_{a biography}

.:|:.Vitals.:|:.


Name: Eyerys X
Alias: The Highwayman
Gender: Stag
Orientation: Straight
Health: 100%
Mind: 90% - irritated at continually losing his set.
Mask: Magpie
Pelt: Space Beluga
Antlers: Large White Deer Antlers (Name?)
Appearance: About middle-sized, still a young stag but already with some nice muscle.
The fur on his neck is longer than the rest, giving him a front-heavy appearance.
Rough but friendly facial features, clean-shaven, dark blue eyes.

.:|:.Social.:|:.

Family
Sister - Blender X
Friends
Amokazi X
Yuri X
Dragomir X
Mordred
Falamir X
Olive X

Likes.:.Dislikes
Flying.:.Falling
Frogs.:.Being turned into one
Socializing.:.Being alone
Magpie mask.:.Noh Mask
Blue Flowers.:.Red Flowers

.:|:.Communication.:|:.

Sad + Bow (x2) = Must leave the forest.
Elegant Bow = Hello/Goodbye
Scratch + Headtilt, Lower Antlers + Headtilt = Want to spar?
Rear + Shake Head = Stop fighting!
(More to come once it is thought out)

.:|:.History.:|:.

His story began some time before his placement in the forest, but he does not remember much of it. He only remembers that he lost someone he loved very much, and that she died because of a promise he'd broken. It is a heavy weight on his mind at all times, and has somewhat affected his otherwise upbeat, friendly, outgoing personality.



_{...
Down the ribbon of moonlight
over the brow of the hill
The highwayman came riding,
riding, riding,
The redcoats looked to their priming
she stood up straight and still.
...
Tot-a-lot in the frosty silence
Tot-a-lot in the echoing night
nearer he came and nearer
her face was like a light
Her eyes grew wide for a moment
she drew a last deep breath
Then her finger moved in the moonlight
her musket shattered the moonlight
shattered her breast in the moonlight
and warned him with her death.
...
He turned, he spurred to the west
he did not know she stood
bowed with her head o'er musket
drenched with her own red blood
Not till the dawn he heard it
his face grew grey to hear
how that the landlord's daughter
the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the moonlight,
and died in the darkness there.
...
And back he spurred like a madman
shrieking a curse to the sky!
With the white road smoking behind him
and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs in the golden noon
wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway
down like a dog on the highway
And he lay in his blood in the highway
with a bunch of lace at his throat.}



.:|:.About.:|:.

The night after he received his antlers, he had a nightmare - a horrible, shadowy memory of his past life, of gunfire and shining gold, scented locks of hair pressed against his cheek, streaked with smoke and blood, and a tremendous pain in his chest.

He doesn't remember much, but he remembers her - her eyes, her scent, her voice - and he must know if she, too, might have made it into this sheltered paradise.

His sister, Blender, is not his biological sister, but she was the first thing he saw on his first appearance in the forest, and vise versa, and so they consider themselves siblings, and have matured side-by-side. He is fiercely protective of her, and if the offense is clear, he will drive off any inappropriate deer with antlers lowered.

He's fond of tag-team spell spamming - if he approaches, get ready, because he likely has a spell on hand. He's also very physical, and loves to race about the forest, though he knows how to enjoy a leisurely nature walk too. His favorite sport is, typically, antler duels - he is always very respectful, however, and realizes that most deer do not appreciate this kind of rough house play. He is also a gentleman, and will never challenge a doe to a spar.

Sometimes too outgoing for his own good, he usually greets with a bow and a sniff, but sometimes gets excited and goes right to the sniff. He can sometimes be a little overbearing and it's hard for him to tell the difference between a race and a chase. Please forgive him. He means well.




_{He'd a french cocked hat at his forehead
a bunch of lace at his chin
a coat of claret velvet
and breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with nary a wrinkle
his boots were up to the thigh
and he rode with a jeweled twinkle
his pistol butts a-twinkle
his rapier hilt a-twinkle
under the jeweled sky.}

.:|:.End.:|:.

_{Excerpts from The Highwayman ~Lorenna McKennitt}

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