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Description
Welp since Blackwood is now the only closed herd, and I do adore this darling, I figured it was best to change my plans and start on something different for this lady c:

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Basic Information
Name: Vesorianna
Nickname: Vesoria
Gender: Female/Fawn
Year of Birth: 759 of the New Age - New Born (Birth Date: June 1st)
Height: 4 hands to adult size 9 hands
Build: Light
Phenotype: Sooty Blood Bay
Genotype:  Ee/Aa/StySty/Pipi
Eye Colour: Brown
Design Sheet: #7 fav.me/d7g0gis

Complete Bloodline
Sire: Kyonin (NPC Stag)
Dam: Lorrimor (NPC Doe)

Bloodline: Pure Windborne
Magic Type: Air

Skill Points
Speed: 7 [No Level]
Stamina: 3 [No Level]
Strength: 0 [No Level] (Build Cap: 5 points max)

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

Experience: 0

Breakdown
+7 speed - base bonus
+3 stamina - base bonus

Herd Information
Herd: Windborne Point Splinter
Herd Position: Herd Member

Details

Personality
{Mature, Ruthless, Determined, Liar, Argumentative, Power Hungry}

Mature: For being so young Vesoria knows how to handle herself like an adult. Her mind is always thinking a head of the game. She has known to survive in this herd and it's be like a sheep amongst them. Follow their ideals and be one of them. Never let them know you aren't like them at all. Though unlike other fawnlings, Vesoria prefers to talk to adults then fiddle fart with the young ones. At times you can see her romping around with the others, because all work and no play makes for one dull day.

Ruthless: Vesoria, despite her young age is known for being ruthless, with words or fights, She isn't afraid to give it to a doe straight. She is not afraid to hurt others physically or mentally, all is fair in the world of war. Vesoria believes this kind of behavior towards others will harden them up. Make them not so feeble to the ways of the stags.

Determined: Like all Does in the Point Splinter, they are determined to have a Queen rule along side the stag and all are willing to do whatever it takes to see that happens. Vesoria like all, is willing to do what it takes to have their dreams come true. Breaking the rules and disobeying the laws is small when it comes to the goals of this fawn.

Liar: At a young age Vesoria has learned to lie, if something bad happened blame someone else. Or build one up, simply lie to make herself look better. Vesoria is slick with words and once getting older i maybe he hard for her to tell her lies from the truth.

Argumentative: Vesoria can be mouthy, stubborn and at times she just likes to fight for the sake of fighting. Vesoria enjoys to push buttons with others, to find weakness and at times one can only find it through arguing. Vesoria is a bit of what most would call the bad apple in the herd.

Power Hungry: Vesoria like any doe in this herd, wants what all wants. Power. The idea that one's words could control the total outcome of the herd, though Vesoria is power hungry for the queens position, to lead the herd and reunite them all, only to take it over the entire herd. A bitter sweet dream for her, but Vesoria is willing to do whatever it takes to have this happen, or die trying.

History
" I was born in the New Age of 759. A great year if I must add. I was born into a small family in the Point Splinter herd. My mother was not like the others, she wasn't power hungry like the rest. She was abused by a stag, not only that but much more, but we shall get into that a bit later. My Mother, Lorrimor, was adopted into this herd. Taken away from the effects of stags, and how their might could cause so much... Chaos. Lorrimor was young when she was adopted into the herd, barely old enough to breed, and yet a stag named Kyonin had taken all that was worth from her, and thus was the beginning of my true life. A fawnling born from the seed of evil. Lorrimor is the greatest mother I could ask for. She was given a second chance, and thus gave me a second chance as well. As you see, my mother had fallen into a bit of a madness after Kyonin. She was left wandering the plains of the windborne. All she could think of was the monster that dwelled within her, Me. She contemplated murder, not only of me, but herself. She was looking to end herself, but instead found life. Life in the Point Splinter herd. Lorrimor was welcomed, and was told of their ways, saying "If a Queen followed along side the King things like this would never have happened". Something so ill as this would not go unlooked. They told her I was the gift of life and how my birth could save my mother from her troubled mind. How it wasn't my fault I was nestled deep within her womb. Lorrimor joined their ranks, with new hope.

