+Preliminary Info+
-Full Name-
Jergens Paxton Foster
-Date of Birth-
May 22, 2010/1955
-Gender-
Male
-S.O-
Homosexual
-Age-
Stag
-Voice-
#00FF99
(Very low and rasping. Speaks with a heavy metropolitan accent)
-Species-
Caribou
-Height-
5'8/7'3
-Set-
Argus Key + Golden Butterfly + Crying Idol
(monarch pelt / poppies)
-Scent-
Almonds and cherries
-Identification-
oOo
-Fighter's Chart-
Strength Speed
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Defense Willpower
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Tolerance Stamina
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Advantages
*Massive size, a single blow from his antlers could probably be fatal
*May be able to use an enemy's psychology against him/her
*Strong will and determination
*More able in defusing a situation depending on the other party in question
Disadvantages
*Incredibly slow
*Often starts a fight only to use up his energy in the first few minutes
*Blind in his right eye and deaf in his right ear
*Rendered into a comatose state if his mask is removed
At first sight, Jergens is incredibly intimidating to look upon. He's massive considering the species that he's loosely based from, heavily muscled and packing a rather large rack of antlers. From the scars upon his body, one would think that he's the sort that would be remarkable in battle.
In truth, he's actually a pretty terrible fighter. Jergens is the type of individual that's far more effective working from the shadows than on the battlefront. He knows how to play with words despite his lack of a diverse vocabulary, and he knows how to use stealth to his advantage. However, his fighting is much more erratic, and obviously unpracticed.
It doesn't help that he's rapidly aged in the past few months, and with age comes physical decay. He's really not meant to be fighting at all anymore, but that won't stop him from trying (and getting his sorry ass kicked round the corner).
+Personality/Quirks+
To say that Jergens is eccentric would be an understatement. One minute he could be getting way into your personal space and the next he could be talking smack about how your mother wears army boots. Really, anything goes with him. He's the pure embodiment of
impulsive, and that often got him into a lot of trouble in the past (and still does). Just looking at the maps of scars and tears along his body is enough indication of that.
He seems really optimistic and cheery on the outside, but once you dig a little deeper, you can find a pretty sad sack of bad self-esteem and greasy failure just right under the skin The forest wasn't exactly all that kind to him in his first years. He's got the mien of some broken-down sunshiny naive optimist who just got a really cruel awakening. That's not to say that Jergens wasn't cynical and conniving to begin with, definitely not. If anything, the forest has managed to make him a lot more mellow and passive than he used to be.
There are times when his paper-thin cheeriness can get torn, and when it does, it can get pretty ugly if no else is around.
*Often drags friends into dangerous or ludicrous situations
*Rarely cries
*Highly protective of close friends and family
*As much of a poor role model as he may seem, he's very good with children
*Cowardly despite his headstrong nature; he refuses to face a situation head on.
*A sore loser and a show-off
*Able to pick people apart
*As careless and silly as he may seem he knows when it's time to get serious.
*His thought process is usually a lot more serious than one would originally believe
*Often melancholic or in a depressive like state
*Knows his boundaries, and knows damn well how to keep a secret.
*Very 'touchy-feely' with friends and family
*Tends to curse a lot, be it with actual curse words or words he just makes up himself
*Likely would hoard objects if given the space to do so
*He is dangerous and not an individual to be taken lightly
*Leaps before he looks
*Lies often, and has an inherent talent for it
*Prone to rapid mood swings
*Often smiles when he's angry... a strange habit of his
*Uncomfortable with displaying/watching blatant public affection (there are exceptions)
*Rarely is driven to actual anger (there are triggers)
*Less likely to forgive if he's physically, rather than emotionally wounded
*Can be lazy, if permitted to do so
*Prone to panic attacks if massively stressed
*If he teases you, then he likes you
*Incredibly difficult to gain his respect - almost impossible for some
*When upset, he'll never say what 'exactly' the problem is. Not even with close friends
*Capable of acting fatherly and comforting when he needs to be
*Will only act out favors for strangers if a deal is involved for himself
*Uncaring of most strangers around him, despite his good-natured attitudes towards them.
