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Description
Art and design by H1D1NG !!!
Note that I am aware that his backstory doesn't properly line up with how Irish elk went extinct (It's not completely known what caused that). He's made for entertainment purposes and is as accurate as I could make possible while still keeping him how I had in mind.

Albion, the shapeshifter mentioned below, should get a profile soon, too! I just wanted to post this cause I'm super proud of Dearil's backstory and stuff tbh ;;

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Nᴀᴍᴇ \\ Dearil last name unknown
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs \\ Angel of Death, Death Seeker
Aɢᴇ \\ Unknown for sure, approximately 7,900 years old
Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs \\ Irish Elk Spirit
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ \\ ???
Aᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ \\ German
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ \\ Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ \\ ???
Mᴀᴛᴇ \\ ???
Bᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ \\ Albion

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Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ \\ 7ft 2 inches at the shoulders
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ \\ ???
Bᴏᴅʏ Sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ \\ Half-decayed state, though not morbid or gross. Ribs partially poke out of sides, part of his spine show, and his fur is thin (though smooth and shiny) in most places.
Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ \\ N/A
Aᴄᴄᴇssᴏʀɪᴇs \\ Flowers grow naturally in the thickest part of his fur

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Lɪᴋᴇs \\
☑ Having his fur brushed by those he trusts
☑ String music
☑ Nature
☑ Seeing others happy
☑ Silence
☑ Seeing others stray onto good paths because of his own actions
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs \\
☒ Destruction and any kind of waste
☒ Being touched by strangers
☒ People being scared of him
☒ Loud noises
☒ Bright, unnatural colors
☒ Guns and other weapons
Fᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ \\ ???
Fᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Fᴏᴏᴅ \\ ???
Fᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ \\ Fall; he thinks the leaves are pretty
Fᴇᴀʀs \\
▪ Guns
▪ His skull being passed on to someone other than Albion
▪ Being forced to move on, or “leave the world”
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs \\
▪ Helping the spirits of the dead reach their final destination
▪ Exploring new woods
▪ Journeying across North America with Albion
Aᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs \\
▪ N/A
Pᴇᴛ Pᴇᴇᴠᴇs \\
▪ People assuming he’s a demon
▪ Being followed
▪ Being called “evil”, or that he kills animals and people

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Rᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ Fᴀᴄᴛs \\
▪ Smells faintly of pine, wildflowers, and sunshine
▪ Can’t physically speak, but can communicate telepathically
▪ Can keep himself hidden from those he doesn’t wish to reveal himself to
▪ Doesn’t remember many specific details about his days as a living elk
▪ Can take physical form if his skull is in close enough proximity

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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ \\
A quiet, all together rather gentle creature, Dearil exists to teach other living creatures the beauty and peace behind death. He doesn't bring death, but instead guides those close and/or dead to wherever they must go, calming them and keeping them happy along the way. His presence is a calm, relaxing one, to say the least. Those around him often notice the fact that the air becomes smoother and easier to breathe, and that a soft, gentle fragrance envelopes them. This is all part of his duty in relaxing others and keeping them unafraid of him, an ancient stag trapped within worlds.

Though, while his presence often brings joy - even to those who can’t see him - the stag is often a sad creature. Sure, he can’t physically voice this, but when gazing upon living creatures or voicing his thoughts in that special telepathic way of his, he often seems wistful and sad. This is often because of how lonely he can get, even with the company of his closest friend, the shapeshifter Albion. The spirit misses the days he spent surrounded by friends and family, and looks upon the dying earth with sorrow, aware with the knowledge of his years that it won’t last much longer. When truly stressed, the aura around him becomes a bit less peaceful.. A sad feeling envelops those around him at this time, a feeling of loss and despair, of being stuck in a time where one doesn’t belong. This is the feeling the spirit often boasts, though most often than not it is only internal.

He tries his hardest to keep said feelings concealed, most times, after all, preferring to see others happy and joyful rather than sad as he is. Laughter is one of his favorite things to hear, and he’ll often lurk, hidden from view, around groups of humans who are having fun with their various activities, gazing upon them like a wistful old man who misses his youth. Even with his rather odd, sometimes fear-inducing appearance, he does want the best for others, even the humans who he knows are killing the earth he’s occupied for thousands of years.

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Bᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ \\
Born to a typical herd of Irish Elk that occupied Germany over 7,000 years ago, Dearil was the son of the leader of the herd, and soon took over his father after the older elk died. He lived a happy life, though a plague soon changed that, and the illness spread. Along with the predators that hunted his kind, the sickness quickly wiped out those like him, and before long he was the last of his kind, the final one to walk the land before they would be gone. In the end, it wasn’t the illness or a predator that got him, but his own depression, so lonely and so lost in despair that he forgot to eat or drink. Before long, this caught up to him, and he died of the lack of life necessities, though his journey didn’t end there. His spirit lingered wherever his skill remained, traveling farther south for a few hundred years after his skull was picked up by some native hunters. He remained in the south, stuck in the forest, where he watched the world around him change and animals come and go, learning his abilities as time went by. His skull had been buried under debris from earthquakes and other things by now, but his spirit remained, stuck in that forest for thousands of years.. It was only in 2010 that things really changed. His skull was found and auctioned off, eventually purchased by a shapeshifting elk named Albion who lived in North America. Along with his skull, the spirit traveled to meet this new “owner”, and though Albion was scared of him at first, the two eventually became friends, with Dearil teaching Albion the ways of the world, and guiding him over his adventures as a “rogue” shifter.

