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T H Y M E
[ Fragrant ]
Agartha
“In the darkest of hour does fire burn the brightest.”

LINKS
Medallion | Relationship Tracker

M A I N

Name: Thyme
Nickname/Alias: Thy
Age: Adult (2 years old)
Sex: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
“ A lawful neutral character acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs her. Order and organization are paramount to her. She may believe in personal order and live by a code or standard, or she may believe in order for all and favor a strong, organized government.”

Herd: Agartha
Task: Sentinel
Rank: Disciplus

P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N

Spiecies: Common (Mule Deer - like)

Height: Average
Weight: Average
Build: Well-balanced
Thyme has strong legs which carry him far in the hours of need. Used to walking the woods and hopping through the rocky shallows of the rivers, he can outrun the predators trying to make him a dinner. Being a younger buck, it is but necessary, as his antlers are short and weak. He has a large nose and ears, being aware of any looming danger before it would reach him.
Size average compared to his kin, tall even, some might say. He would be no match to the roamers of the grass sea.
Scent: Thyme and Pine
Voice: ?

P E R S O N A L I T Y

  POSITIVE
Diligent, Protective, Respectful

NEUTRAL
Impatient, Practical, Unaware

NEGATIVE
Stubborn, Short-tempered, Self-concious

Overview:
Thyme is an ambitious young buck, who is burning with the flames of contribution and seeking opportunities to make a difference. Even if the cause is not something he intended for.

Diligent and respectful, one can not deny his loyalty to his kin and the selfless work he is putting in to help the herd survive in the dark woods. Even with his sharp tongue, he was never raising his voice to his elders, giving them the due respect they deserve. The longer one walks the earth the more they earned their right to live on and teach the wisdom they acquired. Questioning their views on life perhaps, but not their heeding, for in their word lies survival.

Being a young buck that he is, Thyme has taken on the duty to protect his kin, going miles to ensure their safety. He is fierce when it comes to anyone being willy-nilly and risking the well-being of others. SHould one be foolish enough to play with their own future, so be it, but putting the herd in danger’s way is a whole another thing.

Not one to deeply think on philosophy and ponder over heavy questions, Thyme learns from practice. Experience is his best teacher, however harsh it may be. Should he put his head into a bee’s hive to taste the sweet honey, the stinging pain will be the lesson so he will not do it the next time. And lessons he had a lot, being impatient and trying to rush everything. Putting himself in comical situations never let him down. lacking self awareness he does not mind being the talk of the herd. Truth to be told, when it reaches him he does feel rather embarrassed knowing his mistakes are so obvious to others.

Even though the will is there to make a difference, the consequences of his actions, which he so stubbornly sticks to, might end up not the way he intended. He knows it well that he should listen more to others, but his head is often too thick. Time is running short, he feels like, as every day could be the last, wasting no time to head first charge into action, and occasionally a wall of stone.

P R E - G R O U P H I S T O R Y

Family
Father: N/A
Mother: N/A
Adoptive Mother: Elder Iris (PC)
Sister: Chanterelle (PC)

His first memory is that of the dark forest. Silence ruling the space and even the smallest of noise shatters its overbearing presence, the young stag was scared and in desperation looking for his mother. What happened exactly, little does Tyme remember, not even his own name could he recall. Yelping for his mother, cracking bracks foreshadowed the coming of someone. His lungs filled with the scent of the forest, yet he could tell no smell. Deer, unlike predator or critters, carry no scent, this he knew at least which gave him a little hop, waiting in the same spot he woke up to see who is approaching him. A warm pair of eyes appeared in the shade and the gentles and most caring doe walked up to him, offering him an encouraging smile as she lowered her graceful neck to let her nose touch the young buck’s. Elder Iris found Thyme that day and gave him everything which he needed: a family, a home and his name.

The small stag was shy and refusing to leave the side of his new mother, following Elder Iris faithfully, like a duckling. Bit by bit he grew accustomed to the quiet and peaceful life Agartha had to offer and slowly but surely Thyme broke out of his shell. Gaining friends and playmates he enjoyed a life without hardship or sorrow.

Not long did this bliss last as everything has a dark side. Deep inside the woods looms danger in the form of predators. Vile monsters with sharp teeth and claws thirsting for the lifeblood of the deer. Never before did Thyme value his long legs, which carried him far away from the grip of death. He just grew up a bit that day, further understanding the teaching his herd taught him.