Soon I was born into the herd, I looked like a near exact clone of my mother, no trace of the ill stag lingered on me. After praise, my mother would tell me "Thank goodness you look nothing like him." I am left to wonder if I had looked like him, would she have killed me the second she saw me? Just reject me, and move along as if I was the scum of the plains? Thoughts of that have always troubled me so. Though as soon as I was born my mother wept with joy as she told me how sorry she was, that ever she thought of ending me. Soon I was up and moving and learning the ways of this herd. They spoke of claiming power and getting a doe to stand rightfully next to the king stag. I had to wonder about their tradtions and views. I liked the idea of it being fair, yet as time passed and I grew into a young child. My ideas had changed. The kind of the Windborne has had his time, had a good long time. I thought to myself... Things would have to change, the age of stags was over here in the Windborne, a new age was going to happen, I knew it, or so I hoped I did, The age of Does would happen soon."

The Story

Mother was in a fit once more, her dream had lead her back to that night. A night where everything she valued was stolen from her. It was night when Vesoria awoken to the gentle sobs of her mother. It broke her heart, and made her crave a new age all the more. Vesoria, a bit shaky at first, got up on all fours and moved towards her mother. Giving her a comforting lick on Lorrimor's ears "Oh sweetness, did I wake you?". Vesoria saw the pain in her mothers eyes as she tried her best to be brave, and strong in front of her child, but still her mother was weak. Vesoria shook her head, "No I had a bad dream." she lied. Not wanting to make her mother look weak again, instead giving her mother the chance to be strong. Lorrimor had taken the bait. "Oh sweetness, come here." She urged her little one to come close to her. Vesoria obeyed, like any solider would, and soon nestled up next to her mother and sighed a bit. At least her mother had stopped crying, she looked a bit happier now.

Vesoria looked to the dark skies above and saw the twinkling stars. Up there were all the dreams every fawnling had. Where all who wished upon a star, and prayed to their gods. Up there was the power she wanted. "Beautiful, isn't my sweetness?" Lorrimor's words seemed to snap Vesoria back into reality and she nodded her head with fake enthusiasm. A fake yawn escaped Vesoria's lips, and thus in turn made her mother yawn as well. "Let's try and get some sleep." Lorrimor spoke, ever so softly to her darling babe, before giving her a swift lick on the face and resting her head back on the ground. Within moments Lorrimor was fast asleep, leaving Vesoria alone with her thoughts.

Vesoria looked to her sleeping mother, with wonder. How could such a stag leaver her mother like this? So weak and wounded, the stag took a great doe and made her back into a fawn. The mere thought angered Vesoria all the more. How dare stags claim, and take, anything they see. The Storm King had given this land to them, and yet the stags had laid claim to all, and made this place a place of war and battle. The age of
stags was done and over with in Vesoria's mind. They had their chance and they had ruined it all, let a great herd split into three. No more chances for the great king, a great king who let evil sew its seed within these lands. Vesoria was ready for the new age, a new age of Queens. Her eyes narrowed all the more, as not only did Vesoria dream of becoming a Queen. To rule this lands stagless, but she dreamt of so much more. A cruel grin seeped onto her lips as she soon laid her head, to sleep and dream of a land she would take with blood and storm.

Extra Info

Likes: Submissive stags, storms and lightning, chaos and power
Dislikes: Weak does, Obnoxious stags, love or the idea of it, hot summer days.

Vesoria constantly shoves her mane over the top of her head trying her best to fit in with does in the herd. This will be something she will grow out of c:

Relationships
= Family
= Dead
= Uncertainty/Neutral
= Acquaintance  Friend
= Good friend  Best friend
= Trust
= Crush/Attraction
= Mate
= Lust
= Discomfort  Despise

Roleplay Example

Despite the cool spring weather, this time of day. The cold still seemed to send a shiver up Javelin's spine. It made her fur ruffle, and swell, adding to her evil facade. Taking brisk steps, on a mission to find a low brow shop; a wanna be gypsy shop. There was rumor they sold potions to awaken the dragon within you, were able to give One a look into the future. Of course, Javelin thought it all to be rubbish, the mere idea of such things even existing sounded all to far fetched for this fox. The night was still young. As she approached, Javelin noticed the faint outline of the shop. The interior was still well lit, and candles adorned the windows, a tasteless decoration. Stopping in her tracks, Javelin took the her hooded cloak and pushed it up onto her head, hiding her face from view. Though of course Javelin was smart, and knew not to wear her normal attire, her bright orange hair always seemed to ruin her disguise.

