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Jokerman





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Goes by... Jokerman, JM, Jo
Species... Greater Kudu
Age... Adult
Size... (link)
Scent... Highly varied.Some vague, earthy elements. Comprised of distinct components that can be muted or brought out to change its very nature. Can convincingly change or mask her scent when desired.
Notably devoid of other deer.

Pheromones... Truly androgynous; feminine and masculine qualities.And noticeably calm, even in high-stress situations.
Speech... A lower-register, slightly monotonous rasp that tends to become hushed or rapid. Hints at several accents including Earth Gaelic. #A80813/#DEDED3


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10 . 03 . 14


Saved, yet again, by Zombies...


10 . 03 . 14

10 . 03 . 14

WILL THIS EVER BE UPDATED AGAIN?

Last update Rossamund was still dead ffs.

The first time.

Fuuuuck.

Little self-reminder/MOTIVATION to at least go and try to archive as many RPs as possible before Skype deletes them so I can actually remember what happened when I do get around to it.

STILL LOVE YOU, CRAZYBITCH. I'M SORRY.

least you get a bio tho




Doing everything in her power to keep her presence in the Forest lightly-felt and difficult to trace, but inevitably brought out of her seclusion on a few noteworthy occasions.

Reunited with Castallion when she first caught scent of the buck, glad to see he was in as great as shape as ever (and just as colorful in personality as appearance). Tended as much to Rossamund as she could, finding the boy needed counseling through an admittedly difficult chapter of his time in the forest. Tried to work with him on fighting in his ghost form and encountered a hostile June during one their sessions. Spoke with the Rabbit and attempted to diffuse a little of the ire she understandably felt for both of them, succeeding on a few small points she felt. Vowed to take advantage of what communication had been established to try to follow through on it in the future, and from that could only strongly advise Rossamund on how to handle interactions if he valued having a chance of a relationship with his "sister." (It seemed he had been stalking a few of her friends. No idea where he learned that kind of behavior...)

More than the "physical" however, being relegated to this form had the Myling contending with heavily emotional turmoil. Did her best to offer her support where she could through these dark times, not minding when he came to visit her and Indi although made it clear after an encounter with Rohit that he understood both children were to be protected at all costs. Didn't feel she had to say more than that, and Rossamund appeared uplifted by her mentioning that she considered him like family. Less enthused about received the title of Aunt, but it was neither the place nor time.

Speaking of confusing familial ties, had been making gradual progress in her relationship with Indi's son, still finding it imperative to get him on accepting terms with her before approaching Abhiri. Starting to consider it wise that Rohit learn to spar, as he's a quiet, serious little thing with a lot of pent-up energy, and she frankly thinks he could use the outlet. He'd (unfortunately) seen his first fight not too long ago, despite her and Indi's attempts to keep him out of it knows he saw far more than he should have. Attempted to egg him on a few times on a lazy evening at the Playground, under Indi's approval of course, and probably only succeeded in cementing her Weirdo image. Though was able to deadpan though her joy in causing him some adorable frustration in the process of trying to get him to wrestle.

Ended up laying off him finally, and he'd retreat back to his mother on the boulders glaring at her as if she was the single greatest source of evil on this planet. Joked with Indi a few times about how much he seemed to take after his mother and just kind of gets this look back that made her question if the Sangai also noticed a certain other resemblance the children bore... maybe JM wasn't going crazy after all.

One of the most significant recent occurrences to memory was no doubt Rossamund's safe and eventual return to life, after a long and frustrating journey. Saw to it that he was fed and accompanied for the first few days of his recovery, incidentally using up each of the rabbits she had asked him to kill just days prior, when food hadn't been of interest to him but was to her for a project. Didn't find out how it had happened, not finding the timing right then and also not having seen much of the Myling since that week, though hearing whispers here and there of some of his exploits, for better or for worse.

