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“Тьма, пришедшая со средиземного моря накрыла ненавистный Прокуратору город...”

“The darkness that came from the Mediterranean sea blotted out the city that Pilate so detested...”

Well, i was waiting for right design for this boy. Ershalaim is very special character for alot of reasons. I did not pick him as my number one, giving preference to Suigetsu only because this lad was in need of very simple minimal design.


Name: Ershalaim
Nicknames: Lee, Liam
Gender: Stag
Height: 13 hh
Age: 11 years born in Year 745
Colour: Black fawn
Genotype: EE/aa/fwfw/RxRz
Build: Medium
Bloodline: Blackwood X Silverthorne
Appearance:
Stag is tall, muscular, but not bulky with a wild and aggressive appearance that fits his personality.
Ershalaim has a build of alpinist. With rather heavy, strong bones, his naturally powerful muscles are looking dry, with no rich layer of fat, which usually makes stag`s mighty necks and bodies very heavy. Ershalaim has perfect balance of speed, agility and pure power. His strong neck covered with thick, dense and very long mane. Hair in it are very stiff and a bit curly. Tail is much less impressive because during long marches thru wild lands unwillingly gets trimmed via brunches, fallen trees and other obstacles. All body of mighty stag is covered with battlescars - old and new ones. Some are on his face, and most severe onse are on his neck, invisible under thick almost lion-like mane.
His antler is really impressive. splitted on two wide massive prongs it is heavily branched.
He has no decorations or amulets except one grass-knotted worn string in mane. That string was holding little amulet that was given to him by mother.

More tips:
Unruly silverthorn flames has red colour of winter sunset
Scars tends to cause pain from time to time. Especially in hard cold weather.
Favorite treat - clover flowers
Favorite colour - red.


Personality:
It will be safe to say that Ershalaim is not really sane. As no one living only for fighting could be.
He is brave, fearless and poses sharp sense of justice even can be protective, yet nothing can hold him back of getting inro good fight with only one purpose - to enjoy the fight itself. That`s something comparable to a drug for him. He is not afraid of injuries and wounds and even death itself, so he often tends to come in very harsh close contact with opponent. He even can reach a mental condition similar to that of berserk. But it is rarely happens, because it will spoil all the fun of fight.
Being known as violent fighter, Liam is not cruel. He will never start bulling those who are weaker and he will never pass by if someone is bullied. He hates that with all of his soul. And definitely will go and beat up those, who enjoying such activities.
While fighting, Liam often holds back in an effort to make any fight last longer. Also he is not interested (usually) in finishing his rivals off and will give them an opportunity to care their butts away safely even if his opponent is some kind of predatory animal. However, he will unhesitatingly kill his opponent if they refuse to end the fight.
Ershalaim does not play well with magic. He consider any sort of it as tricks and refuses to have anything common with these practises, relying on brute force of true honest fight face to face.
He is fawnling of action. Short with words. Does not like those who speak much and do little.
Has very sceptical point of view on advanced herbal lore, considering it to be one of forms of tricky magic. Rarely let someone to heal his wounds.
Being quite apolitical person Liam yet hates with all strings of his soul kingdom of Silverthrone.
He is a loner, mostly because of his sick desire for mental independence. He does not want to owe anything to anyone (partially because of it he rarely let others treat his injuries) and even more than that he is afraid to get used to someone, to get attached to somebody. And he is not ready to share his way with person that is not insane in same way and - what is most important - is not strong enough. He does not want to take longterm responsibilities such as this.
His credo is to do not do those things which you do not want to do. Sounds childish, but actually it is very wise politics.
He is also a bit rude and strict in words even with ladies sometimes.


Discipline/Use: Western Isles RP.

History:

- And that's all you can?
Disappointment sounded in voice of the stag when he once again hit back the overly aggressive attack of a young fawnling of blackwood.
Once again - and young fawnling almost as dark as Ershalaim himself,was thrown back from antler`s clinch with strong push.
-Well, that`s enough. I`m really got bored playing with you here. And now if you can`t fight normally and believe me, you can`t - step aside and go graze with your mommy on some sunny meadow.
Young stag was pissed off by these words and with no delay charged at Ershalaim. Black fawnling, bored to death, again locked antlers with young restless buck and in a split of a second just pulled him aside with strong movement of neck.
Unexpectedly loud and harsh sound shot in frosty winter air before a bleat full of pain got of from black lips of young fawnling. Young fighter could not land properly on his thin legs and left hind leg got between stones and it`s bone cracked loudly being not capable to bear all that weight of falling body in one second...

Fawnling flattened his ears, completely dissatisfied with the way the fight unfolded. Companions of defeated youngster quickly disappeared among the infinite series of massive pine trees whose trunks darkened with winter moisture.
- Is it in your traditions to act like this?
Said black fawn, sharing massive ammount of sarcasm.. Now he should be passing by on the chosen route, and not staying here, tormented with pangs of conscience over this defeated looser-boy.
-You`re not only taught to fight poorly, but also obviosly brains are given to you with frightening sparingly.
But no, despite the fact that Yershalaim knew perfectly well that those rushed off boys almost sertainly shall call for backup, and that he, knowing nothing in herbs and magic will not help this loser either just could not allow himself to turn on other track, leaving this fawnling all alone...

And just when cold mind was about to gain victory over softened with unwanted memories heart, situation changed.

