Biography

Born in a mushroom ring next to a frog. Adopted by Jevir. Has a tendency to overreact and get paranoid often, especially around naked deer. He can't stay still for very long and is easily distracted. But it really catches his attention if you run around with him. Spartak had gotten the full sectretary bird pelt cast on him by a very old deer, wearing a skull mask, space beluga pelt, and those strange, big red antlers. His pictogram was just a jumble of other symbols on top of each other. Spartak thought of him as his father, because he never had one, but he hasen't seen that deer again. Later, as Spartak had become a young adult, a mysterious deer had cast The Deer of the Dead mask on him, altering his appearance dramatically. He searches for this deer to thank them, and he often wonders why a deer would be willing to give such a great mask to...a deer like him? Then something went wrong one day that changed the young buck's life forever...
I'd been drinking from the pond for about a minute when I looked up, and there in front of my face was another deer....who looked exactly like me. This freaked me out a bit and I scooted back so I could have room to stare at him. My size, just a little skinnier, my same mask...and the same colorings I have on my pelt...except--where was the color?! It was supposed to have color in it. The deer stared at me with an eternally smiling expression. Was that how I looked? Growing anxious, I peered down into the pond to see my reflection. I was...glowing? I watched my reflection start to blacken, and sink into the pond, creating a small whirlpool. Everything in the pond drained into it. Frozen to my spot at the edge of the water, I lifted my head, only to see the deer was gone. Things seemed to be slightly different from then on. Like an out-of-body experience, as if I was watching a movie play before my eyes, but did not feel a part of it. I ran without stopping for hours on end, to every part of the forest. The feeling like I wasn't quite there....that I was slipping away, to somewhere unknown, was riddled on my mind. I skidded to a stop in front of an innocent fawn when I thought I heard Beorn's roar. I lifted my head, and roared back. The fawn called to me as well, but I didn't seem to hear him at all, and brushed past the little guy. I wasn't myself. I wasn't myself at all now. I was...something else. Oseaan. This time the sound hit my ears like a wave of cool air. Slowing down, but not stopping, my ears went to the front of my head and yearned to hear the sound again. Kio. Cassiopeia. I picked up my speed, and almost ran past them. It was controlling me. I knew it....it had to be something ----- the mask! Going against the strong force willing me to run away, I struggled to turn myself around and face them. My friends. How could I walk away from my friends?? It wasn't me, though. It wasn't me. I made my stiff leg bow to everyone, including one that I did not know. It was all I could do to keep myself from exploding at them. Rage. Hatred. What in the forest was happening to me?! Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Kio had started dancing. A chain reaction; everyone started dancing after her. I forced myself to dance. This coldness, a cold so deep and penetrating, seeped its way in under my fur...sinking to my hind legs and spreading into my chest. Sit down, it said. So I sat, without thinking. From behind my mask, I saw that everyone stopped and stared at me. Worried looks. I was worried, too. I had to get it off...before it ate me alive. It was filling me up, filling a void inside of me. But not with good feelings, no... The feelings of darkness, deep fear, loneliness, depression, and the most twisted and angry feeling I'd ever felt in my life took me over on the spot. Whatever was inside of the mask....was finding its way into my soul. I had to get it off. Now. My head snapped into action, and I swung my neck around, pounding and scraping my face into the dirt. I slammed the side of the mask into the ground, but it wouldn't budge. Automatically, like a robot, I rose from my spot, leaped over to a tree, and whacked my head into it as hard as I could.
I was only hurting myself. Warm liquid trickled down my neck, leaking from the side of my head. On the outside, I looked to others that I was hurt, and confused. On the inside, a battle was being fought with an unknown force...which was now dragging me down to the graveyard. It wanted to go back. I cryed out, trying with my hooves to pry it off by the edges. It was no use, and I felt my body traveling to the dark place, with very little of myself still left. It wanted to be there.....and now so did I. There was no stopping this force, only giving in, for it was far too powerful to let a mere cervidae control where it was going to go. The force that had taken over my body seemed to be happier here, and moved me like a a puppet. I sat in places and did things that a deer shouldn't normally do, but I couldn't feel any pain. I could just see it on my body, and stare in horror at my broken legs. What did this spirit want from me.....my body? A temporary body to dwell in. This force was not using it wisely, though. October 9, 2013


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Name: Spartak

Nickname: 'Tak'

Gender: Male

Forest Birthday: July 3, 2013

Age: 2 years; young adult male

Appearance

Size: #17

Speaks in: this color, his voice sounds like Elijah Wood's

Set: Secretary Bird pelt and antlers, Deer of the Dead mask. Cannot wear any other mask; the dotd has become part of his face.

Personality

Shy around red deer, because the color is almost hypnotic (in a good way).

Species: Seneca white deer/Melanistic deer. Two rare species, his father being melanistic; his mother being Seneca. He shares both of their traits, melanistic on his back and legs, Seneca everywhere else on his body.

Mother: x
Father: x
Spartak: x


Likes to prance around with anybody, anywhere, play with friends and fawns,

and enjoys sitting in sun patches in the forest. Will sometimes play as a fawn.

Low emotional health, gets shy, or sad easily.

In some cases can get angry if provoked long enough. Will protect friends from mean bucks, naked

deer (which he finds to be some of a threat from his past experiences), and mean does. He may

look a bit creepy to some, but under his mask is a kind, yet sensitive buck.

If he is interested in meeting your deer, but is feeling shy, he will seem to linger nearby, or stand off

to a distance and observe.

Adopted Offspring

Has accepted to care after---: Hovis

Friends

Seeks out the company of these deer---: Kio, Jennie, Ben, Beorn, Flyleaf, Lady in Red, Xan, Cassie, Calder, Oseaan

Acquaintances

Wants to know these deer better---: Chemtrail, Danieru, Svitiplyn, Abraham de Lacy, Matthew, Nemesis, Rhoda, Sabel, Ivo, Judaius, Eleanor, Jergens, Craig, Rolandd, Lyra, Uitfawn/Lem, Galene, Lavender, Tago, Flait, Lilitu, Stymfalia, Oira-Oira, Fria, Elzire, Ferlish, Lats'vel, Rhea

Interested In

Potential mate---: none right now

Enemies

none at the time---: