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Music for mood:[link]Name:
17 years born in Year 739Colour:
Sooty Dunskin FawnGenotype:
Glenmore (Royal guard x princess doe lines)Appearance:
His sandy, far from bright, coat is a good tool in hiding.
His rather short, small, but elegant and refined figure and single straight as rapier blade prong are often plays bad joke for stag. With his wavy, shining, soft dark mane and luxurious thick tail and very weak masculine scent other fawnlings often can take him for a doe. Well. That was more common in his younger age. But even now sometimes days can`t pass without couple of nasty surprises.
Little stag with unusual pattern of facial markings has alot of different amulets in his mane, on neck and around antler.
He always wear necklace with wooden “rune plates” on it.
Around root of prong Chifa wears very strange and curious thing - seashell, filled with liquid, that reminds of sugar syrope. And in this small shell is a seed of plant. That easily grows and still alive. When plant becomes too big for it`s unusual home, stag let it grow in his “gardens”, and makes new one seed-amulet for himself.Personality: Main traits:
Cheerful, smart, soulful, confused, gentle, compliant, friendly, peaceful, polite, can be unexpectedly direct.
Thoughtful, prudent, determined, romantic, inspired.Further description:
Juffin is a nice lad. Friendly. Will be always happy to find himself in good company, but will never force someone to be in his community. He is a peacemaker. And always ready to cheer up those who is in need of some moral support. Or even not only moral.
He is kind and soft hearted. He prefers to solve everything with words, not antlers.
He loves good jokes and positive mood. Also, being cheerful and polite he is also wise.
Wise enough to hide his rebellious nature and dangerous thought away from others.
But it does not save his reputation, knowing all of his other quirks.
He is considered as harmless lunatic within the herd. And was forced to live on the very borders of main territory for all his intentions and deals.
He is enthusiastic researcher and kind of alchemist or medieval scientist, if you want.
He is a true believer, but... his pantheon drammaticly differs from those of Glenmore or any other place. Juffin believes in all gods in the same time!
In his den he has something like altar, dedicated to all gods, but not that of oakenferns.
He`s a weed master and very often is in state of shifted conscious.
Juff uses all plants in both good and bad sides. Being a strong, experienced herbalist and natural born healer he is greatly inspired with idea to find out how this world works. How gods built it up and what is a true purpose and nature of magic. And he has very radical notions about that.
He is greatly interested in anatomy, in fact - in all what lives, breath, grows.
Also he improved simple manipulative magic (that allows every fawnlings, that are in touch with use of powers to produce amulets, to knot ropes for it and do other little common things). And Juf believes that this unnoticed every-day tricks are signs, that prove his theory about united magic.
He has no sentimental sense, he is very pragmatic in everyday life.(He will save starving fawn in winter to own detriment, but will not falter if he`ll need to perform an “autopsy” on the dead body of another) Firm in his plans and deeds, but he still a very open-minded creature.
Has no prejudice towards other herds. He is not racist, but well aware of how dangerous other fawnlings can be.
If he`ll be forced into dangerous situation he'll be more than capable of striking back.
He hates ways of applying brutal force, and all the conflict stuff, but he can defend himself. He is not a fluffy flower, even if looks like one.Discipline/Use:
Western Isles RP.History:
Blackwood, winter 755
White peak ranges
It was hard to breath. Lungs were filled with something and this prevented from deep breathing. There were not enough of oxygen and Juffin has no idea of how to get more of it. Because of short and fast breathe there were very little amount of thoughts at all. Or maybe all this slime in heavy head was because of massive blood loss. Yes... it might be so. Stag groaned very quietly as he felt that can not force himself to walk anymore. Quilted legs just broke beneath his light body and fawnling felt on cold rocks. Mad roaring of white bear, that just tasted his blood were fading. But not for Juffins companions. Young and scared to death doe and stag heard very well as that beast was trying to reach them with his huge paws.-Juffin!
Young doe screamed. She has no idea of what to do now. She had no enough power or knowledge to heal such a horrible wound. Juffin`s ribcage was severely smashed and sharp white-pink piece of bone was emerging from pale-sandy coat that now was wet and dark with blood and clouds of steam were rising in cold mountain air.
-Yeah, Helmi, i`m still here.
Juffin smiled very gentle and this smile was a horrifying sight in all this bloodbath.
-Girl... just... just say the blood to ...stop. That`s all... It`s easy. I`m sure, you can do that.
Juffin was talking calm and almost friendly as he always did during their lessons. But this was not a lesson at all. And well hided grimace of pain on stag`s face was the best prove to it.