*Very unpredictable if attacked. He might retaliate like any normal person would but he's been known to just fall limp - leaving himself up to the other party's mercy.
*Capable of being absurdly cold-hearted if it means survival.
*Very chivalrous when interacting with women, almost to the point of being overbearing
*Often sleep-deprived from nightmares
*Terrified of dogs and canine-like creatures
*A poor swimmer
*He's got a knack for mathematics. Give him some kind of tricky puzzle problem and he'll mull over it for hours.
*He isn't interested in pursuing romance, and any kind of advance will only be met with a terrified refusal
*Because of the circumstances of having to care for an infirm master in his human life, Jergens has an instinctive desire to take care of deer who express signs of illness. He doesn't remember 'why' he feels the need to do so.
*He's a shitty climber, mainly due to his own bulkiness.
*Takes pain relatively well and has built up a tolerance to it.
-Other Trivial (Some Human) Features-
*A talented pick-pocket, only ever 'beaten' at it once (by Cry)
*Completely illiterate
*Has some unusual eating habits. Hates hot drinks and most sweets
*Likes to look at comic books, even if he is unable to read them
*Once a heavy smoker
*A natural thespian, as taught by his step-father
*While he no longer remembers his human life, he may still refer to aspects of the human world as terms of slang themselves without really knowing the meaning of them
-Common Forest Behaviors-
*The greet that he uses (Bow + Head Tilt) is not nearly as courteous as it might look in-game, depending on who he's greeting.
*(Nodding + Head Tilt) = 'chatting' or rambling.
*(Surprise + Head Tilt) = an exclamation/trying to get attention
*He'll often circle individual deer as a way of either breaking tension or just weirding them out
*Likewise will often do figure-eights around groups that he's trying to introduce to one another
*Likes jumping over minis and fawns to show off, and that's probably going to get him into trouble at some point.
*His 'home' is a tree right behind the Crying Idol, although he is far from territorial.
*When approaching a deer, he might try to 'sneak up' on it by darting behind trees and inching just a bit closer each time.
*Avoids the old oak as the echoing creeps him out a little.
*Can be pretty forward in approaching random deer, depending on how they look to him. With bucks and stags, he'll often just charge right up. With does, he's a lot less brash. With fawns and namelesses, depending on his mood he'll just walk up and play with them.
+Background/Appearance+
Life has not been particularly kind to Jergens. Why should it be? All in all, despite how friendly he may seem to strangers and close friends, he really is a despicable person in his own right. He has abused others, given false promises, stolen, and outright toyed with perfectly innocent people.
His existence started with abuse, which in turn manifested itself into ridicule and prejudice, and finally neglect.
He acts stupid only because that's how others wanted him to be, and what they had expected of him. The truth couldn't be more than opposite. Jergens is exceptionally intelligent in more ways than one, though his mind has been so slaughtered by others that its potential has been completely squandered.
Though his crimes were for the most part petty, his actions were governed by his own sick rules of logic and his cynical view on what humanity had turned him into.
He doesn't resent people, but he does resent their actions.
He's mellowed out considerably with age, and he's not as spiteful as he used to be, just bitter. Even sworn enemies are welcomed into his life, ghosts of the past that he's too tired to bother fighting back.
-Appearance-
Deer
Fairly simplistic in looks. Jergens is a massive stag. His pelt is a faded crimson, though it has taken on a considerable grey tone to it. The fur on his neck is longer, though still retains its whorl. His face is that of a human, mostly covered by a ratty butterfly mask that has probably seen better days. If one were to look closely, they'd notice that his right eye has a slightly milky tint to it, betraying his blindness. His chin is coated with a modest beard, a remnant of his human life. His face is wrinkled and worn, both from age and from the stress of his rather turbulent past. The antlers upon his head are large and cumbersome, curved back to his back and sharply pointed at the front.