Running and running he way, away from harm’s talons, through creek and cliffs. Challenging fate and losing predators became a wicked game he often shared with the bravest. There is a very thin line between being courageous and reckless, which at that time the young bucks did not see. Those who plates with fire will burn eventually, a lesson he heard before but took to heart only after that specific day he was punished for his fearlessness.

Like usual, skipping through the rocky wilderness, he was getting away from a mountain lion. The monster must have been especially hungry for deer, chasing him relentlessly, not losing distance. Soon enough Thyme let his panic overtake him, miscalculating a jump and ending up in a cliff facing the craws of certain death. There was nowhere to run and thus he should have accepted his fate. He should have, yet fire burned within him, instincts screaming to his mind to live at any cost, as soon as the beast got a taste of his blood.

Something clicked in him and lowering his head, he returned the favor to the lion, imparting its neck onto his antlers. With all his might he pushed it further and further, till gravity grabbed onto its body, falling from the cliff. It did not go without taking a token. One of Thyme’s antlers was broken. A stigma reminding him of his sin. Only when panting heavily and staring down into the abyss did he realize what he had done. Heart still racing, he was shaking. On one hand he felt more alive than ever before, strong and mighty who defeated a monster. On the other hand, he could taste the irony scent on his tongue. He drew blood and became a murderer. Ashamed of his deed, as soon as adrenaline faded from his mind, fear took over.

What has he done? There is no excuse for his action and he could not hope for any. He should tell them and seek redemption. He knew he should . . . but he couldn’t. He wanted to live, now more than ever.

So he remained silent and hid behind a lie he fabricated. Crashing into a rock as he was making a leap of faith and landing unfortunately so he could outrun the lion. He was spared then, but his action still haunts him to this day, raising a storm twisting his beliefs and what he thought was right into a hurricane. Thyme needed to hide his sin and ever since doing his best to earn his retribution. For the herd.

G R O U P H I S T O R Y

March, 2024
Misty Forest (Sentinel )
Conversation (Misc)
Needing Aid , collab (Sentinel )
Don't be Shy (Misc)
Whispers in the Mist (Sentinel )
RANK UP! --> Rank 2 Sentinel
Not Alone (Sentinel )
Wandering Souls , RP (Sentinel  )
Medallion (Misc)
Midnight Guardian by LuxiieArt
April, 2024
New Light (Misc)
Introduction Meme (Misc)
Eclipse (MSE)
Rainfall (Misc)

Description

T H Y M E
[ Fragrant ]
Agartha
“In the darkest of hour does fire burn the brightest.”

LINKS
Medallion | Relationship Tracker

M A I N

Name: Thyme
Nickname/Alias: Thy
Age: Adult (2 years old)
Sex: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
“ A lawful neutral character acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs her. Order and organization are paramount to her. She may believe in personal order and live by a code or standard, or she may believe in order for all and favor a strong, organized government.”

Herd: Agartha
Task: Sentinel
Rank: Disciplus

P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N

Spiecies: Common (Mule Deer - like)

Height: Average
Weight: Average
Build: Well-balanced
Thyme has strong legs which carry him far in the hours of need. Used to walking the woods and hopping through the rocky shallows of the rivers, he can outrun the predators trying to make him a dinner. Being a younger buck, it is but necessary, as his antlers are short and weak. He has a large nose and ears, being aware of any looming danger before it would reach him.
Size average compared to his kin, tall even, some might say. He would be no match to the roamers of the grass sea.
Scent: Thyme and Pine
Voice: ?

P E R S O N A L I T Y

  POSITIVE
Diligent, Protective, Respectful

NEUTRAL
Impatient, Practical, Unaware

NEGATIVE
Stubborn, Short-tempered, Self-concious

Overview:
Thyme is an ambitious young buck, who is burning with the flames of contribution and seeking opportunities to make a difference. Even if the cause is not something he intended for.

Diligent and respectful, one can not deny his loyalty to his kin and the selfless work he is putting in to help the herd survive in the dark woods. Even with his sharp tongue, he was never raising his voice to his elders, giving them the due respect they deserve. The longer one walks the earth the more they earned their right to live on and teach the wisdom they acquired. Questioning their views on life perhaps, but not their heeding, for in their word lies survival.

Being a young buck that he is, Thyme has taken on the duty to protect his kin, going miles to ensure their safety. He is fierce when it comes to anyone being willy-nilly and risking the well-being of others. SHould one be foolish enough to play with their own future, so be it, but putting the herd in danger’s way is a whole another thing.

