Bio of Doom
The Outrider’s Downfall



This forest is peaceful, they said
This forest is a haven, they said
My son is dead, but I’m still alive
So be on your guards, protect your does
And learn to fear the dark


Name: Doom (real name Eporax)

Gender: Stag

Age: Full-grown adult

In the forest: no

Mate: None, until he finds a doe as dark as him

Likes: Shedding blood. Sparring. Watching people suffer. The Birch Forest.

Dislikes: Other’s joy. The Twin Gods.

Remarkable Physical traits: [/=blue]Very large, big antlers, red eyes, saliva constantly dripping from his mouth[/]

Current thought: My son...

Current mood: Enraged

Current set: Black, striped pelt, intricate antlers, some weird mask

Character: Doom’s heart is tortured by the memory of his son, and it leads him to be brutal and malevolent. He enjoys calling deer and brutalizing them when they arrive. He hates fawns but won’t go beyond kicking anyone that gets too close. Despite that, he is still capable of making friends: only evil deer, that is.

If you approach him, this is what might happen:
--If you are a fawn, he will frighten you with his antlers. If you're a brave fawn, he'll kick you and make you cry for your mother.
--If you spell spam him, he will attack you and taint his antlers with your blood.
--If you just approach him, than you never know what'll happen...it's wiser to get away before it's too late.
--If you show affection to him, you'll be dead before you realize anything


If he approaches you, this is what might happen

Hello jello. o-o So I'm new, my friend told me about the site and I downloaded it and fell in love with the game, and let me tell you, with my favorite band being Tool, this game's seem's like a pretty good match for me! ^~^ So I'm pretty sure like most players, I'm really into writing and art work and such.... But I'm not really sure if anyone's into anime.... Even a little bit? xD Anyhow, I do ALOT of drawings, and my dream would be to pull them up on my computer and edit them on Photoshop, BUT I have no scanner, nor tablet, NOR Photoshop (hoping to get all those on my B-day -crosses fingers-)! So.... I guess you won't be able to find any of my sketches or anything. But I'll put a link somewhere in the comments or something if anyone's interested in what I write (: P Of course no ones interested YET, but maybe someday soon I'll put one of my teasers for one of my series on here!). So basicly, (in a noobish kind of way) that would be a breif introductin of my awsome-ness. O:

edit: Okay started!

(btw, other people can still join)

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Looking for a deer rp. Anyone interested? Just let me know.


My characters:

Amary -bio-
Melinoe -bio-
Oisín -bio-
Maera -bio-
note: Oisín is meant to have a bit of an accent (Irish, to be specific), but I'm not sure how well I can pull off writing it...
You may have to just pretend he's speaking with an accent...>.>

I can play all three of them, just preferably not interacting with each other.
Stuff can overlap, though.

SPECIAL REQUESTS:
I would especially like to have these deer, if I can, pleeze?:
Bastilion (for Amary), Scape and/or Zerg (for Oisín), Janjaweed (for Melinoe), the Priest (for anyone)
But I am open to anyone else.
Including anyone that my deer haven't already met, which would be nice, actually.

Also, anyone can join anytime, even if a roleplay has already started.

So...anyone interested? Anyone? Please? D:

"No matter where you are.
No matter what you're doing.
I'll tear you apart.
I'll haunt you...
...Forever."

The words rang in Lorak's ears as he woke up, sweating, orange eyes staring at the gravestone infront of him. Panting, the beluga-pelted stag stood up, shaking his head a little, his key antlers swinging dangerously close to the other stones.
A shocked yell tore from his throat at he stared at the stag infront of him. Completely black pelt. No mask. Kirin antlers. Cruel, green eyes.
Rak Adrokus.

"Remember what I told you."

And he was gone.

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Rak stood before the gravestone of his only son, a dark look on his somewhat handsome face. This was the grave of a killer.
A killer who was still alive.
And Rak himself was also a killer.
The world was a complicated place.

He glared at the stone for a long, long time.

And tears slid down his face.
And blood slid down his throat.



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YES. Shortest thing I ever done 8U Also, lets PRETEND Rak has completely black fur in that screenshot. kthanxbai. Anywaaay I wanted to get this out so here you are |U 8am failures ftw.

