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Description
Name: Bronor
Gender: Male
Age: 0
Year of Birth: Y767 of the New Age
Height: 10HH [Predicted Height]
Build: Medium
Phenotype: Marbled palamino with restricted fawn
Genotype: ee/Ata/nCr/fwfws/Rxrz/pipi/MbMb
Eye Colour: Blue
Design Sheet: Whiteout Design
Piebald Defects:
- Epilepsy
- No antler

Sire: NPC;; Commoner
Dam: NPC;; Commoner
Bloodline: 100% Glenmore
Magic Type: Earth

Skills;;
Speed: 2 [No Level] (Build Cap: 15 points max)
Stamina: 4 [No Level]
Strength: 4 [No Level]

Magic: 0 [No Level]
Herbs: 0 [No Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown;;
+2 speed - base bonus
+4 stamina - base bonus
+4 strength - base bonus

Herd Information;;
Herd: Glenmore
Herd Position: Commoner
Mate(s): --
Current Location: The Willow's Glade, Glenmore

Personality: Energetic | Curious | Bold

Appearance: Mostly white with bright blue eyes, Bronor is tall for his age, though most of his height is currently in his legs with a lot of filling out to do from his time wandering in the Oldegrove.

History: [Written by applecinna ]
Abandoned at birth by his mother and left in the care of his aunt who was nursing her own fawn that year, young Bronor has had a rough start in life. However in the autumn of 767, things took a turn for the worse. As his aunt was claimed into the harem of a vicious Lord, Bronor was cast out, forbidden to see the only family who cared for him as his aunt was ushered away.

Wandering the Oldegrove, bleating pitifully, Bronor nursed through the pity of other does who saw him, but none would take in the abomination. It was a day like any other when a doe, tall and beautiful spoke kindly to him. None of the words made sense to him, but she let him come with her back to a place that felt more like home.

There was talking, again he didn't know what was being said, all young Bronor could do was look at everything in the immaculately tended glade as the doe that had brought him there talked to another. In time, the beautiful doe returned with another brightly color doe. They introduced one another, told him that this was his home now and they would take care of him as long as he took care of them. The only word he could focus on was "Home".

Art by applecinna
Fawnlings

Description
Name: Bronor
Gender: Male
Age: 0
Year of Birth: Y767 of the New Age
Height: 10HH [Predicted Height]
Build: Medium
Phenotype: Marbled palamino with restricted fawn
Genotype: ee/Ata/nCr/fwfws/Rxrz/pipi/MbMb
Eye Colour: Blue
Design Sheet: Whiteout Design
Piebald Defects:
- Epilepsy
- No antler

Sire: NPC;; Commoner
Dam: NPC;; Commoner
Bloodline: 100% Glenmore
Magic Type: Earth

Skills;;
Speed: 2 [No Level] (Build Cap: 15 points max)
Stamina: 4 [No Level]
Strength: 4 [No Level]

Magic: 0 [No Level]
Herbs: 0 [No Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown;;
+2 speed - base bonus
+4 stamina - base bonus
+4 strength - base bonus

Herd Information;;
Herd: Glenmore
Herd Position: Commoner
Mate(s): --
Current Location: The Willow's Glade, Glenmore

Personality: Energetic | Curious | Bold

Appearance: Mostly white with bright blue eyes, Bronor is tall for his age, though most of his height is currently in his legs with a lot of filling out to do from his time wandering in the Oldegrove.

History: [Written by applecinna ]
Abandoned at birth by his mother and left in the care of his aunt who was nursing her own fawn that year, young Bronor has had a rough start in life. However in the autumn of 767, things took a turn for the worse. As his aunt was claimed into the harem of a vicious Lord, Bronor was cast out, forbidden to see the only family who cared for him as his aunt was ushered away.

Wandering the Oldegrove, bleating pitifully, Bronor nursed through the pity of other does who saw him, but none would take in the abomination. It was a day like any other when a doe, tall and beautiful spoke kindly to him. None of the words made sense to him, but she let him come with her back to a place that felt more like home.

There was talking, again he didn't know what was being said, all young Bronor could do was look at everything in the immaculately tended glade as the doe that had brought him there talked to another. In time, the beautiful doe returned with another brightly color doe. They introduced one another, told him that this was his home now and they would take care of him as long as he took care of them. The only word he could focus on was "Home".

Art by applecinna
Fawnlings