Caught Rohit and Abhiri out running around one night without Indi's usual constant supervision and got just close enough to keep an eye on them without alerting them to her presence. Indi showed up in no time, so she relaxed and fell into her own thoughts as the family played. Completely caught off guard when the trio came and took Red Hill by storm in a confusing game of Zombies, no doubt initiated by Rohit, and ended up getting involved in it whether she wanted to or not. Somehow had been promoted from "Evil Zombie" to "Zombie Hunter" in the little guy's eyes, which while it sounded like an improvement at the time, Jokerman quickly realized still made her the antagonist in the little game. Though she fought back, was quickly outnumbered, mobbed, and infected to his seeming delight before Abhiri tired out. Rohit still looked at her like she was nuts when she rubbed the trees afterward, in an attempt to get him to play a little more. Would have to try more drastic measures later, but for the time just took it in stride and settled near the group tentatively. Heart all but seized when the smallest of the trio wandered over and ended climbing onto her back and falling asleep there. A whole myriad of fears put to rest by seeming to get Abhiri's stamp of approval and Rohit's growing tolerance. Didn't say anything to Indi at the time but knows it meant as much to her, too.

Her time and visits with Indi had been occupying the majority of her mind in one way or another, either working during the day on small schemes and building contacts with deer relevant to those schemes, visiting the family in the evening or stealing moments alone with Indi during the night. Hadn't been sticking her nose into much else that was arguably not her business, at least not in any obvious way. And while things were definitely much improved from where they started, the last thing she wanted was to any way encroach on the Topaz's time with her recently reunited family, or to be perceived by an intruding force by either of them. Found Indi by the flower patch near the river alone tonight and gladly took the opportunity to spend some time with the mother.

It wasn't too long before they were being watched. Waited to see if the other (Indigo) would approach on his own, but aware that her own companion was a little less comfortable with the bird's approach (Player assumes Indi felt tacky being caught wearing the same name so embarrassing) and went to deal with it head-on, as was the Sangai's way. Watched this as well though eventually interfered just to make it clear to the newcomer they weren't going to be chasing him, giving him the chance to come closer if he wanted. Could remember every one of her run-ins with Morioch since returning to the Forest and they were intentionally few and far between, but had seen enough of his small bird companion to make a few conclusions about his presence. Knew it was likely that nothing more than simple curiosity that had spurred the visit, though there was a few other possibilities too.

With this thought, plopped herself on the ground, intending to see how the rest would play out. Laid her head on her forelegs and watched with half-lidded interest as she waited for him to either come closer or Morioch to show up, standing enthusiastically when the older male came by. Took the opportunity to observe his behavior and appearance, nothing more than a sniff to his small companion which caused a small stir of amusement in the Kudu as he took off again. Watched the littler one leave, regretting that she hadn't been able to exchange greetings but time enough for that later. Maybe. Whatever it was, it was still better than Xetkal, and she resumed her earlier stance that there was no need for her to get involved.

Aware as they settled back down that Indi was still tense. Assumed her own omniscient Jokerman way what it was about without even asking, leaned close and quietly launched into the best reassurances and promises she could give her friend. Was cut off with Indi's words of knowing, and complete trust in her, and that was enough. In a moment of intimacy responded with the only thing better than that that she could think of which brought the doe pressing closer, things instantly seeming a lot simpler and a lot more complicated in that action. Shut out the world and lingered in each other's companies for as long as possible before Indi had to return to the kids.

Left as well, figuring the twilight hours would be the best time to do this. Despite Rossamund having promised to replenish the rabbit supply, had taken it upon herself to kill, cure, and preserve a variety of small vermin carcasses over the weeks following his return. Gathered them now and went off to the Birch to speak to a contact she'd made there, wanting to pursue a little whim.



It's good to see you both.
...We'll have to do something about that maternally-instilled sense of virtue.


Keeping close at Indi's family's heels should the need for aid ever surface; apart from that, busying herself with other things.

Many visits from Rossamund, to her relief. The Myling was doing a good job of checking in and putting her mind at ease. Watching his appearance shift from avian to vulpine to, at times, something like his original form. Which is at once heart-rendingly gratifying and more than a little bit amusing when he couldn't seem to perfect the hue.

Helped him work on his coloration this afternoon, the process being long and consisting of much trial and error and doubtless lots of effort from the Ghost. Eventually he got it right and their efforts were rewarded. Definitely didn't fall into the pond at any point. Settled into a mood for a moment and took note of the little Ghost sneaking off. Equally curious of where he was going as she was what he would do off on his own, and opted to explore the latter today. Feigned slumber and waited. The thought process being "He can't get hurt... right?"