Eeee meet Kun ;u;



.:Current Info:.
Thoughts: =u=
Mood: In Love
Mental Health: 95%
Physical Health: 100%
Currently: Watching over the pond
Location: The Pond

.:My Name:.
Kun (ka-oon)

.:What they call Me:.
Kun (ka-oon)

.:My Title:.
Hasn't been given a title yet~

.:Gender:.
Stag

.:My Age:.
Almost 26

.:My Type:.
Both sexes will do >u>

.:Appearance:.
I have a smexy grey pelt and my large, wide antlers -smirk-

.:Health:.
I have almost perfect vision and have nothing wrong with any of my limbs


.:I Am..:.
~ Extremely Flirtatious
~ Curious
~ Affectionate
~ A Pervert

.:I like:.
~ Water
~ The Pond
~ Willows
~ Flowers, Small Plants and Reeds
~ Quiet places
~ Comfy spots to lie and rest

.:I dislike:.
~ The Ruins
~ That creepy noise you hear when walking in the woods
~ Spell-Spamming
~ Swimming

.:Deer I Enjoy:.
Siern
(request to be added if I have met you)

.:Deer I Can't Stand:.
-blank-
(request to be added if I have met you)


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Yah LOL >U< <3
The template was borrowed from Eternalslumber <3
If I need to add anything else comment please ;u;

Name: Ceu
Pronounced: Cee-oo or Sue
Picto: X
How to remember it: Arrow above something
Gender: Female
Age: A younger adult heading towards middle age
Set: Golden butterfly pelt, butterfly antlers, carnival face paint mask
Other appearance: Seems about average
Font: Bright blue (#39B7CD)
S.O: Straight
Status: Single
About Ceu:
-Spacey-completely unaware of other deer, unless they bellow/spell her/run into her
-Chronic memory problem-Once you leave her sight, you are out of her life and never existed to her
-Polite-Feels horrible when she doesn't notice deer and often goes over the top to make up for it; also calls most deer 'sir' or 'miss'.
-Kind and caring/motherly-Hates to see a hurt deer and will begin to take care of it; also enjoys the company of others
-Shy/skittish-Namely because deer don't exist to her until they're about two inches from her; may rear or act surprised when realizing a deer is there
-“Hippie”-Loves nature
-A little lonely-seeing as she lives in a world where she's basically the only deer
-Semi-religious-Worships the Twin Gods, but does not go overboard
-Talkative- Especially if she's excited/worried; this is mostly because she isn't able to talk with other deer that much.

*She is a very free character; her bio is always in progress because she has no 'set' personality and is always developing. Be prepared for traits to appears and disappear.
*Has a special friend, a large grey koi in the pond
*Likes the ruins
*Was born in the endless forest
*Deer appear and disappear from her life very quickly; one minute they're in front of her or she can hear bellowing, the next she has forgotten about them.

OOOOOOOOOOHH YOU GUYS

I get on this site like EVERY DAY and I'm in the forest 1 - 2 times a week (mostly as my secret deer :/ It's more fun that way)

BUT I'm


SO.

DANG.

BUSY.

I just got a full time job you guys. As an animal handler for a theater. And I'm in the middle of training. Today was my first official day (yesterday was orientation) and I spent HOURS learning how to talk to horses with my ENERGY LEVEL. And then I had a tour of about half the building. :/ MY FEET HURT BY THE END OF THE DAY I HAD TO SOAK THEM IN HOT WATER. And they're putting me to work in a show TOMORROW. And I am WIPED OUT.

So I might not be here all that much. :c

Well, you know, I'm usually not here all that much anyway *rolls eyes* ...or at least when I am, I don't make myself known.

But I'll be here less. :c

Which is sad because I was really kinda hoping to get back into forest happenings this Summer. :/ I have LOADS of set ideas I need to draw and I should probably maybe scan in all the doodles of my deer and OTHER PEOPLE'S DEER that I draw'd...