Jergens carries a number of scars in this form, all of which are easily visible due to his short pelt. His underbelly is a web of stringy pink grooves, his back legs respectively have two pale lines running up their backs. The most significant is an old puncture wound on the right side of his ribcage, now nothing more than a star-shaped crater.
Human
Equally simple, though carries a charm all of his own. Jergens is not a particularly 'attractive' man, though he has his charms and he knows how to use them to his advantage. He is of average height, neither tall nor short, and thin as a rail. His clothing varies, but he's most well known for his army green hoodie, a gift from his childhood friend Pert. On the hollow of his throat is a light, pink scar, trailing down to his chest (the origin of which is unknown). His hair is a natural ginger, short and curly, complimenting his equally red stubble. His eyes are a deep chocolate brown, and his face is long and angular with a pronounced jaw-bone. In terms of his physical stature, he's very frail due to his lack of body fat. However, he does have a little bit of muscle to him, though not as much as an average man of his age.
Credits and whatwho;
Always a work in progress
Artwork by MunkelRunkle
Interaction is welcomed
Tumblr askblog (with Cry) is here
i think my finger slipped C:<
C:<
Your finger slippage got you
You forgot Oura >n>
fkljghdfsdfg I'm so sorryyy
I'm so sorryyy ;A;
He is such a little cutie.
lfkhgldfk well gosh thanks!
I apologize for my character
/track
another track? well thanks!
Pssh dude it's better than my glitchy buttons and lack of working hot keys :v
Sitting is just as awesome.
Afdgvshjk.j Sorry about
He doesn't know what to think at the moment.
Hey, aggression is fine so
Oh I know he did. Reed isn't
Oh well at least the computer derped right before they fought.
It's always right on that
Pretty impressive though, at least he got fished out of there before it got too bad.
" Bullshit hormones? I beg
"That still don't give ya a
"Deer in here are bitches, but that don't mean that ya gotta stoop to their level to get em' off yer backside. I did that, and look what gone and happened to me." He nodded his head towards his own webs of scars. "Ain't no one who wants that."
The bull's ears were pinned
" Hmm..whatever you say. Though I don't think a few scars arn't that bad. No matter what your p-" His words hung within his mouth and he fell silent right before he said past. It appeared that the word hung against his lips like it was dying to be set free, but he oddly refrained from saying it. Narrowing his eyes, Judauis set off a rather loud guttering sound before springing to his hooves going off into another direction. " The humming from that tree is bothersome......" He grunted as they tromped past Reed and his gang, until they met up with the original acquaintances. Though even he didn't feel relaxed enough to stay there after what just happened. So after sitting down he rose to his feet. Leading the stranger off to where he thought would be a quite place to settle down.
// Goodnight. I had fun interacting with you. .3.
"Ya saw that guy, right?
His ears flicked, and the smiled faded, but only for a second before it bloomed into a wide, fail safe grin. "Guess they're a little cool, sure, but they ain't somethin' ya gotta go searchin' fer." As laid-back as he sounded, his body was stiff as a board. "They're not so cool if they don't have some kinda reason behind em'."
Jergens did not usually let himself be followed, especially by strangers. Judauis was a bit different, if only because Jergens didn't want him killing himself off his watch. And that humming was bugging him, so he let himself be tugged along, keeping quiet only as they entered the playground.
"Yer not gonna last durin' that stupid rut thing if ya pull shit like that all the time," he said as they sat down, still smiling and even chuckling to himself. "Ya'd get ground into pulp on the first day"
((did this anyway lkdfjdf now bed, but yeah you too dude :'D))
Don't know if you would
Oh my gosh of course I
You're so kind. Seriously, thank you. I don't even know what to say I'm so flattered :'D
And I've been doing alright, little high-strung and all, but that's why I came back here. Hopefully you're doing nicely yourself. <33
aSDFGHJKL Jud will sadface
Pff poor ol' hot-headed guy,
Actually, the deer with Elle
Ff double post
Totes tracking this guy, he
Tracks
I'm the brown stag that you're sitting with atm :3 Vesas bio
~ C.S. Lewis
I rather like Jerg's
Phht he doesn't have to be patient. The bastard would realize sooner or later he fucked up..and he did. Plopped next to the log and made himself go into 'time out'. \D
Shadowfly; whoa whoops fff.
