference is nowhere near as effective. Once the other realizes what is happening they can easily shake the feeling off.
- Absorbing energy is a high for Eiros. It's an exhilarating rush, and just like a drug...can become addicting if he begins to over-expose himself to it.
In The Game
- Eiros cowers to show his general nervousness - it is not always fear. If you mean him no ill will he warms fairly quickly.
- If your deer gets close or touches him, he'll eventually nervously move away from them to avoid absorbing their energy. If your deer is injured (and I'm aware of it, that is) he'll keep a good distance.
- If you find Eiros initiating contact with your deer, this could be a sign of trust with friends and an attempt to comfort...or he could just be absorbing their energy
- If your deer is injured and Eiros boldly approaches and lays close beside them (He may ask they lay down if they aren't already), this means he intends to heal them. When he has finished he will stand. If your deer stands and breaks contact in the middle of it, they will only be partially healed (Or if he chooses to only partially heal them, I'll let you know OOC). He will then assume the injures he has absorbed.
- WIP...
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Eiros' uncertainty grew at
“By Mother, I mean the Crying Idol.”
The stag's ears sprang forward. Had he...heard her right?
“The Crying Idol...” he repeated, his voice low enough to be a whisper. The forest around him suddenly transformed, and he was standing in front of the carved stone. Her eyes were gaping holes of sorrow, staring right into him... It had frightened him at first. There was something about the fountain... It wasn't just stone. There was energy within it. And now this little doe had said something peculiar. She had called it Mother.
He blinked back the image. Quill was speaking again, and though her words should seem absurd, something about them fascinated him. Even if they weren't true – though Eiros had a hard time believe the blunt little doe would lie about such a thing – it made for a good story, and stories were something the stag had plenty of appreciation for.
“I see... I am acquainted with her but I feel embarrassed now that I haven't ever properly introduced myself,” the blonde spoke carefully, seeming ashamed.
“I couldn't refuse such a request after that.”
((HOLY SMOKES. Sorry for
[I was wondering where you
[[I've had my nose buried in
Quill nodded, watching his expression. Was that doubt? Why would he doubt her about Mother? Something quietly nudged at the back of her mind and she pushed it off.
Perhaps you are the only one who can hear me, dearest.
With a quiet snarl, she pushed the voice away, ignoring the quiet laughter echoing within her mind. Quill's ears pinned back and she forced a smile in Eiros's direction. She motioned for him to get up, turning and pacing towards the distant Idol. After a few paces, she slowed, turning back.
"Don'cha worry, she don' always talk. She's kinda quiet, jus' 'ppreciates the company, y'see. She don' mind people ignorin' her! Yew comin'?" Quill wagged her tail, waiting for the buck.
((Sorry for the fail, muse went POOF.))
Her change in expression
Of course, the blonde wasn't about to ask it of her. She was motioning for him to stand...to follow. She had turned away. Was it to hide her true emotions? Was this...safe? Eiros briefly closed his eyes and laughed under his breath. He was being silly... At the sound of her voice, he lifted his head and opened his eyes again, his expression one of mixed emotion. Whatever doubts he might have been having...he didn't give into them just yet. Nodding his head in quiet obedience, the lean stag shifted his weight and carefully rose to his feet. The pain in his leg was mostly gone, but he was still careful not to strain it, and the most recent wounds were nearly memories, though the patch of missing fur from the gash in his shoulder had yet to grow in completely. The youthful looking stag was light on his long limbs as he stepped gingerly towards her from the comfort of his birches.
“Well it sounds like we have a lot in common already, your mother and I...Lead the way?” he tilted his head and eyed her wiggling tail with a smile.
he looked at th stag giving a
This guy is adorable in his
Tracking ^^
Sunlight filtered through the
Resting now in the sun, she enjoyed the feel of the dappled sun on her face, and the warm languid feel of the air. The doe was relaxed, content next to her son. She turned her face up to the slightly built stranger. “You sing well. I enjoyed your dancing too, you are quite good.” she said, softly, not wanting to do anything to startle this stranger who was full of paradoxes. “I am called Herla,” she offered by way of introduction, “and this is my adopted son, Ciel.” she said inclining her head towards the injured young buck that slept beside her now.
[This was a lot easier to
The warm golden light enveloped him, splashing across his back and shoulders and tinting his brown pelt a honey hue. The smooth surface of his antlers shone gold in the reflective shine, and the yellow of his hair was bleached out almost entirely. If he closed his eyes and concentrated on nothing else, the heat of the sun felt like an embrace. It was comfort, closed in on all sides, squeezed and loved. At least until the breezes came, shifting the empty air about on either side of him to remind him it was but an empty illusion. His eyes fluttered open, gaze lifting to leafy treetops. Specks of gold dust floated like particles of magic through the soft ribbons of light. Perhaps they were magic...little worlds inside of worlds. Heh, such an absurd observation, yet it brought a small smile to his lips as his eyes focused on one such speck and followed it all the way down from the canopy before it swayed and hovered in his breath before his masked face.
The doe's voice abruptly drew his gaze, interrupting any closer inspection of the floating world. It was a light and not at all unpleasant sound and had a sing-song quality to it that kept him rapt to every word. The stag peered at her across the distance he had kept between them, 'aware' the only real description befitting his current expression. Indeed after his brief intermission of dance and song the blonde's demeanor had noticeably lightened. He regarded the female calmly now, even in the presence of her injured son.
“Thank you... I am glad you enjoyed it. You are quite the graceful one yourself,” the male spoke in quiet praise, his smile slight yet genuine. Polite. His voice was softer than her own, breathy as though he were winded, yet though the muscles in his legs and shoulders tingled warmly from the effort of the dance but he did not appear the slightest bit tired.
“Herla...” he repeated the name, pronouncing it slowly, drawing out the r and the a. Mm, yes, it was a lovely sounding name. It suited her very well.
“I am...Eiros,” he introduced, nodding his head in brief acknowledgment. The tiny bell that swayed from the tip of his antler jingled lightly at the movement. Lifting his head once more, his violet eyes shifted from hers to gaze down at the larger sleeping stag curled beside her. They glided over him in slight apprehension, but stopped to study with interest the green, freshly lain globs of plant matter covering each of his wounds.
“You appear...quite skilled at that...” he pondered out loud, his words trailing off with his thoughts until he quickly realized they might near clarifying, “Medicines, I mean. His wounds look very well cared for...”