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HOMYGAWD IT'S FINALLY DONE!!!
This took me f o r e v e r! Seriously! I had so many ideas for his coloring and his powers, and his antlers! Yes! I gave him antlers! Muahaha! He's the schmex and you know it so shush.

This is my entry for 's contest, which is located right here<3 . Go check it out!

This boy is my prospect for Annalise who is a gorgeous character designed by Diikae. I chose her because I thought that a wild and reckless 'boy from the woods' would give her a good run for her money. I hope she finds him intriguing and worth chasing after. If not well, he'll just stalk her. xP
Witcher, which is actually his nickname, is a Forest Spirit, raised by a native tribe. He wasn't exactly what you would call an orphan, seeing as his "Grandfather" believes that he was created and not born, but Witcher does not remember his parents either. So he is at a bit of a loss there.

Here is a brief run down of Witcher

*he doesn't remember much past being found by his grandfather and will often refer to his childhood as the 'younger times'
*he is indeed immortal but because of modernization, most people have lost faith and quit believing in magic. so, Witcher is dying a slow, drawn out death
*but, according to an old spirit, one truly faithful heart may be enough to save him
*with each full moon he loses a bit of strength and first he will lose his magic, then his unique appearance, and lastly, his life all together
*he will not venture past his forest, however, if something 'interesting' should venture in, well, it's pretty much a field trip for Witcher!

P.S. - He loves, and I mean L O V E S shiny stuff. Anything sparkly! So bribe him dammit! xD

Roleplay Sample

He couldn't remember the last time he'd allowed himself the freedom of the world past his forest. It was a step he rarely took, for the outside world had taught him that others were cruel out of fear and hatred for that in which they did not understand. Witcher, as he was affectionately referred to, had learned this all too quickly in his many years upon this earth. And what was it of this gentle, carefree soul that threatened those of the 'normal' world so? Even he did not know. But, he had been called 'demon' one too many times to turn back and ask questions. He had been shunned as a child, even by those who had sworn to raise him. Twas not their fault really, Witcher fancied, for if he were to step back and gaze upon himself he would admit that he too, would have been taken aback by such an old looking foal. That, and the fact that Grandfather said he had fallen from the sky... that probably confused his people more than anything. Honestly, who comes dropping out of the clouds? Angels? Ha, not in this world's perspective, that was for certain. The only thing these poor souls knew was overpopulation, pollution, starvation, and sterilization. Little by little they made their cities larger, and little by little there were choking out their own future. Mother Nature was losing her will to fight, and it nearly brought tears to the demon's eyes as he thought about what could happen to the beautiful realm he had grown up in.

Witcher could not bring himself to venture to the cities anymore, for when he had gone it had been hell. To be captured, tortured, and falsely accused would make any soul deny themselves the freedom of travel and exploration. And so, it meant that he was to stay in his forest, only to gaze out longingly and with loneliness in his eyes. He had no one. Certainly, he had his people, and Grandfather, but they, they all had their special one, their purpose. Witcher had never felt such things, in all his years he had no knowledge in they ways of love, only in the ways of creation. Twas his duty to keep this place alive, not to attempt to seek out one that most likely did not exsist. But, that did not mean that the pain did not pang him ever so often, usually when he was least expecting it. Hearts were fickle things, and Witcher feared them more than anything else in this world, even death. Though he may have been dying slowly, painfully, to be tossed away and forgotten, to him, would be far worse than rejoining his creators in the afterlife. Soft breath left powerful lungs at this thought, the oddly hued creature allowing the air to pass freely through his nostrils. Mismatched eyes now gazed at the blackened form rising from the bosom of the earth, another pain of worry and rejection overwhelming his very being. "Why must they do this?" he growled, pinning his long auds beneath his antlers and glaring ever so slightly, "...they kill off their only hope. They'll have nothing left, not even the dust to bury themselves in..."

[just a short background/persona/outlook post. if you need more Diikae, please let me know ]

I will also be doing an art peice of either his human form or a picture of he and Annalise together. What do you guys think?

STEAL AND I WILL MURDER YOU!

=]

Description
Full View Friendly!