Description
Art and design by H1D1NG !!!
Note that I am aware that his backstory doesn't properly line up with how Irish elk went extinct (It's not completely known what caused that). He's made for entertainment purposes and is as accurate as I could make possible while still keeping him how I had in mind.

Albion, the shapeshifter mentioned below, should get a profile soon, too! I just wanted to post this cause I'm super proud of Dearil's backstory and stuff tbh ;;

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Nᴀᴍᴇ \\ Dearil last name unknown
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs \\ Angel of Death, Death Seeker
Aɢᴇ \\ Unknown for sure, approximately 7,900 years old
Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs \\ Irish Elk Spirit
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ \\ ???
Aᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ \\ German
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ \\ Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ \\ ???
Mᴀᴛᴇ \\ ???
Bᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ \\ Albion

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Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ \\ 7ft 2 inches at the shoulders
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ \\ ???
Bᴏᴅʏ Sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ \\ Half-decayed state, though not morbid or gross. Ribs partially poke out of sides, part of his spine show, and his fur is thin (though smooth and shiny) in most places.
Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ \\ N/A
Aᴄᴄᴇssᴏʀɪᴇs \\ Flowers grow naturally in the thickest part of his fur

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Lɪᴋᴇs \\
☑ Having his fur brushed by those he trusts
☑ String music
☑ Nature
☑ Seeing others happy
☑ Silence
☑ Seeing others stray onto good paths because of his own actions
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs \\
☒ Destruction and any kind of waste
☒ Being touched by strangers
☒ People being scared of him
☒ Loud noises
☒ Bright, unnatural colors
☒ Guns and other weapons
Fᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ \\ ???
Fᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Fᴏᴏᴅ \\ ???
Fᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ \\ Fall; he thinks the leaves are pretty
Fᴇᴀʀs \\
▪ Guns
▪ His skull being passed on to someone other than Albion
▪ Being forced to move on, or “leave the world”
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs \\
▪ Helping the spirits of the dead reach their final destination
▪ Exploring new woods
▪ Journeying across North America with Albion
Aᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs \\
▪ N/A
Pᴇᴛ Pᴇᴇᴠᴇs \\
▪ People assuming he’s a demon
▪ Being followed
▪ Being called “evil”, or that he kills animals and people

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Rᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ Fᴀᴄᴛs \\
▪ Smells faintly of pine, wildflowers, and sunshine
▪ Can’t physically speak, but can communicate telepathically
▪ Can keep himself hidden from those he doesn’t wish to reveal himself to
▪ Doesn’t remember many specific details about his days as a living elk
▪ Can take physical form if his skull is in close enough proximity

_____________

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ \\
A quiet, all together rather gentle creature, Dearil exists to teach other living creatures the beauty and peace behind death. He doesn't bring death, but instead guides those close and/or dead to wherever they must go, calming them and keeping them happy along the way. His presence is a calm, relaxing one, to say the least. Those around him often notice the fact that the air becomes smoother and easier to breathe, and that a soft, gentle fragrance envelopes them. This is all part of his duty in relaxing others and keeping them unafraid of him, an ancient stag trapped within worlds.

Though, while his presence often brings joy - even to those who can’t see him - the stag is often a sad creature. Sure, he can’t physically voice this, but when gazing upon living creatures or voicing his thoughts in that special telepathic way of his, he often seems wistful and sad. This is often because of how lonely he can get, even with the company of his closest friend, the shapeshifter Albion. The spirit misses the days he spent surrounded by friends and family, and looks upon the dying earth with sorrow, aware with the knowledge of his years that it won’t last much longer. When truly stressed, the aura around him becomes a bit less peaceful.. A sad feeling envelops those around him at this time, a feeling of loss and despair, of being stuck in a time where one doesn’t belong. This is the feeling the spirit often boasts, though most often than not it is only internal.

He tries his hardest to keep said feelings concealed, most times, after all, preferring to see others happy and joyful rather than sad as he is. Laughter is one of his favorite things to hear, and he’ll often lurk, hidden from view, around groups of humans who are having fun with their various activities, gazing upon them like a wistful old man who misses his youth. Even with his rather odd, sometimes fear-inducing appearance, he does want the best for others, even the humans who he knows are killing the earth he’s occupied for thousands of years.

_____________

Bᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ \\
Born to a typical herd of Irish Elk that occupied Germany over 7,000 years ago, Dearil was the son of the leader of the herd, and soon took over his father after the older elk died. He lived a happy life, though a plague soon changed that, and the illness spread. Along with the predators that hunted his kind, the sickness quickly wiped out those like him, and before long he was the last of his kind, the final one to walk the land before they would be gone. In the end, it wasn’t the illness or a predator that got him, but his own depression, so lonely and so lost in despair that he forgot to eat or drink. Before long, this caught up to him, and he died of the lack of life necessities, though his journey didn’t end there. His spirit lingered wherever his skill remained, traveling farther south for a few hundred years after his skull was picked up by some native hunters. He remained in the south, stuck in the forest, where he watched the world around him change and animals come and go, learning his abilities as time went by. His skull had been buried under debris from earthquakes and other things by now, but his spirit remained, stuck in that forest for thousands of years.. It was only in 2010 that things really changed. His skull was found and auctioned off, eventually purchased by a shapeshifting elk named Albion who lived in North America. Along with his skull, the spirit traveled to meet this new “owner”, and though Albion was scared of him at first, the two eventually became friends, with Dearil teaching Albion the ways of the world, and guiding him over his adventures as a “rogue” shifter.