Name: Vincent
Orientation: Love is art...and has no boundaries
Gender: Male
Parents: Amelia and an unknown rogue
Siblings: Saraiyu
Mate: Nayara
Breedings: one
Offspring: N/A
Friends: N/A
Personality: Nothing ever looks the same way twice. To Vincent, the world is full of moments and sights that will be gone forever if not captured by the art of the paint brush. His...paint brush. Vincent tries to see the world, its creatures, and its moments in ways that many may miss or ignore. Of course...this can also translate to eccentricities that may require a bit of an explanation. Don't worry...he'll be more than happy to explain.
Likes: painting, drawing, meditation, interpretive dance, his sister
Dislikes: Close mindedness, anyone picking on Sara, showing off his art before its done
Powers: None
Available for Mate: No
Available for Breeding: Only with Naya
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Name:Sergei (Russian for servant)
Orientation: *tilts head and fails to understand the meaning*
Gender: Male
Parents: NA
Siblings: NA
Mate: N/A
Breedings: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Friends: Kirill, his familiar. Though Lord may be a more appropriate term
Personality: Sergei was never the sharpest rock on the cliff or the smoothest pebble in the pond. He always seemed to have a more subtle form of charm that didn't involve being a Casanova or learned member of his herd. Like using his head as a battering ram...or carrying things for those less bodily able. If he had any strong suite besides his brute strength, its his ability to follow orders and remain steadfast in his choice of loyalty! Other than that, he's just a doufy sweetheart that loves to smile and isn't too quick on the uptake.
Likes: Rain, puddles, snow, praise, helping, Kirill, fawns
Dislikes: Aggression towards those he cares for, hot weather, herbivore stuffs (except berries), being called stupid
Powers: None, though he is very stong under all that fluff
Available for Mate: Yups
Available for Breeding: With extensive rp
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Name:Kirill
Personality: Kirill is no pet or minion. Oh no. Kirill is the Lord to his Sergei. Sergei follows him at his will and somehow he manages to be able to complete most of Kirill's wishes through little communication. Kirill attributes this to adequate training techniques. Kirill is also rather possessive of Sergei. He's had him since he was a fawn and tends to tr and scare away potential friends or suitors.
Name: Dicen
Orientation: I'll accept love from anyone...but don't expect much in return
Gender: Male
Parents: NA
Siblings: NA
Mate: N/A
Breedings: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Friends: N/A
Personality/background: As a fawn, Dicen's herd found him to be a little prince and tended to dote upon the boy. Doting took to coddling, and coddling eventually took to spoiling. Knowing that he could get away with demanding his wants and desires, Dicen became accustomed to getting what he wanted from just about anyone.
As he got older, all it would take was a smile or a few words that didn't hold his normal cold presence to attack someone enough to do his bidding. Any attention from him at all could make someone feel special because Dicen paid very little attention to anyone but himself. The harder he became to reach...the more everyone tried. While they might eventually consider themselves his friend, Dicen merely saw them as this herla who did this one thing for him that time.
With his cool and procacious nature, he could move from place to place and drop the herla who had done so much for him like rocks with very little remorse if any at all. Well...some of them might have been pretty you know...Or might have known of the best trail for picking berries. He rarely remembered things like that himself...that's what the others were for.
Likes: Being served, doing as he wishes, sun bathing, roaming, exploring the old ruins, trying to find new things to spark his interest
Dislikes: Being bored, not being served, not being seen as important, bitter vegetation, routine
Powers: nopes
Available for Mate: extensive rp
Available for Breeding: With extensive rp
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Name: Specta
Personality: It's hard being the one that follows around the princy type but someone has too do it. Specta tries to keep Dicen in line...but its hard when someone you used to be great friends with hardly remembers your there sometimes. So what's a foxlet to do? Force him to get his own darn berries while on the road...yup.
Name: Roe is the only name others will be given, However his full name is Roeuseuol Iro Arran. Members of his herd never reveal their true name, as they believe doing so would give the listener power over them.