Wrong. The Myling came back a short while later and settled back next to her. Could sense something was off and kept her mouth shut, just eyed him thoughtfully. At last he started spilling. Questioned him on it a little bit about his participation in a fight, as much interested in his ability to be hurt as the source of his injury. It seemed to be another hallmark of him gaining aptitude in this form.

Joined by Ciel and Neela as well, greeted the pair somewhat briskly as Neela was being adorable and shy and what was Jo supposed to do with [i]that?
Felt bad; she really needed to work on how she approach fawns, little girls in particular, but that thought was intermingled with the one that most kids start crying when she looks at them, and more lately have thought that she was going to eat their brains. Didn't want to do that to Ciel's family, and entertained other ideas, all of which consisted of staying seated for now.

Resumed talking with Rossamund, though noted his change in behavior with the pair's arrival. Found out about... something. Unsure. Ushered him a bit closer to Neela, perplexed at both their behaviors when she found out they were supposed to be friends. Also barked out some orders for any future 'incidents' with protecting others. Trying to work with him as it was evident the buck's code of honor was a part of him, and there was no use trying to pretend it couldn't get him hurt anymore.[/i]



...He has my ears.


Since disappearing five months ago, things have changed in ways even she hadn't expected. A contractual visit to the Soul Dealer Osias's hell resulting in her eventual breakthrough after being able to make contact with Eraline's ghost, in a deeply personal visit that she has kept to herself, but remains markedly changed by. Emerged with a renewed sense of obligation and the first hints of inner peace in years. Surprised herself more than anyone else by asking Indi if she could come along with her on her quest to find her children, instead of returning to the Forest as originally intended.

Visited the Sangai's homeworld in projected vessels and succeeded in establishing her children's souls' connections with the Forest. Concluded the long and arduous 'adventure' and returned to the Forest approximately a month ago, where they immediately set about trying to find the youths, both unsure and nervous that it hadn't worked out after all, or knowing if they would be able to recognize either fawn. Eventually mother and children were happily reunited, though it was clear it would take time and effort for things to settle down. Understanding of this, backed off immediately so as not to make the transition any rougher, even though falling back into old habits of withdrawing was the last thing she wanted right now.

Has busied herself with relearning the Forest. The first order of business being to touch bases with Henna. Accepted her sister's scolding for her lengthy absence (with no way of contacting) and insisted on learning of recent news. All worse fears seemingly came to light. Heartbroken to hear of Rossamund's passing, all the anger she felt directed purely at herself and even saddened that she had put Henna in this place. Made a sort of peace with it a few weeks later, however. Found a way to keep in touch with the boy's spirit and has not given up on finding a proper conclusion to these events. Treasures his attempts to make contact with her and does everything she can to increase the frequency of his visits.

A few other small visits here and there with others. Sat with Ciel at one point and was grateful as ever for his presence in her life, however little their paths may cross. But for the most part, drifted through the Forest like a ghost. Embracing the solitude and spending much time seemingly wrapped up in her thoughts near the riverbed, hardly moving to acknowledge the glances from certain passers-by; wisened up to a few less-friendly individuals in this way, though hasn't acted on it yet. Uncertain if she will. Also been crashing at the Topaz's home when she wasn't there, for a change of scenery. Sentimental like that. Found by Israel one afternoon in her favorite spot, and filled in on his recent travels. Unsure of how to receive the buck now that he's older, and treading carefully but firmly. Intends to learn more about him in light of Indi's relationship with her adopted son.

Rarely sees the Sangai after helping her to reunite with Rohit and Abhiri. Missing Indi like crazy after the events of the past months, which was expected and only natural. Using the time wisely, making preparations. Beginning to take small steps towards encountering the trio and familiarizing them with her presence, particularly Rohit, who already has a negative impression of her. Reassured by Indi that the boy has always been the cautious type. More endeared than anything with being able to see so much of his mother in the fawn. Happy to have them all here, and Indi so obviously happy.