Cradlecap; Aw, thank you! ;w;
OrinocoFlow; I was wondering! Poor fellow's picto is all bunched into everyone else's on the map :'D Thanks for the trackthing
E.T.G; It's like dealing with some surly teenager for him, and that's awesome. Duel temperament problems yay! : D
You are most welcome :3 I've
~ C.S. Lewis
Tracking for Keshy too,
OrinocoFlow; Naw dude I get
BlueOrchid; Well thanks! : D Ahh so many new bios to look at. Awesome~
Maaaaaaan don't apologize for
Aw yeahhhh getting my major
although I can't jinx myself into not being accepted egheghPhht, friendship plane.
He just thinks Jud is a
Fly was glad he could meet
And I was glad to see the old
i dont know if i'm tracking
sevensthedoerompingwithyouandlionel
Ohh nifty! I wasn't seeing
and thanks for the track!
Already trackin' dis on my
Ooc moment when I came around and lead away but I can't leave Jergens all by himself yo, just ain't happening.
oh pff you :'D you can for
you can for real leave him if you want. I'm so afk right now that he's just kind of... eternally sitting :I boring
"Oi've never seen such a
"Ye can't even climb onto that tiny rock? Oi must admit Oi had bigger expectations."
Prancing around from one end of the rock to the other, she waited patiently, not expecting him to catch up to her anytime soon.
Jergens' footing staggered
Of course it was always a bit of slick moss or some uneven crag that made him slip and stumble down the rock's edge, legs flailing to keep a proper stance. He had always been terrible at scaling the playground cliffs.
He tried to step up over the crack to Jamie's rock, only to have his bulky knees buckle. He slipped back down the slope and pawed at the ground, sides quivering.
"The fuck is wrong with ya anyway?!" he called up the cliff's edge, nostrils flaring. This hadn't been the first time that the little mini had picked his nerves. "Ya wanna fight or somethin'? I was just tryin' to be nice!"
Looking around the boulder's edge, there was a little ledge that led up to the platform that Jamie was on. Smirking, Jergens made his way for it, trotting casually.
"Not me fault if ye can't
She couldn't help but yawn. The red stag was taking ages. "Ye were the one following me even though Oi told ye not to."
Watching him, she scratched a hoof against the rocky ground. Being nice me arse, pff. "Ye're just trying to annoy me."
"Heyy! Don't take the easy way out just because ye suck!" She shouted as she saw him using the ledge. "That's cheating."
"Yeah, well ye've been
Hefting himself onto the smooth boulder's floor, he bent his neck down to Jamie's height, but didn't approach. Instead he just tip-toed around the cliff's edge so that he could face her directly. "Seriously though, m'not tryin' to annoy ya. Really!" It wasn't his fault that everything he did was taken the wrong way.
"What can I say? Guess I've always been a bit of a cheater." His grin turned wider as he said this, like he was laughing over some dumb inside joke. "Ain't fair that yer so much smaller, too y'know?"
Are you talking about
This
yeahhhh that thing! : o
(ahh I'm such a loser all I can do is scrolly boxes that's literally all I can do)
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oh wow that's it? Now I just
Now I just feel pathetic B'D Thanks oodles!
No need to feel that way I
"W-what.. no?!" She got all
She snorted. "Yeah as if Oi'd believe that." She raised her head, staring at him. She had to admit to herself that she loved to annoy him too, except when he laughed at her attempts.
She stepped back a little, flattening her ears. "Me size got nothing to do with it." She said, raising her chin as if she tried to make herself look taller.
"Cheaters deserve to be punished." She took another step back, then suddenly began racing towards him. The small deer took a leap and bumped her head as hard as she could against one of the stag's back legs. She had tried to throw him off of some rocks earlier without success, always having aimed for the wrong spot.
farts here affectionately