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S E T \\ Fan pelt - Venetial Carnival Mask - Magpie Antlers/Feathers
A P P E A R A N C E\\ . xXx.
G E N D E R\\ .Female.
V O I C E\\ - Slightly high voice, rich sounding.
S I Z E\\ .#13.
P E R S O N A L I T Y\\ .Stubborn - Loyal - Brave - Calm.
P I C T O G R A M\\ .xXx.
S C E N T\\ .Lavender & Rain.
O T H E R\\
Veva is blind in her right eye



I S - C U R R E N T L Y - F E E L I N G\\
Bored.


T H O U G H T S \\





A C T I O N S\\
.Bow - 'Greetings'
.Sniff - 'Who are you?'
.Tilt Head - What? | Why? |
.Amazement+Tilt Head - Are you serious?
.Dance+Tilt Head - 'Dance with me?'
.Scratch Ground+Anger+Moo - 'Get out of here!'
.Scratch Ground - Curious | 'Follow me?'
.Fear - Afraid | Surprised
.Dance - ...Dancing.
.Moo+No - 'You'd better not do that again.'







G O O D - R E L A T I O N S H I P S\\
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B A D - R E L A T I O N S H I P S\\
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N E U T R A L - R E L A T I O N S H I P S\\
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_{(Veva will be played in-character in the forest; however I have not completely grasped what each action means yet so please bear with me.)}

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NAME Roo
GENDER Female
AGE Two years
LOOKS X
SET Noh antlers, Real Deer mask, Crying Idol pelt (not always), Mini Deer spell (don't have yet)
SIZE 23
PICTO X
VOICE A little high, and sounds delicate. The oppisite of Roo.
PREFERENCE Straight
PERSONALITY She was once a loving, sweet doe. But not anymore; after having her heart broken, she went into a little shell. When she finally decided to face the world, Roo was mean and rude. Bucks annoy her, mostly because she thinks all they want is to flirt with doe's. Somehow she can say something mean in the happiest of situations, it's just one of the perks of being a pessimist. Although, sometimes she doesn't mind company, as long as she doesn't have to talk with them. If you can manage to worm your way into her heart, you're probably the most successful.
HISTORY Once upon a time, a lonely fawn was born; abandoned in the middle of nowhere. She lived on her own for awhile, until a doe decided to adopt her. The fawns foster parent told her stories of the animals in other places. Out of all of them, the young doe loved the kangaroo best, for some reason. This is when she named herself.
After Roo's foster parent died, she met a stag her age. They fell in love, but after their first spring together, a cougar got to them. It left Roo alone, but killed her dearest love. Her heart shattered into a million pieces; it seemed nothing could fix her again. She never spoke to anyone anymore, or even looked at them. Gossip spread, false rumors about her were everywhere. Being sick of it, Roo left.

-Zajec-
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S E T \\ Animal spell - Rabbit
A P P E A R A N C E\\ Soft grey pelt dotted with a slightly darker grey-brown, long ears, left ear is floppy, black eyes and slightly darker grey paws.
S P E C I E S\\ .Pygmy Rabbit.
G E N D E R\\ .Male.
V O I C E\\ - Speaks fast, will repeat himself if he doesn't get a response. Fairly high voice.
S I Z E\\ .9.8 inches in length.
P E R S O N A L I T Y\\ .Energetic - Prideful - .
P I C T O G R A M\\ .A cave hidden by vines.
O T H E R\\
.Will follow deer randomly if he's curious about them.
.Slightly nods his head in greeting.
.Likes to run about.




T H O U G H T S \\
'Wow I slept for a long time. Woah, it's really foggy. I can barely see!'




A C T I O N S\\
Dancing (running in place) - Excited | Wanting to dance
Coming close and turning side to side a little - Examining
Running around like a lunatic - Running around like a lunatic





G O O D - R E L A T I O N S H I P S\\
. Lutka ("Cool little fawn, kinda fragile looking.")
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N E U T R A L - R E L A T I O N S H I P S\\
. Poplar ("Seemed nice, only met once though. Think I may have seen this deer again, but I'm not sure. ")
. Phobos ("Man, this deer was pretty awesome. Also hyper. Not a problem though, I had a lot of fun running around and dancing.")
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_{(Zaj will be played in-character in the forest.)}

I don't really know how it happened. Nor do I know what sort of sorcery is keeping me alive to this day. I can recount everything after that fateful night. Well, where are my manners? I am Revenaught a son of the night. My loyalties are to the moon and her soft light. I wasn't always like this, a stag with fur ass black as the night sky. My eyes hadn't always been white like moonlight. No, I was human. Yes I know, you may think I'm crazy but ti's the truth. My father was an Celt, as was my mother. We as a people lived in the Highlands of Scotland. My name then was Liam McNaughton. I can still on special occasions revert back to my human form. But it can only be done on nights of the blood moon when her highness is the color of spilt blood an bathes us in the crimson light of her shining face. Its when i appear the most human like. I can change other times but my ears remain like a stags, and my antlers are still perched upon my head.
Lads and Lasses, I want to tell you my story. It is one of war, dark magic and betrayal. Living in Scotland was hard. Under the rule of the British king the clans were separated and in poverty. It was every clan for themselves, and this often lead to inner conflict. As a young lad I would often find myself spending hours in the fields and woods. I can't express how much I loved the woods or the mountains. My clan had been tucked away in a valley surrounded by the large stone structures and woodlands. The village was composed entirely of my family, twenty of us total. The nearest village was a day and a half away-our cousins of the Mcdoughft clan from which my mother hailed. At the age of sixteen, two of my daughter fell ill during the winter. This is where my troubles began. I had already lost my wife two months before, I couldn't bear to lose both of my younger sisters. When the priest and the doctor could do nothing, I turned my back on everything i had been taught. I went in search of the spirits of old.