Thoughts and perceptions challenged, even more than she thought they would be, by the two perplexing, spirited little creatures now in both their lives. Trying to do her best to give the newly-reunited family time to adjust, but acutely aware of certain aspects that are incredibly familiar. Keeping these thoughts to herself for the time being as she really isn't sure what it all means, though muses on it a lot in her spare time. Already charmed by and devoted to the fawns in mind, it seems.



Additional Notes


In excellent health. Elated, focused.





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Appearance


A traveling spirit; has accrued many different traits—marks—throughout different lifespans which manifest in different ways depending on the realm she is in. In the Forest she takes the form of a rather plain Greater Kudu from a previous life, though with enough time spent, her appearance has begun to warp.

More personal and spiritually-bound elements have revealed themselves. Rich brown fur has deepened to mahogany, and is ticked with shades of bright ruby. Even the helm with which she'd once identified so deeply, a male Kudu skull, had been stolen and a new one replaces it now which is completely her own; forged out of a mysterious, non-organic material and sculpted to depict an almost mocking caricature of her nature.


Set one - Idol Pelt, Skull Mask, Key AntlersIndicates her helm, which is usually worn.
Her physical state is a direct reflection of her mental state, and though it can be manipulated somewhat for her own advantage, generally a rich red overtone and healthy amount of weight reflects ambition and physical preparedness, for better or for worse. There is no desire to be disguised or blend into her surroundings at these times and greater visibility is often the intended result. A beacon of confidence that welcomes friend or foe to find her.

Set two - Fan Pelt, Real Deer Mask, Noh Antlers When unmasked. Very rare; it takes a strong impact in her life to get her to shed her helm.
Her fur can vary from a lush, deep red, to a coarse ashen brown in periods of emotional decline. The waning desire to eat, drink, or tend to her physical being is indicative of taut emotions and negligent self-worth. It is not uncommon for her spine and hip bones to become pronounced in times of severe undernourishment. Despite the physical and emotional depletion, her mental faculties are commonly heightened in these moments, and may be the reason she allows herself to fall into such a sorry state. It is the next best thing for a Deer who strives to be invisible. Unpretentious and easily passed by but often incredibly keen to her surroundings.



Solid, sleek musculature, she has no great bulk and probably borders on the slender side. Neither does she have any appealing curves or plush fur; only a slight shagginess around her throat and a slightly out-of-control mane. Tall and gaunt even at her best.

She is unhorned, with a broad, angular face, and dark amber eyes. She generally has a somber demeanor that can range from incredible severity to an almost coltish humor, and can be difficult to decipher under a stone mask. Lithe in movement with a careful, efficient briskness. Movements are measured and appear carefully calculated, with hints of underlying tension.




Features



Ritual Helm Whether its use as a ceremonial object was meant in its own right, has become a tool to her own personal ritual in the form of hunts. Affords great measure of power, protection, and anonymity. Allows a disconnect from reality and identity that is to her day-to-day function as crucial as the great power it wields.
It boasts a somber, almost patronizing expression of sympathy and pity. Traded by the Craftsman.
Twin God Charm One of a pair of charms, once worn by Eraline. Forged into the crown of her new helm. Passed on by Ciel.
War Paint A tribute to a daughter from one mother to the other, usually covered by her mask. From Henna.
Soul Dealer's Scar Strange marking in the shape of a human hand, around her throat and neck region. Acquired upon entering Osias's world.
Bug Bite On her left shoulder, not visible from a distance. Courtesy of Allu.




Combat



Whatever her state of health, Jokerman almost always has great reserves of energy and stamina. Though strong for her stature, where brute force is concerned she can be outmatched by many of the Forests' residents. High dexterity levels compensate somewhat for this.

She is a tactical fighter and relies heavily on strategy and mind games, and is better than average at spotting the same in others. It is common for her to avoid fighting or at least greatly be able to diffuse it through countering her would-be opponents' actions. She is very controlled in movement and consideration, and it is rare for her to engage in combat unwillingly.

Though sparring is one of the few activities she enjoys, she is not one to get into meaningless fights. Jokerman is outcome-oriented and has very little pride to be manipulated. Safety is her driving ambition so she'll often occupy herself with evacuating innocents from the area or distracting the offender. She is not concerned about fair play or honor, and will gladly team up with other deer to take down someone she considers a true threat, though she is highly concerned with collateral damage.

