Biography

† The Path to Heaven † (deer's bio)

Credo: "...take care of what you already have..."



Name: Dorian Gray
Gender: male
Age: adult deer

Pictogram
Appearance - The Ename Ruin

Antlers: The Swan Set
Mask: Zombie Deer Set
Pelt: Barn Owl Set

Character: serious, sympathetic and sociable, friendly,
but sometimes likes to be alone

Favorite places: The Playground, The Pond

Likes: a walk in the forest, swim, jump over the rocks

Dislikes: importunity


In fact, I'm a loner.
But if the opportunity arises, I will be happy to join the herd and I will defend it.
Appears frequently in the evenings, and you can see me lying under a tree near the pond.
I would be very happy to make friends.)

.Smell the [Ivo] Cedars.


Hello. the previous biography I made was deleted and started over, because I felt like its atmosphere needed a huge change. I also made changes to the character itself, but these preferences are all mine, and I'll still be playing OOC. This time I'm going for a simpler approach, with not so much information..
I apologize if I confuse anyone who tracked the first bio.

To do-
• draw concept


*Edited personality info to meet my own
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.:|The Anomaly|:.

Prince's Profile and personality

What He looks like:
Prince is a royal blue stag with white splotches on his back and a white belly, Great white antlers, and orca mask. He is Very fluffy/furry and has blue eyes.

Prince is very Docile at times and very protective, but very gentle.

He tends to always lay in Purple Flower patches, usually with Sofia his little Doe companion.

I will be posting a sketch of Prince soon, u can also find him in the forest at times, but there are tons of deer with the same symbol, but he is the only blue one, lol anyways if u wanna meet prince go search a flower patch and u may just find him Eye

trinity

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Archaic

Ancient and elder,
Old-fashioned yet new.
A tiny new fawn,
Alaid in the dew.

Heavy yet silent,
Armed and aware.
A whistle, a weapon
Was shot through the air.

Lost and forgotten,
Left in the dirt.
That little new fawn,
Lay painfully hurt.

No one remembers
The story of hymn.
All that is known,
That fawn could not swim.
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Maiden

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