Helmina just tried to murmur the spell, but it was not working. And with each try, each unsuccessful try she got more and more scared.
And looking at young doe`s face Juffin just thought about how strongly she reminds him that oakenfern girl. Young, slim and vicious. No less then jafuar, that he managed to defeat. Now he could not even explain to himself why then in that day he just rushed towards terriblebeast. He could just.. just pass by this wild scene. But no. Somehow with healthy minded head on his shoulders he rushed to save unknown little doe. And that was not even a rut season. So... no healthy excuse for that insanity.
Now he almost could smell her scent, hear her voice. That doe just burned everstaying trace on his heart. She was the most beautiful creature that he ever seen.
And only whimper of Helmine drove him back from delirious visions to cold, harsh reality.
-oh, i see...
He again was speaking very calmly and friendly as if Helmine`s failures were not so important. As if she could return here tomorrow and try again later, when she`ll feel that she is ready. But the problem was, that they both knew that this was not this case.
Juffin called to a young stag. Stag... better to say fawn.
-You remember what i told you... about the rout? Yeah? Good then.
Juffin lowered his head to the ground again.
-Do not be afraid.. that white scarecrow will leave soon. You`re safe here. Just have a little bit of patience. There is no reason to hurry.. There are no such reason at all. In any time actually.
Juf smiled, but it was obvious that stag is losing the touch with reality.-Helmi... let`s.. let`s then... My name. My name is..
Juffin got unconsciousness.
-Juffin! Juffin wake up!
Young doe in panic tryed to awake stag.
-Bran, just... watch for that white scum! I`m going after Chiffa.
-You`re what?! Helmi, wait! You can`t! You just... can`t!
Young stag has no other arguments at the moment.
-Just watch over the bear!
-to be continue-
Short biographic and other facts:
Born in family of royal guard stag and one of princess does.
Tends to be very feminine in appereance and even now often easily being taken for a doe.
In youth age it was total disaster for his self-confidence and self-concept.
When instead of neat heavily pronged antlers he`ve got unicorn like single horn he was terribly depressed.
It was hard to get used to such a weapon.
So his tactics of fight are totally different.
And he is a lawsy sparring partner, but great one-strike killer.
When all the fuery about his girlish appearance was gone, he once broke his antler, when it got smashed into ribe of large stag. After that incedent Juffin got interest in anatomy.. Firstly to know how to deliver the death-blow with such a horn into chest-cavity.
Ofcourse, Juff did not killed anybody. Ever in that time, but his interests spread around.
After getting basics of herbal lore, he set of for his long journey thru isles.
There he met a crush for all his life. Little stubborn oakfern doe. Well, this part of history is covered with most dense layer of dust and mistery.
After finishing his journey, brought home not only knowledge, but an silverthorne friend and silverthorne fire.
For keeping fire and other heresy was finaly moved from herd living grounds to the edge.
There he began his doubtful magical and herbal practises.
He organised gardens around his den, fireplace. He makes alot of knotted with magic things - caring bags, burning clay cups (looking miserable almost as broken coconut, but very useful.
Take care of orphaned fawns and welcoming everyone with desire to learn about this world.
Using signs - as primitive alphabet - almost as runes for writing down his conclusions, myth and all other info. Doing that on clay boards.
Teach to read and write runes all of his orphans.
Believe in magic and true names of everythings that are existing.
Master of weeds.
Invented or better to say rediscovered some spells.
All time in search of true names of all things around.
Magic and other stats :Stats:
Starter + 3 + 1 for build
He takes care of his own gardens. Has knowledge that we will call today as agrocultural.
Trading some seeds and plants for fur, services. Because of hell of a work at home, does not usually venture far away from den.
Usually oil his only antler with poison. (each time different one).
Goes to gather weeds and all other stuff with his orphan band. Grab with him magically knotted caring-bags.
Loves to sing.
To find finally that dream-oakfern girl (hoping for RP that)
Show off his awesome house and everyday life of crazy magician.
To tell with all the colors and accuracy his mashroom trips to the Line
Lead him up to highest magic level and to uncover ability to immerse fawns with their true names (when will become very old and cool mage. if at all)
To head onto another great journey.
To arrange some buzz on borders of glenmore... (and maybe get exiled for that stuff X)
Worship pantheon of all gods, except oakfern`s
Live under old hitted by lightning oak.
Keeps large fire nearby
Because of this fireplace and wierd intentions was driven to the very edge oh herd`s living place.
Took great journey thru all the lands when was younger.
Herbalist and specialist in manipulative magic
Very dangerous fighter
Inventor and scientist.
True name: Loiso Ogaash