HOMYGAWD IT'S FINALLY DONE!!!
This took me f o r e v e r! Seriously! I had so many ideas for his coloring and his powers, and his antlers! Yes! I gave him antlers! Muahaha! He's the schmex and you know it so shush.

This is my entry for 's contest, which is located right here<3 . Go check it out!

This boy is my prospect for Annalise who is a gorgeous character designed by Diikae. I chose her because I thought that a wild and reckless 'boy from the woods' would give her a good run for her money. I hope she finds him intriguing and worth chasing after. If not well, he'll just stalk her. xP
Witcher, which is actually his nickname, is a Forest Spirit, raised by a native tribe. He wasn't exactly what you would call an orphan, seeing as his "Grandfather" believes that he was created and not born, but Witcher does not remember his parents either. So he is at a bit of a loss there.

Here is a brief run down of Witcher

*he doesn't remember much past being found by his grandfather and will often refer to his childhood as the 'younger times'
*he is indeed immortal but because of modernization, most people have lost faith and quit believing in magic. so, Witcher is dying a slow, drawn out death
*but, according to an old spirit, one truly faithful heart may be enough to save him
*with each full moon he loses a bit of strength and first he will lose his magic, then his unique appearance, and lastly, his life all together
*he will not venture past his forest, however, if something 'interesting' should venture in, well, it's pretty much a field trip for Witcher!

P.S. - He loves, and I mean L O V E S shiny stuff. Anything sparkly! So bribe him dammit! xD

Roleplay Sample

He couldn't remember the last time he'd allowed himself the freedom of the world past his forest. It was a step he rarely took, for the outside world had taught him that others were cruel out of fear and hatred for that in which they did not understand. Witcher, as he was affectionately referred to, had learned this all too quickly in his many years upon this earth. And what was it of this gentle, carefree soul that threatened those of the 'normal' world so? Even he did not know. But, he had been called 'demon' one too many times to turn back and ask questions. He had been shunned as a child, even by those who had sworn to raise him. Twas not their fault really, Witcher fancied, for if he were to step back and gaze upon himself he would admit that he too, would have been taken aback by such an old looking foal. That, and the fact that Grandfather said he had fallen from the sky... that probably confused his people more than anything. Honestly, who comes dropping out of the clouds? Angels? Ha, not in this world's perspective, that was for certain. The only thing these poor souls knew was overpopulation, pollution, starvation, and sterilization. Little by little they made their cities larger, and little by little there were choking out their own future. Mother Nature was losing her will to fight, and it nearly brought tears to the demon's eyes as he thought about what could happen to the beautiful realm he had grown up in.

Witcher could not bring himself to venture to the cities anymore, for when he had gone it had been hell. To be captured, tortured, and falsely accused would make any soul deny themselves the freedom of travel and exploration. And so, it meant that he was to stay in his forest, only to gaze out longingly and with loneliness in his eyes. He had no one. Certainly, he had his people, and Grandfather, but they, they all had their special one, their purpose. Witcher had never felt such things, in all his years he had no knowledge in they ways of love, only in the ways of creation. Twas his duty to keep this place alive, not to attempt to seek out one that most likely did not exsist. But, that did not mean that the pain did not pang him ever so often, usually when he was least expecting it. Hearts were fickle things, and Witcher feared them more than anything else in this world, even death. Though he may have been dying slowly, painfully, to be tossed away and forgotten, to him, would be far worse than rejoining his creators in the afterlife. Soft breath left powerful lungs at this thought, the oddly hued creature allowing the air to pass freely through his nostrils. Mismatched eyes now gazed at the blackened form rising from the bosom of the earth, another pain of worry and rejection overwhelming his very being. "Why must they do this?" he growled, pinning his long auds beneath his antlers and glaring ever so slightly, "...they kill off their only hope. They'll have nothing left, not even the dust to bury themselves in..."

[just a short background/persona/outlook post. if you need more Diikae, please let me know ]

I will also be doing an art peice of either his human form or a picture of he and Annalise together. What do you guys think?

STEAL AND I WILL MURDER YOU!

=]