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Rafla gets an update, and a huge overhaul to lots of things! Look at my girl all grown up!!
RP STATUS: Open! Just about anything is okay, just throw it at me!
FIGHT STATUS: Open! Throw those bullies at me!
PLOT Status: Open! Just note me!
RUT STATUS: Semi-open! RP reasons would be needed, feel free to note!
Name: Rafla
Meaning: Celtic for 'Rumor'
Nicknames: Sweetling, Tickly
Gender: Doe
Age: 10
Year of Birth: 762 of the New Age
Height: 9hh (Predicted 9.2hh)
Build: Medium-Light
Phenotype: Wild Amber Champagne Classic Fawn
Genotype: Ee/A+a/nCh/Ff/fwfw
Eye Color: Hazel
Design Sheet: Click me!

Sire: Perth - Guard Stag (NPC) - [Unknown/Presumed Dead]
Dam: Mavie - Commoner Doe (NPC) - [Deceased]
Offspring:
Tormaigh , Commoner Colt - Y769 [Adopted, this is only known by Rafla she has not told anyone]

Bloodline: 100% Glenmore
Magic Type: Earth

SKILL POINTSSpeed: 16 [Medium Level]
Stamina: 14 [Basic Level]
Strength: 2 [No Level] [Build Cap: 19 points max]
Magic: 38 [Master Level ] [Capped at Advanced: Age restriction]
Herbs: 26 [Advanced Level]
Crafting: 30 [Master level - Capped at Medium: Age restriction]
Experience: 0

Skills Breakdown: Please click here to read the breakdown!

HERD INFORMATIONHerd: Glenmore
Herd Position: Commoner, Everyone's Best Friend
Mate(s): None
Current Location: Lord Kaden's Glade, or in Glenwood

DETAILS
Personality:
Fanciful, Introspective, Secretly Intelligent, Self-deprecating, Self-critical, Withdrawn.
A doe often thought of as air headed or even stupid according to some, Rafla is prone to flights of fancy and will often lose herself in thought and daydreams, tending not to concern herself with the politics and worries of the herd, and simply tries to a grin on her muzzle in hopes that it will spread and ease the hearts of others. After all, it's hard to be rather angry when you got a dopey smile on your face, right? She tends to enjoy the company of younger fawns more than those of her age or older, seeming to take a great amount of joy in the way younglings tend to babble on about the most insignificant of things, often doing the same herself alongside them as she spins grand tales of mysteries or the trials of a squirrel who's lost his acorn. Or terrors of the hedgehog gobbling up hapless slugs, oh no! However when alone with her thoughts, she tends to become rather brooding mentally, often wondering if she is good enough for anything past giggling with yearlings, and even the smallest hint of failure or disappointing another fawnling tends to swing her into a screaming match within her own head, though she keeps these particular stories to herself in her endeavor to keep the herd from having more worries to tend to.

Appearance:
A taller, cinnamon-pointed doe, Rafla has filled out into a slim and leggy frame suited well for dashing through the trees and across meadows at top speed. Her mane has finally managed to regrow its way back up her neck, and is protected in a closely knit braid down to her withers where its length is then covered by vines to keep it safe and clean, though her massive curls still spurt out from the end of her braids, determined to break free. Able to more easily take care of herself now, her coat has gained back a soft luster, finally capable of growing a suitable coat in winter, though the glow of health across her makes the discoloration on part of her right hoof more apparent, the keratin that was once torn away finally healed, but will forever remain paler and just slightly softer.

Accessories:

Rafla has taken to tightly braiding her hair and wrapping its length in creeping fig, using its stem to hold down the leaves to form a protective barrier over her hair. Here and there she wears sprigs of fern combined with pear tree blossoms and starflowers. Typically she tucks a clump of red Amaranth somewhere within the sprigs, most typically at the base of her tail.

Companions:
#1160 -Multiple Choice: Uncommon

Barra - Female Peregrine Falcon

Found broken and tangled during the winter of 771, Rafla freed and tended the young bird out of pity, bringing to it small hedgemice she managed to get her hooves on. After it healed, the bird has remained in Rafla's general vicinity, seemingly more out of convenience than thanks. Rafla has taken to scaring up small game for the carnivorous avian, retrieving the body to pull away feathers or bits of hide before leaving the carcass for her predatory friend to eat her fill, then burying what remains out of respect. She's come to name the falcon 'Barra', meaning Spear, for the way the bird appears when it streaks from the sky in an attack.

