faded gold..:| MARTISOL |:..and wilted roses

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[ Disclaimer ]Some mature content can be present in this bio, including but not limited to: mentions of suicide and violence. Nothing is described graphically in detail, but consider this your warning.

Martisol is IC in-forest 99% of the time. I am open to all kinds of interactions, both in-forest and on the site, though please contact me first if you want to do anything drastic. You can find my contact info here.

This character is currently semi-active, meaning you may see her in-forest but updates are currently not being kept or recorded (though this bio will be edited as needed).



Martisol








Basics

Name: Martisol

Forest Name: "Lahy"

Titles/Nicknames: Golden Gypsy, Marpeaches

Sex: Female

Age: Adult (First Gen, 9+ Years*A mix of the forest's magic and her travels between it and the human world have kept her from aging too significantly.)

Species: Whitetail Influence

Voice: Soft and mature, Spanish accent, "goldenrod"

Scent: Roses, Cotton, Herbs


Possessions


Lost:
-- Amethyst Necklace

Obtained:
-- Two pairs of earrings: rose gold hoops and studs.

Gifted:
--

Appearance

Set: Golden Butterfly Pelt, Real Deer Mask, Noh Antlers
Reference | Size: About #7

-- Currently in the process of having her design updated! Temporary Face Ref (deer face would have no mane hair and the markings would mimic both these markings and whitetail markings) | Temporary Pelt Ref

-- Pelt is a soft gold color, which has faded somewhat over time. Some of the markings she had as a young doe are no longer as prominent as they once were, though the faint stripes of brown are still visible. There are dark points on the tips of her ears and her lower legs. Whitetail markings have become more prominent.

-- Build of a whitetail deer. Not particularly strong, but agile and fast.

-- Can change her face between that of an Endless Forest deer (human-esque) and a regular whitetail as a result of spending a long period of time on Earth. She can only do this after her mask is put on, though (the three stages: maskless with a human face, human face with mask, regular deer face). Her eyes are a hazel-olive color regardless of which she is using. Two small horns have grown on her head, a by-product of forest magic.

-- When her face is not that of a regular deer's, she may have a "mane" of sorts that mimics human hair, beginning behind her horns and ending about halfway down her neck. Usually kept braided down to where it doesn't swing much.


Traits

Kind-hearted. Motherly. Selfless. Patient. Supportive. Gentle. Forgiving. Courteous. Graceful. Sentimental. Protective. Loyal.

Emotional. Fearful. Withdrawn. Worrisome. Anxious. Pessimistic. Internalizes. Secretive. Non-confrontational. Melancholic.





-- Favors being around the Blue Bowl, the Playground (particularly the slanted rock), and other places in the Birch Forest. Will sometimes visit the graveyard to visit Murrough's grave, though she often will avoid it if she can.

-- Enjoys spending time around fawns.

-- Doesn't often approach strangers, but doesn't mind meeting new faces.

-- Flees when attacked. Will sometimes fight with hooves and horns in an effort to protect someone else, but almost always flees if she's the target.

History

-- Entered the forest in late July of 2008.

-- Had a fairly uneventful fawnhood. Taken under the wing of an albino Spanish Red Deer by the name of Leon, who left the forest for his home shortly after Martisol and her younger brother, Validus, were grown.

-- Life had its ups and downs, friends would come and go, but for a while things were fine. Martisol had a number of close friends she could depend on and found happiness through.

-- Things began to change when she took pity on and adopted a young, troubled fawn by the name of Murrough. This led to catastrophe when he grew older, as he attacked not only her best friend and brother, but ended it all by taking his own life and drowning himself in the pond.

-- Martisol blamed herself for everything that happened, pushing herself into a depressive state. It took many months for her to recover enough to function normally again, and even then she was still haunted by what happened. Considered leaving the forest and the memories behind.

-- Began to fall in love with her best friend. But even with that positive, it wasn't enough to stop her desire to distance herself from what had happened. Eventually chose to leave the forest, and though she still kept in touch with him for a while, just like she was afraid would happen, they fell out of touch. Has never forgotten him or her feelings for him, though.

-- Spent many years on Earth, though she never felt like she fit anywhere. However, it did have its own affect on her over time. Eventually, the longing to return home was too strong, so she would begin to visit at odd intervals.

-- Is currently trying to make a return of sorts, though she may be scarce.



Close

Validus [-]
Younger brother. Loves infinitely. Protective of.

Leon
Father figure. Has not seen him since her youth. Likely deceased.

"Rosaline"
The name Martisol chose to give the biological mother she never really knew. Likely deceased.

Murrough
Adopted son. Deceased. A source of sadness and regret.

Rutilus [x]
Her golden rose, best friend, and past lover. Unsure of where he is or what he feels about her now. Would understand if he hated her for disappearing.

Lacey
A sort of mother/big-sister figure during her fawnhood, and possibly her first friend in the forest. Gone. Misses dearly.

Emiva
A good friend from Martisol's youth. The "ham". Gone. Missed dearly.

Isis
One of Martisol's closest friends beside Rutilus. The "bacon". Drifted apart before Isis eventually left the forest, along with her fawn. Will always be missed.

Ashdrau
An old friend and at one point a romantic interest. Gone. Missed.

Familiar

Atiq [x]
A long-time friend. Remembers looking up to him when she was young, despite not seeing him as often as some others.

Negative

Renoir
Feared at one point. Most of the memories have been buried deep, fortunately.


Artwork

By the Player:

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[new stuff will come eventually I just can't stand my old stuff and none of it is accurate anymore lol]

By Others:

??? — X
EmivaX
Evern [formerly Hooran?] — X
J!nXX
NarinaX
NopjeX
ParaldaX
StitchesX
Xylv (unable to find an updated link) — X

Featured in BrownLupine's "...and we followed."

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Hey pretty lady.

Hey pretty lady.

Rejoice! Rejoice!

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Draak's picture

Her, Rut and Draak should

Her, Rut and Draak should have an old TEF folks get together at some point LOL

I forget what Ren did probably his usual godawfulness but don't worry Martisol he's been permanently shelved
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Leotie, Moonofnawfar,

Leotie, Moonofnawfar, Fishbisquit: y'all da bestest c;

Draak: They should. They can yell at all the young'uns and complain about everything.
I don't think it was anything super bad, mostly just general harassing and making her super uncomfortable lol. I was just basing it off what I still had on her old unfinished bio. Since he's not around anymore I can take him off if you'd prefer
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distant Draak loud staring at

distant Draak loud staring at all the giant critter TEF characters and not-deer LOL

nah you can keep it there I don't mind, I'm not one for erasing chunks of character's pasts no matter how major/minor/good/bad/etc but it's up to you
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CRUSHES YOU TO MY CHEST g-d

CRUSHES YOU TO MY CHEST

g-d one of these days i will. throw rutilus back in here. he'd be so, so happy to see marti again. ;H;
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Draak: beware the loud

Draak: beware the loud staring, the look that says it all

Malakh: WHEN THAT DAY COMES you know good and well Marti will probably cry into his shoulder for an hour straight purely because of how much she missed him no lie
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forgets what rut looks like

forgets what rut looks like and goes from memory



Bonus:
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|D oh good lord... they just

|D oh good lord... they just look so disappointed, like "what is even going on with this place anymore"
poor Jehoel, being judged so hard
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RAZ I'M LOSING IT

RAZ I'M LOSING IT LKSDFJNSDFJK

it's okay i don't know what he looks like either tbqh

also @ syc SAME he's going to hug her for SO LONG HE MISSED HER SO M U C H
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