Story: Campbell was born and raised in the Scottish highlands (go figure...) He was always
the 'tough guy', who was always getting the does... He never found one who was right for him. Until
now <3.
Before he moved to the firest, he was hunted. Hunted for his sparkling white pelt. He was an albino,
it was then that a crew of hunters shot him and tortured him. He didn't die, as they thought he did.
He took a skull of a deceased deer in the hunter's camp (his face was so badly damaged), and
wore it. His pelt and antlers had been twisted and damaged by the hunters. The hunters were
so terrified, when Campbell tore the door down meaning to kill them they ran.
He knew he would get revenge....
Siblings: Dalzell (brother)
Guardian of: The Playground
Likes: Zombie Deer, fawns (even though most are afraid of him =( ), rainy weather, the moon, darkness, and Vanity <3
Hates: Those that mock him, the pond, spells being cast on him, intimidation from other deer.
Ah, the welcoming party to the actual community site has been most appreciated. It's nice to see that other people may have actually seen me running around and being silly, as I tend to do. For anyone who thinks they may have seen me, I have a glyph that resembles a staircase.
I'm probably gonna get around to get a forum account shortly, if I can get off my lazy behind. I should THRUST myself into the community. ...Should being the main word in that sentence.
A plainly fae wanders in, with purple floras dangling from each antler. She is smiling softly, sadly, as though she is hiding something. Her eyes glance around at the wooded terrain around her.
Clearing here throat, she speaks, "Hello, is anyone there?...it's Anzel."
O.K. As you well know, I have had a Really busy time with organizing The Lightbringers and keeping track of everything. Cave-painting style requests are really low on my list right now. I was wondering if anyone would INSTEAD like A different style picture? (without color as it takes less time), or even who's interested anymore? Lol!