-Taken from a roleplay in The-Sacred-Star

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Fawnlings
Fawnlings (c) Ehetere

Description
Welp since Blackwood is now the only closed herd, and I do adore this darling, I figured it was best to change my plans and start on something different for this lady c:

____________________________________

Basic Information
Name: Vesorianna
Nickname: Vesoria
Gender: Female/Fawn
Year of Birth: 759 of the New Age - New Born (Birth Date: June 1st)
Height: 4 hands to adult size 9 hands
Build: Light
Phenotype: Sooty Blood Bay
Genotype:  Ee/Aa/StySty/Pipi
Eye Colour: Brown
Design Sheet: #7 fav.me/d7g0gis

Complete Bloodline
Sire: Kyonin (NPC Stag)
Dam: Lorrimor (NPC Doe)

Bloodline: Pure Windborne
Magic Type: Air

Skill Points
Speed: 7 [No Level]
Stamina: 3 [No Level]
Strength: 0 [No Level] (Build Cap: 5 points max)

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

Experience: 0

Breakdown
+7 speed - base bonus
+3 stamina - base bonus

Herd Information
Herd: Windborne Point Splinter
Herd Position: Herd Member

Details

Personality
{Mature, Ruthless, Determined, Liar, Argumentative, Power Hungry}

Mature: For being so young Vesoria knows how to handle herself like an adult. Her mind is always thinking a head of the game. She has known to survive in this herd and it's be like a sheep amongst them. Follow their ideals and be one of them. Never let them know you aren't like them at all. Though unlike other fawnlings, Vesoria prefers to talk to adults then fiddle fart with the young ones. At times you can see her romping around with the others, because all work and no play makes for one dull day.

Ruthless: Vesoria, despite her young age is known for being ruthless, with words or fights, She isn't afraid to give it to a doe straight. She is not afraid to hurt others physically or mentally, all is fair in the world of war. Vesoria believes this kind of behavior towards others will harden them up. Make them not so feeble to the ways of the stags.

Determined: Like all Does in the Point Splinter, they are determined to have a Queen rule along side the stag and all are willing to do whatever it takes to see that happens. Vesoria like all, is willing to do what it takes to have their dreams come true. Breaking the rules and disobeying the laws is small when it comes to the goals of this fawn.

Liar: At a young age Vesoria has learned to lie, if something bad happened blame someone else. Or build one up, simply lie to make herself look better. Vesoria is slick with words and once getting older i maybe he hard for her to tell her lies from the truth.

Argumentative: Vesoria can be mouthy, stubborn and at times she just likes to fight for the sake of fighting. Vesoria enjoys to push buttons with others, to find weakness and at times one can only find it through arguing. Vesoria is a bit of what most would call the bad apple in the herd.

Power Hungry: Vesoria like any doe in this herd, wants what all wants. Power. The idea that one's words could control the total outcome of the herd, though Vesoria is power hungry for the queens position, to lead the herd and reunite them all, only to take it over the entire herd. A bitter sweet dream for her, but Vesoria is willing to do whatever it takes to have this happen, or die trying.

History
" I was born in the New Age of 759. A great year if I must add. I was born into a small family in the Point Splinter herd. My mother was not like the others, she wasn't power hungry like the rest. She was abused by a stag, not only that but much more, but we shall get into that a bit later. My Mother, Lorrimor, was adopted into this herd. Taken away from the effects of stags, and how their might could cause so much... Chaos. Lorrimor was young when she was adopted into the herd, barely old enough to breed, and yet a stag named Kyonin had taken all that was worth from her, and thus was the beginning of my true life. A fawnling born from the seed of evil. Lorrimor is the greatest mother I could ask for. She was given a second chance, and thus gave me a second chance as well. As you see, my mother had fallen into a bit of a madness after Kyonin. She was left wandering the plains of the windborne. All she could think of was the monster that dwelled within her, Me. She contemplated murder, not only of me, but herself. She was looking to end herself, but instead found life. Life in the Point Splinter herd. Lorrimor was welcomed, and was told of their ways, saying "If a Queen followed along side the King things like this would never have happened". Something so ill as this would not go unlooked. They told her I was the gift of life and how my birth could save my mother from her troubled mind. How it wasn't my fault I was nestled deep within her womb. Lorrimor joined their ranks, with new hope.