Not one to deeply think on philosophy and ponder over heavy questions, Thyme learns from practice. Experience is his best teacher, however harsh it may be. Should he put his head into a bee’s hive to taste the sweet honey, the stinging pain will be the lesson so he will not do it the next time. And lessons he had a lot, being impatient and trying to rush everything. Putting himself in comical situations never let him down. lacking self awareness he does not mind being the talk of the herd. Truth to be told, when it reaches him he does feel rather embarrassed knowing his mistakes are so obvious to others.

Even though the will is there to make a difference, the consequences of his actions, which he so stubbornly sticks to, might end up not the way he intended. He knows it well that he should listen more to others, but his head is often too thick. Time is running short, he feels like, as every day could be the last, wasting no time to head first charge into action, and occasionally a wall of stone.

P R E - G R O U P H I S T O R Y

Family
Father: N/A
Mother: N/A
Adoptive Mother: Elder Iris (PC)
Sister: Chanterelle (PC)

His first memory is that of the dark forest. Silence ruling the space and even the smallest of noise shatters its overbearing presence, the young stag was scared and in desperation looking for his mother. What happened exactly, little does Tyme remember, not even his own name could he recall. Yelping for his mother, cracking bracks foreshadowed the coming of someone. His lungs filled with the scent of the forest, yet he could tell no smell. Deer, unlike predator or critters, carry no scent, this he knew at least which gave him a little hop, waiting in the same spot he woke up to see who is approaching him. A warm pair of eyes appeared in the shade and the gentles and most caring doe walked up to him, offering him an encouraging smile as she lowered her graceful neck to let her nose touch the young buck’s. Elder Iris found Thyme that day and gave him everything which he needed: a family, a home and his name.

The small stag was shy and refusing to leave the side of his new mother, following Elder Iris faithfully, like a duckling. Bit by bit he grew accustomed to the quiet and peaceful life Agartha had to offer and slowly but surely Thyme broke out of his shell. Gaining friends and playmates he enjoyed a life without hardship or sorrow.

Not long did this bliss last as everything has a dark side. Deep inside the woods looms danger in the form of predators. Vile monsters with sharp teeth and claws thirsting for the lifeblood of the deer. Never before did Thyme value his long legs, which carried him far away from the grip of death. He just grew up a bit that day, further understanding the teaching his herd taught him.

Running and running he way, away from harm’s talons, through creek and cliffs. Challenging fate and losing predators became a wicked game he often shared with the bravest. There is a very thin line between being courageous and reckless, which at that time the young bucks did not see. Those who plates with fire will burn eventually, a lesson he heard before but took to heart only after that specific day he was punished for his fearlessness.

Like usual, skipping through the rocky wilderness, he was getting away from a mountain lion. The monster must have been especially hungry for deer, chasing him relentlessly, not losing distance. Soon enough Thyme let his panic overtake him, miscalculating a jump and ending up in a cliff facing the craws of certain death. There was nowhere to run and thus he should have accepted his fate. He should have, yet fire burned within him, instincts screaming to his mind to live at any cost, as soon as the beast got a taste of his blood.

Something clicked in him and lowering his head, he returned the favor to the lion, imparting its neck onto his antlers. With all his might he pushed it further and further, till gravity grabbed onto its body, falling from the cliff. It did not go without taking a token. One of Thyme’s antlers was broken. A stigma reminding him of his sin. Only when panting heavily and staring down into the abyss did he realize what he had done. Heart still racing, he was shaking. On one hand he felt more alive than ever before, strong and mighty who defeated a monster. On the other hand, he could taste the irony scent on his tongue. He drew blood and became a murderer. Ashamed of his deed, as soon as adrenaline faded from his mind, fear took over.

What has he done? There is no excuse for his action and he could not hope for any. He should tell them and seek redemption. He knew he should . . . but he couldn’t. He wanted to live, now more than ever.

So he remained silent and hid behind a lie he fabricated. Crashing into a rock as he was making a leap of faith and landing unfortunately so he could outrun the lion. He was spared then, but his action still haunts him to this day, raising a storm twisting his beliefs and what he thought was right into a hurricane. Thyme needed to hide his sin and ever since doing his best to earn his retribution. For the herd.

G R O U P H I S T O R Y

March, 2024
Misty Forest (Sentinel )
Conversation (Misc)
Needing Aid , collab (Sentinel )
Don't be Shy (Misc)
Whispers in the Mist (Sentinel )
RANK UP! --> Rank 2 Sentinel
Not Alone (Sentinel )
Wandering Souls , RP (Sentinel  )
Medallion (Misc)
Midnight Guardian by LuxiieArt
April, 2024
New Light (Misc)
Introduction Meme (Misc)
Eclipse (MSE)
Rainfall (Misc)