She accepts great responsibility for her actions and would sacrifice her own well-being for an innocent without hesitation. A well-known weakness.


(more later)







You have to realize you're the Devil just as much as you are God
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...I thought I could

...I thought I could resist.

But I can't.

MINE. IT'S MINE.

Phaios's suddenly troubled

Phaios's suddenly troubled tone succeeds in throwing Jo completely off, and she takes a moment to recount her words. The compliment was underhanded, she supposed, but not that underhanded, so she quickly assumes it was her thoughtless remark that got her this reaction. Jokerman's lost a lot of her practice at this, but she also learned long ago that you can't ignore things when you know something's funny. It is with this attitude in place that she gives the brown doe a flat but accepting look.

"If you don't want to think or talk about it, you don't have to... I definitely understand. But if you're going to stay here and keep thinking about it while we pretend to talk about something else, and from the looks of it, you're polite enough to do that, just know you could just as well say what's on your mind."

Definitely out of practice.

(goddamnit ivi and here i thought you were better than that.)
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*sob* I WAS FOR A WHOLE TEN

*sob*
I WAS FOR A WHOLE TEN MINUTES, BRIT ;_;

Edit: *waves the magical timelapse wand of MSN* LET THERE BE MERGEANCE poof
.....That awkward moment when you realize you closed the conversation before you looked at the last post again

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"I appreciate it... Though I'd have to say 'should' and 'don't' are different things," Phaios answers dryly. Jo's moving closer - and again, no less - was surprising, knowing her tendencies, but the brown and gray doe makes no comment towards it. "There will always be things I'll wish I had done differently... But I suppose it's where I find myself in the end that decides whether they're worth fretting over. I try not to dwell, either way."

I knew if anyone could do it,

I knew if anyone could do it, you'd be able to.

(That awkward moment when you realize you haven't closed out of a conversation in three weeks...)

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The Kudu, visibly relaxed now (as much as she was capable these days, anyway) lets a compassionate smile soften what little can be seen of her features. She doesn't know Phaios's full situation and her respect for the female prevents her from pretending as though she does. Any advice Jokerman could offer would surely fall far below the level of self-efficiency and perspective that the brown doe already achieved for herself.

"You have many here who are invested in seeing that you find yourself happy, in the end. Which I would consider an accomplishment in itself, by the way," she says quietly. "Even before... she always mentioned you, and I suspect you've been doing good long before her time."
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She. There could only be one

She. There could only be one 'she.'
"I miss her often," the doe replies, a little off topic but feeling it none the less. "I miss a lot of folks... There are many I'd give the world for, but it seems the ones I most enjoy at my side have a tendency to vanish or to turn. I dread the day when Aria realizes she's too 'cool' to be around an old hind," she adds, the last bit an attempt to at least sound a little less heavy-hearted.

A vacant silence is Phaios's

A vacant silence is Phaios's response to her first statement, but the emotion expressed is obviously felt heavily by Jokerman, who points her muzzle to the ground and gives the brown doe another fleeting smile.

"It won't happen." The skull helm shakes with conviction. She knew Phaios meant to bring the conversation into a lighter turn, but the worry was something she couldn't leave unaddressed. "You know you're more to her than just some hind she visits from time to time. You're her mother, she needs you now and she'll need you always."

Jo was sure Phaios knew this already, but still, it was a lesson the Kudu had learned for herself far too late.
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"Mm, some days I'm not so

"Mm, some days I'm not so sure it isn't the other way 'round. It's been nice to have her and her sister around. The little ones are going to be a challenge, but they're bright in spite of their beginnings." They had sooo muuuuch energyyyy.
And if anyone thought she was off topic before... "I knew someone named 'Hind,' once. She called me 'Pie'... I never really knew why. She was very odd. But then, most were... Feuds do funny things to heads, especially the ones of the bulky sort." Phaios makes a small 'humh' sort of noise to herself.

Choosing to stay on the safe

Choosing to stay on the safe side of that conversation...

"A challenge... yes. For the mother, and the mother's mother." Jo was a very focused individual anyway, and she's been out of the whole conversation game for a while now. Holding a conversation with Phaios was a bit like competing in a triatholon after being kept in solitary confinement: freeing for the soul, surely, but a little bit daunting.

