Post by ranoch on May 15, 2012 21:23:54 GMT -5
Name: Ranoch (Ranok)
Gender: Stag
Age: 6 years
Species: Red Deer
Appearance: He is a very large deer. His coat is a dark red brown. His antlers have 7 tines on them. The right antler was formed strangely. He has a scar on his neck that just missed his jugular from a fight. He also has a few light scars around his eyes from different fights. The scars are enough to show that he has fought, but few enough that he doesn't look weak. His eyes are a cold brown color. He is sexy for a deer.
Personality: He is cold as ice and hot as wildfire. His appearance is cool and cold, just like his soul. Mercy for a fallen opponent? Not a chance. Kindness to a doe that is having a hard time fawning? The weak die and the strong live.
The wildfire in him is his rage. It burns hot and long. It destroys everything in its path. Some have said that his eyes turn red when he is angry. Are those just myths? Not all of him is bad, Ranoch has some good traits. He is brave and will not run from a fight. Even if death is certain he will stand steady. If a stag isn't loyal to his herd, what does he have? Nothing. Ranoch fights for his herd, he may not love them, but he will serve and lead them if necessary. Well, maybe not serve. Either you're first or last. There is no middle ground. Any young and hot headed leaders had better watch out. Their maker is coming for them. Yes, he is very power hungry.
Brief History: His father trained him to be a leader and how to be smart. To fight dirty if necessary. No price is ever too great. His mother was cold and cruel and forced him to answer hours of questions on scenarios that may or may not happen. When he turned two his parents kicked him out of the herd to go and take over of start a herd of his own. Before he left he killed them to make sure that he didn't have competition from family. He had been their first born. With blood staining his antlers he left. One tine from his right antler lodged in the chest of his father. It never grew back after that. He met some deer on his travels, but none matched his years of training. He had had no childhood. No playing. No friends. Weakness was beat out of him. His darkness grew at that. Then he saw Heartland. A pure country with so many possibilities. So many opportunities.
Relations: None They are all dead
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Gender: Stag
Age: 6 years
Species: Red Deer
Appearance: He is a very large deer. His coat is a dark red brown. His antlers have 7 tines on them. The right antler was formed strangely. He has a scar on his neck that just missed his jugular from a fight. He also has a few light scars around his eyes from different fights. The scars are enough to show that he has fought, but few enough that he doesn't look weak. His eyes are a cold brown color. He is sexy for a deer.
Personality: He is cold as ice and hot as wildfire. His appearance is cool and cold, just like his soul. Mercy for a fallen opponent? Not a chance. Kindness to a doe that is having a hard time fawning? The weak die and the strong live.
The wildfire in him is his rage. It burns hot and long. It destroys everything in its path. Some have said that his eyes turn red when he is angry. Are those just myths? Not all of him is bad, Ranoch has some good traits. He is brave and will not run from a fight. Even if death is certain he will stand steady. If a stag isn't loyal to his herd, what does he have? Nothing. Ranoch fights for his herd, he may not love them, but he will serve and lead them if necessary. Well, maybe not serve. Either you're first or last. There is no middle ground. Any young and hot headed leaders had better watch out. Their maker is coming for them. Yes, he is very power hungry.
Brief History: His father trained him to be a leader and how to be smart. To fight dirty if necessary. No price is ever too great. His mother was cold and cruel and forced him to answer hours of questions on scenarios that may or may not happen. When he turned two his parents kicked him out of the herd to go and take over of start a herd of his own. Before he left he killed them to make sure that he didn't have competition from family. He had been their first born. With blood staining his antlers he left. One tine from his right antler lodged in the chest of his father. It never grew back after that. He met some deer on his travels, but none matched his years of training. He had had no childhood. No playing. No friends. Weakness was beat out of him. His darkness grew at that. Then he saw Heartland. A pure country with so many possibilities. So many opportunities.
Relations: None They are all dead
Read more: heartlandx.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=firstbreath&action=display&thread=5#ixzz1uziz99MW