History:
Born on a rainy morning, Rafla entered the world in the calm grey promise of spring. It was this gentle grey that would overtake the majority of her young life. Often told by her mother she took more after her unknown sire than herself, never seeming pleased by this fact. Her mother would comment she wasn't as comely as she could have been. She could have been paler, been more delicate, more eloquent, more intelligent. These things would quickly bury themselves in the filly's subconscious, forming cracks that would take years to fill. She never thought these comments were cruel, simply part of how things were in a normal fawns life. Rafla felt she really did love her mother with all her heart, and did everything she could to please her, but to no avail. The one thing they seemed to hold a bond over, was stories. Though her mother considered her a burden, she never forgot to inspire her daughter with stories. It was stories that held Rafla together as she grew, at their most important at mother's passing. Having no guardian of her own, and uneasy with imposing on another, Rafla went on by herself, growing into a thoughtful, if odd, young hind. Yet, in her fifth spring, all this would change. The cracks in the hind have begun to fill, gaining friends through the months as she grew. Adopted by the warmhearted Lady Isibéal into her growing family, Rafla began to finally understand what a mother was supposed to be. Finally getting the care she needs, Rafla began to blossom into a well-rounded young doe, getting mistaken for a young Lady a few times thanks to her presence among other royals and her forwardly friendly demeanor. However her friendliness seems to vanish when in the presence of darker coated lords or dukes she does not know well, doing her best to politely excuse herself if not outright bolting in a blind panic. The only times she does not flee seems to be when her young son Tormaigh is present, the doe becoming more fierce, even seeming downright vicious if she thinks her child is under any sort of threat, and gladly launching herself into the faces of those far larger than herself to protect him. The newfound confidence granted by motherhood has encouraged Rafla to expand herself, going further into independance now to give her son the fawnhood she herself did not, and seeking to create a safe place for those that felt trapped like herself. Its been noted she's been going on long excursions into the Glenwood, sometimes even for a few days at a time and typically alone, and has been openly asking around for herbalists and powerful magic users, especially those of Silverthorne bloodlines..

ROLEPLAYS Please click here to read the roleplays!

Description

Rafla gets an update, and a huge overhaul to lots of things! Look at my girl all grown up!!
RP STATUS: Open! Just about anything is okay, just throw it at me!
FIGHT STATUS: Open! Throw those bullies at me!
PLOT Status: Open! Just note me!
RUT STATUS: Semi-open! RP reasons would be needed, feel free to note!
Name: Rafla
Meaning: Celtic for 'Rumor'
Nicknames: Sweetling, Tickly
Gender: Doe
Age: 10
Year of Birth: 762 of the New Age
Height: 9hh (Predicted 9.2hh)
Build: Medium-Light
Phenotype: Wild Amber Champagne Classic Fawn
Genotype: Ee/A+a/nCh/Ff/fwfw
Eye Color: Hazel
Design Sheet: Click me!

Sire: Perth - Guard Stag (NPC) - [Unknown/Presumed Dead]
Dam: Mavie - Commoner Doe (NPC) - [Deceased]
Offspring:
Tormaigh , Commoner Colt - Y769 [Adopted, this is only known by Rafla she has not told anyone]

Bloodline: 100% Glenmore
Magic Type: Earth

SKILL POINTSSpeed: 16 [Medium Level]
Stamina: 14 [Basic Level]
Strength: 2 [No Level] [Build Cap: 19 points max]
Magic: 38 [Master Level ] [Capped at Advanced: Age restriction]
Herbs: 26 [Advanced Level]
Crafting: 30 [Master level - Capped at Medium: Age restriction]
Experience: 0

Skills Breakdown: Please click here to read the breakdown!