"I doubt I need to remind you of this, but if there's ever any need either of you have for help... Henna loves fawns," JM nominates graciously. Although needless to say, both does were there for the new little family in any capacity that was helpful.
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Phai does tend to ramble.

Phai does tend to ramble. Everyone's got to be good at something, yeah?
She chuckles softly. "Good to know." Poor Henna. "I don't tend to worry until they've snuck off from their mother while she's trying to get a little sleep - or whoever happens to be with them at the time. Irie likes to put her nose into anything she can find. Authieu is a little more timid, seems like, but I'm sure his sister could convince him otherwise if she wanted." A puff of air from her nose whisks a blade of grass off its feet, laying it flat on the ground for a second or two. "Nothing like her mother."

"Irie and Autheiu," Jo

"Irie and Autheiu," Jo repeats softly, committing the names to memory. She doesn't know if she'll ever have to use them herself--she doesn't intend on getting close to these fawns, or other fawns, any time soon, and as she doesn't know the mother very well she doubts she's permitted to. Still, she'll keep an eye out for both their sake, especially if there was a little troublemaker in the midst.

"Aria was an obedient fawn, then?" She guesses, her gaze far off and composed as if not at all stopping to entertain the thought of where Irie might have acquired her differing traits from. Fawns had their own personalities, that was all there was to it--and Jokerman knew these fawns were better off with than most, with the group of deer that would be raising them.
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The twins had magically

The twins had magically sprouted, as far as Phai was concerned. "Generally so... She was calmer, at least. Partly because she didn't see well, I'm sure. She didn't like to stray too far until her sight got better." Her head cocks to one side. "I don't suppose it hurt, either, that it rained for a couple of days after I found her, and sticking close wasn't so optional."
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In love with the new layout!

In love with the new layout!
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you're amazing your layouts

you're amazing
your layouts are always so incredible and its such a treat to be able to watch you create them
css will forever be gibberish to me so i'm always so astounded AND IMPRESSED by your ability to understand it.
and this bio is gorgeouuss and definitely fitting for JM ♥

adorable art by Tuoho! ♥

RC - THE LAYOUT LOVES YOU

RC - THE LAYOUT LOVES YOU TOO!



JD - I know you're just saying that so I stop asking you what I should change this background to.

But thank you. I know you're secretly a coding genius too though >>
♥♥
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beautiful new bio! :0

beautiful new bio! :0

Many thanks!!

Many thanks!!

loving dis layout ♥

loving dis layout ♥

Thanks Jinx

Thanks Jinx

I HATE YOU AND YOUR FARKIN

I HATE YOU AND YOUR FARKIN ABILITY TO MAKE AMAZING LAYOUTS WITH A CLENCH OF YOUR BOOTY
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Track for possible new

Track for possible new friend! 8D

Sig: SoliloquyChryseis

Well damned if that's not the

Well damned if that's not the last thing I expected to see in a comment on Jokerman's bio...

Your girl is super cute though, thanks for posting and finding us. Was just about to search for her bio myself. :)
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So pretty in here. -nest-

So pretty in here. -nest-

What a compliment coming from

What a compliment coming from you Miss Hraeth. :)

(Thank you for the code forever btw!!)
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Pff, flatterer. And forever

Pff, flatterer.
And forever welcome! Glad it's useful. :'D
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'don't forget you taught me

'don't forget you taught me how to spit! thanks. B|'

/bricked, runs

Rofl Kimi. If JM at least

Rofl Kimi. If JM at least knew that Skylar had spit on Thane, she'd probably be a lot happier.

Evil

Evil
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I should be tracking this.

I should be tracking this. :|

God, this profile is gorgeous.

LMAO Shay. And thank you,

LMAO Shay.

And thank you, Kali!! Honored that you'd say that.

I don't tell you this enough,

I don't tell you this enough, but your css is fucking amazing. this is no exception. it's clean, organized and all this information is like... wordgasm. augh. I fucking love reading about your characters.

Jerm is also a really well done character. you and JD usually have like ridiculously well developed characters, but Jokerman is an all-time favorite. the things she goes through and how they shape her.. jesus. the time you must have put into her to achieve this kind of depth. this new mask incident is shedding a whole new light on her ( for me at least, or maybe I've been missing something this whole time /crey ). it's awesome to see/read and whatever.

