Favorite place: The bridge at the pond
Favorite flower: Water lillies
Infatuation: No one yet
Gender: Female - Antler Doe
Name: Nimbreth (elven meaning for Birch)
Nickname: Nim or Kura (Her mothers name before she became seperated)
Personality: Often feels alone, but once known, it delightful, happy, playful and loving.
Siblings: None but will consider other deer who may get close to her soul sisters, or soul brothers.
Favorite past time: Walking the forest, seeing who is around and what's happening.
Title: none yet
Favorite Foods: Purple flower petals and small mushrooms.
Family: none here

History:
Many nights had passed since the sun set on that frightful evening.
Nimbreth, as a young fawn ventured away from her beloved mother. She hadn't planned to go far, she only wanted to play with a lightning bug that has made it's way into their brambled home. Winking in and out of sight, the bright and tiny creature had given much more to the chase than simply dissappearing down a rabbit hole, or sent chittering up a tree. Such foul language squirrels had. "City talk" her mother had called it. The venture had spent the night quickly and Nimbreth found herself far and away of her mothers protective shadow. Bleating till her throat was raw and painfilled she wandered again 'till nightfall. Collapsing among stone ruins her stolen heart was only appeased by the absence of her conciousness. She dreamed not this night but slept in sheer exhaustion.
As dawn broke through the filtering trees, the cold stone brought forth the reality of her plight before she had even opened her amber eyes. She was alone. Bellows and howls, and calls of other deer she knew nothing of filled the distance. She listened intently for a long time to realise that none of those promising voices belonged to Kura, her mother.

Falling upon the need of others to survive was difficult for Nimbreth, who now as well called herself Kura in remembrance of her mother. Perhaps one day, she will find her way back. Then again, what a horrible fawn she was to leave her side and wander away. It was not as if she could ask for forgiveness. What a foolish thing she had been. Tears welled in her honey colored eyes as the tomb stone beneath her stole away her warmth.

Now an adult, Nimbreth finds it hard to join the others, having already been chased away once from a family, who looked upon her as a common beast. Treated as a theif in the night. Perhaps they understood she had not birthed here. Perhaps... she really just dosn't belong with the rest of those who dwell here.
Nimbreth feels she no longer has a place to belong. No place to claim. She feels as if she belongs somewhere within the veil between this world and another, perhaps the dream world between life and death could find her suitable. A realm walker. It wouldn't be the first time she had gone to such a place.. but thats another story.