I remember the good old days when Summer vacation was actually a VACATION. *sigh*


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Uuuuuh random info I was up in the mountains last weekend and I saw some elk. :|


(Btw, I really am grateful to get an awesome job in these rough times, it's just that I'm so worn out. XD)

[=10]Woohoo, pain. She was used to it, but that didn’t make it any more enjoyable. At least this time was quick. The hard metal slammed into Tuna’s face and, as expected, brought instant darkness. The young woman’s body crumpled to the ground, propped against the stairs, as the cool night finally set in.


Mist. Everywhere. And not just the bland floaty dream-mist they always wrote in books – no, it was fog, cool on her skin and humid-feeling. Slowly, Tuna opened her eyes. What the hell? This fog, everywhere – she couldn’t even see the ground. Carefully, she pushed herself up into a kneeling position, then stood. The silence of the place rang in her ears. Gingerly, she felt her nose and forehead, finding no wound. Okay. Let’s just think. The blonde squinted into the mist, searching for any sign of life. Starting to panic, when a voice behind her made her jump.

“Ya won’t see anything.”

Oh my god.

Nothing to do but turn around. And she did. Her brow knitted in disbelieving shock as she stared at the smiling man standing before her, his arms crossed behind his back. “…Bale.” She couldn’t get anything out besides a whisper. The blue-eyed man nodded. Tuna stared openly now, moving only a step closer. “You…how…”

I will never forget that day. The day that I was brought here…I awoke near a large ominous oak. The tree twisted high into the air, where it intermingled with the small helpless trees. Those loud cries, Oh the fear… I stood. I looked down at my small legs. Who was I? Aegle. The name swirled around my head. Aegle. That was me. A small light above me head, like a halo. I was no angel, that much I knew. This light contained my symbol. I walked around. My hoofs made small imprints in the loamy soil beneath my feet. I smelled the air... so crisp... so clean... A figure. A beautiful figure was on the other side of the pond. It lay there, staring at the small fish. I heard it whispering to them. The fish swirled about the beautiful figure happily. I became fearful. What was this... The face was so bright yet, so lost. Its eyes almost eerie…. And the colors of this being...brilliant golds, blues... Suddenly its ears perked up. It noticed me. I tried to scramble behind a tree. It gently pawed the ground. Its eyes full of compassion, so peaceful, I approached. And this was the day that I had met her. The day I met Shyla.

Shyla was my best friend. She taught me all that I know. I dreamed to be like her. This doe, which was once a stranger whom I had feared, taught me love. She also was not fond of strangers...She protected me... watched over me... Every time I feel asleep near her, I felt safe.... I loved her... She was my best friend, my mother...

[=10]You have no idea how much I want to shit you right now. But I can't. It's you we're talking about, after all. I just have to get this to you somehow. So, you get this letter instead of a faceful of shovel.

I don't know what to do with you. I have the haunting feeling this is going to put you in an even worse mood, but that's because I suck at staying calm. Take the emotion out of what I'm about to say and consider it as twisted constructive critisism, and that's colser to my original intent.

What do you want, Masque? Exactly what are you going to settle on? It's like spin-the-bottle every damn day. Don't give me crap about how you don't want anything from us - you weren't born here. You're human, so you have to have some kind of desire. Shyla, Aegle and me - we don't know what to do. I can tell they're as lost as I am. Maybe you've decided where your heart's going, but you haven't shown us, and it's driving me crazy. I don't mean to speak for them, but still.

IT's painfully hard to distance myself from you. I'll say it straight. I'm sure they're feeling it too. I don't want to make this about me, but you need to know, really. Yeah, I liked you. A hell of a lot, to be exact. It's sorely clear how alike we are. No matter what I did, you held me at arm's length, so I was patient. Then I learned what Aegle and Shyla felt. I've had enough time with love - I wanted them to have their shot, so I tried to back away. It's hard when you keep this charade up. Really, really hard.

I can't hate you. No matter how hard I try, I keep looking back at you, so I figure I'm stuck with it. Just tell me what you've decided. I'll do what I can to stick around, no matter what. I guess.

Love, always,

T

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SFHJGH THIS WAS AMUSING. She would have told him in person but honestly, she was afraid for his safety, so have a note pinned to his apartment door.