JUST THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW I'M SITTING OVER HERE BEING ENVIOUS
and we love JM so yeah

ignore this wall of text
/useless

(Rofl when did JM's nickname

(Rofl when did JM's nickname became Jerm I missed that moment...)

Arghhh Raven I love you and love how when you get back into something like TEF, you come in full-throttle. That's why all that is such a huge compliment coming from you... I hope you know there's a group of players out there that without them on this site, I wouldn't want to put effort to developing my own characters, and you're one of the primary people in that group. Your characters start out being well-developed and they just get better from there.

I feel like, when I created Jokerman, it was because I knew I'd need a character like her and would really enjoy playing her, some day. xD No matter what path she went down... and even though it'd turn out to be the most depressing path possible, it's allowing me to understand who she is better. I guess all anyone can ask for as a roleplayer is for STUFF to happen to their characters, right??

And re the mask thing--figured if anyone would catch what JM's deal is about it, it'd be you. ;)

Thanks also for compliments on the CSS... Been really struggling with it, if that's not evident by the VISUAL ASSAULT ON YOUR EYES whenever you load the page.
On that note, and I know I say this all time, but I feel like I've learned a lot since I've last done anything for you and let me know if you ever want me to update any CSS I've given you, I'd be just about helpless to say no now. ♥
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Skylar: u forgot me teh

Skylar: u forgot me teh spitter

Jo: /adds 2 relationships now

Jo: /adds 2 relationships now
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skylar: thx u *ptuy* also,

skylar: thx u *ptuy*

also, what you wrote about her could be really interesting to act out. xD

God you're fast. :I And yeah

God you're fast. :I

And yeah it could be, huh >>
Kaoori's picture

thats' what she said /bricked

thats' what she said /bricked

eek

eek <3
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After making sure she wasn't

After making sure she wasn't entirely unwelcome, the doe sits at the edge of JM's little patch of grass. Her little tagalong had been unintentional, and she's relieved when he decides to sit rather than bounce about. "Are you alright, Jo?" she asks, soft and almost shy.

"Yes," she says softly,

"Yes," she says softly, easing up as the others sit down. Jokerman lets her irritation with herself cultivate a truly regretful expression on her unmasked face. This had been a stupid mistake and she knew better. "I'm sorry about all of that. I suffered a very critical lapse in judgement. I could have prevented it, should have prevented it... I hope you both can forgive me."

Although Jokerman harbored resentment at the others--for caring about her, for doubting her, for trying to block her off from a fight she was only trying to diffuse herself, if Phaios could overlook every one of Jo's mistakes this evening, and Castallion could bounce around looking none the worst for wear for the chaos she'd nearly put him through, it was the least she could do to be 'alright.' She knew her anger wasn't for them. It never was.

As far as Jo was concerned, it was another by-product of the Hellhound's attack.
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Phai snuffs quietly. "Not

Phai snuffs quietly. "Not everything can be prevented, try as we may. I don't care about that so much as you being okay." Her yellow eyes turn away, searching the horizon for any sign of Loki. It's odd to see Jo without her mask, and she never was very good at keeping eye contact in a conversation. "I don't know that wolf, but I've seen him attack others before. One of Kaoori's older children... He makes my fur prickle." The brown-haired doe gives herself a little shake, as though to ward off the itchy feeling. "Did he go after you?" She hadn't been there for the fight's beginnings.

"I have similar priorities,

"I have similar priorities, but prevention and protection are one and the same for me. " Jo notices Phaios's lack of eye contact and is a little discomfited, her own eyes fall to the ground and she puffs a noseful of air out in a loud snort, trying to dispel some of her awkwardness with it. "He did.... Twice now. But that's not counting all the times I tried to bite his face off. We'd probably be even now, except he took my mask and I've yet to claim anything so valuable from him." She braves looking up at the other's face to fix Phaios with a serious look. "If you ever see him around you, run, all right? If you're alone, or with fawns... find someone. Anyone." Jokerman is fairly certain Loki is done reaping body parts, but she doesn't want to risk Phai's safety.
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The doe tilts her head back

