Biography

Whyss Shywind, Professional Tip-Toer

_{Picto: The Crooked Pinwheel

Gender: Male

Age: Young Teen (12-year-old Humandeer)

Orientation: Hetero

Antlers: Doe

Pelt: Crying Idol

Mask: Crying Idol

Mini

Voice: Whyss is mute, and cannot speak, but

he will often emote in perfectly normal White Italic.

History

Whyss used to be human. He's sure of this. He remembers being very small, and having a

mother... and a father. Killed by his father, he was brought to the forest and wanders the

woods, trying to forget his father and trying desperately to cling to memories of his mother.

Modus Operandi

He is still quite suspicious of other deer, and spends most of his time sneaking about the

forest rather than making friends. He'd like to meet other deer, certainly, but not when they

are in large groups. If he sees a deer he'd like to meet, he'll stalk observe

them until they wander away from the group or disappear.

If approached directly his most common response is to turn tail and run. If approached with

a little more caution, he will bow and wait nervously for a reply.

Friends

Tails | Esll | Nameless

Fanart

Trigger_Mortis

http://endlessforest.org/community/whyss-art-trade

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White's bio
Name:White
age:fawn(has a wired call)
future pelt:white with black wingish type and red dots
future mask:real deer mask
her saying in her name:"white clouds and white snow"
mood:happy
online:no
gender:doe
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more about white
she is kind she will not hurt other deers and thats all

Finigan is more of the less alot like me, He does have many trust issues, many friends and just loves to stick with those he can trust and be himself with. Though he is quite shy, when you actually do get to know him he can be a really nice, sweet, and sensitive but get on his bad side you'll never gain his trust or friendship.

Name: Festschrift

Nickname:Fests or Fest

Gender: Stag

Current state: Fawn

Friends: Torchwood, Phesh, Cryf, & Aru

Backround info: Fest has never really fit in with the rest of the fawns. To see them bounding around and interacting; it was just never really his thing. He likes to run, sometimes for hours, through the thick vegetation and tall oaks and pines. He tends to be reserved around his friends, taking everything in stride and just going with the flow. Outside his friends he is a leader, contemplative and analytical by nature. If he doesn't agree with how things are being conducted, he'll go off on his own and do them the right way. He likes to spend time sitting inside the large oak or sleeping near the Abio statue.

Look for more writings about him in the near future. 8D

Sokoora

Personal Information
Pronounciation: Sew-[like your SEWing something]Koo-Raa
Name: [look at title]
Sex: Male, also known as a stag.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual ATM [At the moment]
Age: Young Adult

Family & Friends

Mother: -x- [living/deceased] (?)
Father: -x- [living/deceased] (?)
Siblings: None that he knows of.

Friends:
-Doesn't know name-

- A random deer with a circle-ish pictogram with a stick in it. [good friend]
- Isiel [friend]
- Eqypt [aquintance]
- A random deer with a skull mask, red pelt and such. [aquintance]
- Lenilia [Best Friend]
- Cloud [Friend -at the moment-]

Love Life

Mate: None
Crush: Slight crush on Lenilia...
Married to: None

Names/Nicknames

A Name He follows by:
The Fawn Herder

Nicknames:
Soso, Koo, Koora, Sok, Soko, Ora, etc;

I SHALL WRITE MORE LATER. >:c

IMPORTANT! TRENTON'S PICTO HAS CHANGED. READ BELOW~
Trenton's picto is not what I thought it looked like. I wanted a smiley face, but instead got a frowny one- so if you see a fawn running around with a Circle picto with (EDIT; It only has 1 dot at the top) dot and a square in it, it's Trenton. Also let me know if the circle/dots/or square is missing or if there's something else there. It seems the pictos aren't functioning right.

'Biography of Trenton'

'The Stranger from Another World'

Under Construction

I come to the rescue for those in need of help... ...I battle the ones I find worthy

This is my mark...
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Skull mask, Zombie antlers, Golden striped pelt

"I was once a proud and feared warrior of the roman empire, unaware of this very world.
My life was a battle of life and death, every day I had to fight for my survival... and I loved it.
Our empire expanded as I fought alongside other brave warriors, I saw the enemies run for their lives after being defeated by our powerful forces and I saw my friends fall by the blade of our enemy.
I fought like every day was my last, not a blade touched my bare skin as I plowed through the hordes of soldiers. Back home they called me god, they begged at my feet and gifted me with beautiful treasures.

The ruler of the roman empire envied me, even the gods envied the attention the roman people gave me. As my power grew the gods came up with a plan to stop me. They came down to earth and spoke to me in my great palace, they said they wanted to give me eternal life. They told me they wanted to make me a god. I couldn't resist this offer as the greedy humanbeing I was and I drank a mystical brew from a golden goblet the gods gave me. I fell asleep almost emediatley and when I finaly woke up it felt like I hade slept for an eternity. I opened my eyes and at first my vision was blurred but as it cleared I noticed I wasn't in my palace any more. I was in a dense forest and my body wasn't human any more, the gods had made me into a deer tough I still had my armor. I tried to roar out my anger at the sky above but from my mouth a strange mouing sound came out...

Revamping this: (Under construction)

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I'm a bit late to the party, but since I recently revisited the Forest after a long hiatus I decided to also sign up here on the community site, something I had neglected to do back when it was fledgling and not yet sporting all the fancy features it has today. Better late than never, eh? ;P

The Endless Forest

{Whyss}{Bio of a Professional Tip-Toer}

White's bio

My Finigan

A little something about-Festschrift

Cry

Sokoora's Bio

A Meteor's Crash Landing

The Gladiator - Biography

Morning Star...The beginning...

It's about time...!