Orientation: Bi
Gender: Male
Parents: NA
Siblings: Visuevio
Mate: N/A
Breedings: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Friends: N/A
Personality/ Background:Roe doesn't care what you believe, there is right and there is wrong. He is never wrong. Roe follows traditions, rules and values that have been set in place as long as his herd can remember. As far as he is concerned, those who don't know well enough to follow basic guidelines aren't worth his time. However tradition...does not mean conservative.
Roe definitely sees himself as higher than thou in any hierarchy that resides outside of his herd. He's not bashful about making this known either, all though he does give insults with a certain poised charm.
Roe is also very careful with words. Lying is simply forbidden and it believed by the eldest of his herd that they have completely lost this ability. That a lie would simply unravel itself before it even left their lips. As a precautions to this, his herd adapted to answering questions and giving information without ever discreetly without ever having to fib. Omissions never count. Something Roe has recently learned to regret.
His own mother had switched his little sister at birth, taking another more "worthy" fawn into the family. While this new fawn had been far more acceptable...Roe and his father could not accept the change once they learned of it. Blood was everything...and their mother had disgraced them all. Setting out to find her as a young buck, Roe can only hope that his little sister has not been corrupted by the "others."
Likes: Tradition, home, the season fall, harvest, nuts, dusk, rain
Dislikes: Spring, curious herla, traveling, fire, ugliness, being direct
Powers: Able to send whispered messages through the wind. Has to be a breeze and the message dissipates and becomes jumbled and useless over too far a distance.
Available for Mate: Yups
Available for Breeding: With extensive rp
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Name:Lequoia
Orientation: Bi
Gender: Male
Parents: NA
Siblings: Mate: N/A
Breedings: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Friends: N/A
Personality/ Background:Within every seed, there is life, power and hope. Hope that it will grow...flourish...nourish. Hope that could a feed a herd. Lequoia guards his seeds....tends them. He harbors their hope and then spreads it to the world, dropping off baskets of fruit and vegetables to herla around him. He had soaked in the words of his great grandmother and watched her every day of his young fawnhood as she tended and protected this hope. Now that she had become one with the earth...to truly nourish her hope...Lequoia had taken over her calling.
Only...it wasn't as grand as he had once believed. He appreciated the hope and food he brought into the world as well as the gratitude of those he fed. But...something was missing. His grandmother had spoken to the plants and encouraged the seeds....yet...Lequoia needed more than their subtle conversation to keep him sated. He was lonely in his garden and that wish for something other than his calling brought him shame.
In his attempt to follow the calling, Lequoia took to searching for hobbies. It wasn't until one chilly autumn night...that he discovered something rather...entertaining. Laying beside his small fire for warmth, he found himself focusing on the dancing smoke before him. Its tendrils reaching up into the sky as it drifted away. As a child he remembered how he used to play a game and guess what the shapes he saw in the smoke could be. A flower...a tree...a rabbit jumping ...a rabbit jumping!? The smoke had formed the shape of a rabbit that had begun to hop about as if he were controlling it. Controlling the smoke. It was gone almost as if it had never been there but...it had certainly moved. Over the seasons he began to spend more time near his fires and develop this strange...talent? Eventually he was able to tell small stories through the smoke...his control having gained some strength. It was tiring of course...no power came for free...but the exhaustion quieted his lonely mind. Perhaps this would keep him true to the calling...true to hope.
Likes: Gardening, the memory of his grandmother, green beans, autumn, smoke, meeting others, story telling
Dislikes: Birds, bugs, squash, being alone
Powers: .Lequoia is able to manipulate smoke...but the smoke has to be there already and the longer he uses it the more it drains from him. If he tells a story with it...e will most likely sleep for a few hours afterward if not more.
Available for Mate: Yups
Available for Breeding: With extensive rp
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Name: Visuevio (Vivi for short)