HERD INFORMATIONHerd: Glenmore
Herd Position: Commoner, Everyone's Best Friend
Mate(s): None
Current Location: Lord Kaden's Glade, or in Glenwood

DETAILS
Personality:
Fanciful, Introspective, Secretly Intelligent, Self-deprecating, Self-critical, Withdrawn.
A doe often thought of as air headed or even stupid according to some, Rafla is prone to flights of fancy and will often lose herself in thought and daydreams, tending not to concern herself with the politics and worries of the herd, and simply tries to a grin on her muzzle in hopes that it will spread and ease the hearts of others. After all, it's hard to be rather angry when you got a dopey smile on your face, right? She tends to enjoy the company of younger fawns more than those of her age or older, seeming to take a great amount of joy in the way younglings tend to babble on about the most insignificant of things, often doing the same herself alongside them as she spins grand tales of mysteries or the trials of a squirrel who's lost his acorn. Or terrors of the hedgehog gobbling up hapless slugs, oh no! However when alone with her thoughts, she tends to become rather brooding mentally, often wondering if she is good enough for anything past giggling with yearlings, and even the smallest hint of failure or disappointing another fawnling tends to swing her into a screaming match within her own head, though she keeps these particular stories to herself in her endeavor to keep the herd from having more worries to tend to.

Appearance:
A taller, cinnamon-pointed doe, Rafla has filled out into a slim and leggy frame suited well for dashing through the trees and across meadows at top speed. Her mane has finally managed to regrow its way back up her neck, and is protected in a closely knit braid down to her withers where its length is then covered by vines to keep it safe and clean, though her massive curls still spurt out from the end of her braids, determined to break free. Able to more easily take care of herself now, her coat has gained back a soft luster, finally capable of growing a suitable coat in winter, though the glow of health across her makes the discoloration on part of her right hoof more apparent, the keratin that was once torn away finally healed, but will forever remain paler and just slightly softer.

Accessories:

Rafla has taken to tightly braiding her hair and wrapping its length in creeping fig, using its stem to hold down the leaves to form a protective barrier over her hair. Here and there she wears sprigs of fern combined with pear tree blossoms and starflowers. Typically she tucks a clump of red Amaranth somewhere within the sprigs, most typically at the base of her tail.

Companions:
#1160 -Multiple Choice: Uncommon

Barra - Female Peregrine Falcon

Found broken and tangled during the winter of 771, Rafla freed and tended the young bird out of pity, bringing to it small hedgemice she managed to get her hooves on. After it healed, the bird has remained in Rafla's general vicinity, seemingly more out of convenience than thanks. Rafla has taken to scaring up small game for the carnivorous avian, retrieving the body to pull away feathers or bits of hide before leaving the carcass for her predatory friend to eat her fill, then burying what remains out of respect. She's come to name the falcon 'Barra', meaning Spear, for the way the bird appears when it streaks from the sky in an attack.

History:
Born on a rainy morning, Rafla entered the world in the calm grey promise of spring. It was this gentle grey that would overtake the majority of her young life. Often told by her mother she took more after her unknown sire than herself, never seeming pleased by this fact. Her mother would comment she wasn't as comely as she could have been. She could have been paler, been more delicate, more eloquent, more intelligent. These things would quickly bury themselves in the filly's subconscious, forming cracks that would take years to fill. She never thought these comments were cruel, simply part of how things were in a normal fawns life. Rafla felt she really did love her mother with all her heart, and did everything she could to please her, but to no avail. The one thing they seemed to hold a bond over, was stories. Though her mother considered her a burden, she never forgot to inspire her daughter with stories. It was stories that held Rafla together as she grew, at their most important at mother's passing. Having no guardian of her own, and uneasy with imposing on another, Rafla went on by herself, growing into a thoughtful, if odd, young hind. Yet, in her fifth spring, all this would change. The cracks in the hind have begun to fill, gaining friends through the months as she grew. Adopted by the warmhearted Lady Isibéal into her growing family, Rafla began to finally understand what a mother was supposed to be. Finally getting the care she needs, Rafla began to blossom into a well-rounded young doe, getting mistaken for a young Lady a few times thanks to her presence among other royals and her forwardly friendly demeanor. However her friendliness seems to vanish when in the presence of darker coated lords or dukes she does not know well, doing her best to politely excuse herself if not outright bolting in a blind panic. The only times she does not flee seems to be when her young son Tormaigh is present, the doe becoming more fierce, even seeming downright vicious if she thinks her child is under any sort of threat, and gladly launching herself into the faces of those far larger than herself to protect him. The newfound confidence granted by motherhood has encouraged Rafla to expand herself, going further into independance now to give her son the fawnhood she herself did not, and seeking to create a safe place for those that felt trapped like herself. Its been noted she's been going on long excursions into the Glenwood, sometimes even for a few days at a time and typically alone, and has been openly asking around for herbalists and powerful magic users, especially those of Silverthorne bloodlines..

ROLEPLAYS Please click here to read the roleplays!