Soon I was born into the herd, I looked like a near exact clone of my mother, no trace of the ill stag lingered on me. After praise, my mother would tell me "Thank goodness you look nothing like him." I am left to wonder if I had looked like him, would she have killed me the second she saw me? Just reject me, and move along as if I was the scum of the plains? Thoughts of that have always troubled me so. Though as soon as I was born my mother wept with joy as she told me how sorry she was, that ever she thought of ending me. Soon I was up and moving and learning the ways of this herd. They spoke of claiming power and getting a doe to stand rightfully next to the king stag. I had to wonder about their tradtions and views. I liked the idea of it being fair, yet as time passed and I grew into a young child. My ideas had changed. The kind of the Windborne has had his time, had a good long time. I thought to myself... Things would have to change, the age of stags was over here in the Windborne, a new age was going to happen, I knew it, or so I hoped I did, The age of Does would happen soon."

The Story

Mother was in a fit once more, her dream had lead her back to that night. A night where everything she valued was stolen from her. It was night when Vesoria awoken to the gentle sobs of her mother. It broke her heart, and made her crave a new age all the more. Vesoria, a bit shaky at first, got up on all fours and moved towards her mother. Giving her a comforting lick on Lorrimor's ears "Oh sweetness, did I wake you?". Vesoria saw the pain in her mothers eyes as she tried her best to be brave, and strong in front of her child, but still her mother was weak. Vesoria shook her head, "No I had a bad dream." she lied. Not wanting to make her mother look weak again, instead giving her mother the chance to be strong. Lorrimor had taken the bait. "Oh sweetness, come here." She urged her little one to come close to her. Vesoria obeyed, like any solider would, and soon nestled up next to her mother and sighed a bit. At least her mother had stopped crying, she looked a bit happier now.

Vesoria looked to the dark skies above and saw the twinkling stars. Up there were all the dreams every fawnling had. Where all who wished upon a star, and prayed to their gods. Up there was the power she wanted. "Beautiful, isn't my sweetness?" Lorrimor's words seemed to snap Vesoria back into reality and she nodded her head with fake enthusiasm. A fake yawn escaped Vesoria's lips, and thus in turn made her mother yawn as well. "Let's try and get some sleep." Lorrimor spoke, ever so softly to her darling babe, before giving her a swift lick on the face and resting her head back on the ground. Within moments Lorrimor was fast asleep, leaving Vesoria alone with her thoughts.

Vesoria looked to her sleeping mother, with wonder. How could such a stag leaver her mother like this? So weak and wounded, the stag took a great doe and made her back into a fawn. The mere thought angered Vesoria all the more. How dare stags claim, and take, anything they see. The Storm King had given this land to them, and yet the stags had laid claim to all, and made this place a place of war and battle. The age of
stags was done and over with in Vesoria's mind. They had their chance and they had ruined it all, let a great herd split into three. No more chances for the great king, a great king who let evil sew its seed within these lands. Vesoria was ready for the new age, a new age of Queens. Her eyes narrowed all the more, as not only did Vesoria dream of becoming a Queen. To rule this lands stagless, but she dreamt of so much more. A cruel grin seeped onto her lips as she soon laid her head, to sleep and dream of a land she would take with blood and storm.

Extra Info

Likes: Submissive stags, storms and lightning, chaos and power
Dislikes: Weak does, Obnoxious stags, love or the idea of it, hot summer days.

Vesoria constantly shoves her mane over the top of her head trying her best to fit in with does in the herd. This will be something she will grow out of c:

Relationships
= Family
= Dead
= Uncertainty/Neutral
= Acquaintance  Friend
= Good friend  Best friend
= Trust
= Crush/Attraction
= Mate
= Lust
= Discomfort  Despise

Roleplay Example

Despite the cool spring weather, this time of day. The cold still seemed to send a shiver up Javelin's spine. It made her fur ruffle, and swell, adding to her evil facade. Taking brisk steps, on a mission to find a low brow shop; a wanna be gypsy shop. There was rumor they sold potions to awaken the dragon within you, were able to give One a look into the future. Of course, Javelin thought it all to be rubbish, the mere idea of such things even existing sounded all to far fetched for this fox. The night was still young. As she approached, Javelin noticed the faint outline of the shop. The interior was still well lit, and candles adorned the windows, a tasteless decoration. Stopping in her tracks, Javelin took the her hooded cloak and pushed it up onto her head, hiding her face from view. Though of course Javelin was smart, and knew not to wear her normal attire, her bright orange hair always seemed to ruin her disguise.

-Taken from a roleplay in The-Sacred-Star

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Fawnlings
Fawnlings (c) Ehetere