Ershalaim smelt familiar heavy rotin sweet-spicy scent of predatory animal. This smell was crawling thru wet air of late winter very close to the ground. Soon after on top of high hill reddish with winter setting sun colours pack of hungry wolves appeared. Winter was a hard time for everybody. And it was not time for games. Fawnling neded to keep their strength to hold on till warmth of spring and predators ott to be skillfully picky with their prey items for every hunt needed to be successfull to maintain life of beast.

And today no one was going to make designs right to it`s time.
Ershalaim smiled with a devilish sparkle in his browny-red eyes. He was not going to flee as those stags. He was going to get a bit of warming up in this winter day. And even heavy deep snow with icy crust on top of it, that gave clear advantage to the wide-pawed wolves, was not able to stop black stag.
Fawnling lowered his head, and set off in wide trott towards wolves. His huge wide antlers were like shield, that was able to keep those hungry wild dogs away from bleeding young fawnling.

And when all attention of grey seekers was drawn to aggressive black stag, the bloody show began.

****

Late winter of year 746

-- Do not sigh so hard, Ershalaim, spring is very close to come now. There is no reason for heavy thoughts already.
Reddish stag looked at thin fawn with kind smile, when he came closer.
- Or... is there something other, that bothers you, son?
- Other fawns... with whom i play often...
Black foal just got silent, having no idea how to tell that, what he wanted to say.
- They are all very light colored... And... and their parents are too. and.. And Milden, Aod`s son told that if stag has fiery coat, then and his children will have golden coat or atleast half as bright as his.
Stag looked at dark fawn closely.
- Have you ever seen dark coated children of golden fathers, Mac Dara?
- No, i can`t remember having seen such thing. But i do not concider this point to be a good reason for you to start calling me Mac Dara.
Stag said gently.
-But...
Black fawn felt himself very silly and highly uncomfortable.
- But?
- Other fawnlings laughting at me. They saying that i`m an alien to this place, that i`m a fool if i dare to call you...
-Father?
Reddish stag closed his eyes, when saw how black fawbling noded for this shortly.
- My dear son, would you call me father or Mac Dara it will never change the way of me treating you. Whatever happens under these wide heavens i will take care of you and your mom, i`ll be here with you, protecting you as i always did. And you... You can call me in any way you fill more comfortable.
Little fawnling smiled thankfully and rubbed his forehead against stag`s shoulder.
-Thank you... Mac Dara.
Big stag smiled. And eventually this way?
-Well.. other fawns.. and their parents...
-Lee, i do not think that considering opinion of others is really your way, but, i think this theme will be much more a subject to discuss when you`ll have your antlers to stand for your personal views by you own.
-It`s... not like that. I... i just thought that...
-Lee, just... better go and find mom. Before she finds you being not on the fawn lawn...

****

One wolf got very close to black stag. While he was dealing with dogs, which tried to clamp their jaws on front legs and neck of fawnling, dark wolf managed to bite buck for his hind leg.
But Lee didn`t brake his pace. He just grinned in smile both filled with raging joy of fight and pain, and making one step foreward, feeling fangs, set deeply near joint, and in the next moment Ershalaim striked with left hind leg precisely into wolf`s temple. Short yelp hang in heavy evening air.


****
Year 751

-Oh, my, what`s happened?
Red doe trotted to her friends, hoping to figure out what happened.

-Aine, your son, Ershalaim is off the rut this season.
Golden doe brought these news with very unpleasant emotions on her beautiful face. Your black fought again. With one of stags from forth general`s squad.

-Oh, no.
Aine just set down on meadow, as she felt that world started to go round in front of her. It was not the first time, when her son was breaking the lore. He was flamable just as dry forest. He could go into fight just because of a single word. And his fire magic... Unfortunately he had some fire in his veins and he was so bad at controlling it`s outbursts. He was a total disaster. It seemed that her son just gathered all the worst from both sides of his bloodlines. And now he was more and more alike his father. His real father, worst enemy of Mac Dara. That brutal, fierce stag that managed to take Aine by force just to throw more salt into their conflict with Dara.
Unruly, wild, bloodthirsty.
That was the first time, when Aine felt that horrible feeling of aversion towards her own son. She remembered that feeling from his first day in this world. But it was just a fruit of fear and shame. And Mac Dara made those feelings go away quickly, by accepting that dark foal as his own son.
But now... Now thru eyes of this wild young buck Franz was looking at her. And that was terrifying feeling.
And it was just pointless to speak with him, because inspite of paying high respect to her and Dara, son was not able to control himself.
It was just two different fawnlings Ershalaim, respectful fawnling and Lee, the spoiled with blackwood blood wild beast.

And to be continue... i hope.. If i`ll get him )

Some other facts.
Not welcome in Silverthrone
Has some issues with generals... Actually, intendingly killed in a fight elder son of one of generals as revenge .
Did not get killed "in response" for this just because was unoficially forced to leave territory before this could happen. His mother, knowing that her son will not leave her alone on will of great silverthorne sociaty and does not care much for his own life, forced him to leave kingdom by speaking off to him alot of unpleasant things. Well, their relationship was the cost of Lee`s life kept safe. Well, it`s not Aine`s fault that her son was such stuborn and stright to akt person.

Role Play:


Affiliation: None
Role: free roaming stag
Mate: None

Family:
Aine (name - subject to change) - silverthorn doe - maybe still alive
Mac Dara - silverthorn stag, "step father" - deceased
Franz (name - subject to chamge) - father, blackwood stag. Might be still alive.

Fight Stats
Overall: 14
Speed: 2
Stamina: 2
Strength: 4
Experience: 6

Starter + 3 additional +2 + 1 for strength


Magic Level:
Basic fire magic of Silverthorne: [0] [max - medium level]


Music for mood : [link]

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