The doe tilts her head back towards Jokerman, brows raised. He'd stolen her mask? Well, there's that explained, at least. "Bite his face off?" Her tone is laced with amusement. "I should like to see a deer manage something like that." Her expression sobers then, though, as JM instructs her.
"There was a time when all my company - and I - had fangs, but I'm not at all keen on them here." She certainly wasn't about to play buddy-buddy with a shady character like Loki. A wry smile catches at the corners of her lips. "And though it's never been intentional, if you pay attention you'll notice the company I keep tends to be on the larger side." She still wasn't certain how she'd managed such a thing, but it had definitely paid off in the past, as an unfortunate few had discovered.

Jokerman nods stiffly,

Jokerman nods stiffly, lowering her nose--whatever remains of her own sense of self-preservation prevents her from griping that Loki might as well had bitten off her face for all the use she felt she was now. She already fears she is helpless, to speak of it out-loud would be almost like blasphemy and she doesn't want it to become as real as it feels. Ears flick and she's gratified to hear that Phaios is sensible about predator types. Jo doesn't feel it in herself to laugh but she does manage a smile for the other doe's sake.

"Then may he try to hunt you, some day, when you are protected by your friends. May they be able to do what I was not able, and stop him. And may I be there to witness that. But until then, do be safe, Phaios."
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(meanwhile, in the

(meanwhile, in the background, Castallion runs in circles whilst making loud aeroplane noises)

plzdon'tshootme

(Sleepything: "Henna

(Sleepything: "Henna too!")

LMFAO you could have written that in a RP format and joined in and that would have been legit.
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Sky: nevermind Loki I'LL EAT

Sky: nevermind Loki I'LL EAT YOUR FACE OFF
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Curious, Phai's head cocks to

Curious, Phai's head cocks to one side as Jo starts to talk. May he hunt her? She gives a mild "Hah," as the kudu goes on, recalling Maelstrom's attempt and envisioning Loki in his place. "As safe as I ever manage to be," she answers. "I've got too many deer to be responsible for not to be, now," Phaios adds, more quietly. It would make the decision to go home that much harder, if she ever managed to find a way. A complicated dilemma she tries not to think about too often.

[lmao, you guys xD]
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( Alright, you asked for

( Alright, you asked for it....! )

Despite the serious tone of their conversation, or rather because of it, Castallion suddenly woke up after crashing to sleep. Turning away from Phaios, he shot off into the open space beside them, turning in circles with the added sound effects- "BRRRRRR PTPTPTPT BRRRRRRR PSSHHHHH BRRRRRRRRRRRRR" - before tripping over a rock and falling flat on his face with a loud, surprised honk.

(LMAO Kimi. And Jo's just

(LMAO Kimi. And Jo's just like... going to love Skylar. xD If she ever catches her. All her spunk.)


Ivay -

A more genuine smile replaces JM's earlier one with Phaios's reply. She recalls that feeling, for a moment, a comforting ache in her heart that lulls her and puts her on a dangerous mindset at the same time. Jokerman thinks better than to mention this, though. "Many deer here have those who're dependent on them, but you may be one of the first to realize it. I'm glad to hear it. I know you'll be careful." The red hued deer lowers her head to the ground with a mild proclamation, really more of an afterthought--" I can only say that any thing that tries to attack you--deserves what's coming to it."

Yes, she'll do her damnedest to see that she doesn't have those responsibilities ever again--so that she can help those like Phaios, who still have something worth protecting.

(edit: FBGJBFGJ Freyja. LMFAO ughh ♥)
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Phaios blinks as Castallion

Phaios blinks as Castallion suddenly bolts and starts... having some kind of seizure? She wonders if she should be concerned when the problem seems to solve itself with an abrupt crash landing. Oookay then. "Take it easy, there, kiddo." [omg Freyja. *dying* xD]

Her gaze softens as it returns to Jokerman, though she's quick to look away again. "Ah... I've seen too many die in front of me when I could have done something to save them. No more. I promised my Mother and myself that I could do better, this time. That I'd earn the name 'Hondo' back, even if it means nothing here." The doe's eyes are laden with the weight of memory, but there's a note of determination in her voice.