OOC Name: Lashes
Desired Character: Emmon Stag, King of the Mountain
Character's Name: Siberna Ty Emmon
Character's Personality:
Summer Borne; at six months he was sent to spend the season winter mountain depths alone. Returned in Rut and battled for title of the herd, and to earn the respect of the lead doe. Successful in his endevours, the lead doe permitted his rise to the mantle of King with gust and pride. Nourishing fawns and does to embrace their complete greatness, through the heavy handed touch of a stern mentor. No fallacy escapes him. No slight goes over his antlers. He is aware of all efforts endured by his herd.
He broods, an observant man, a beast of purpose and communal burdens. He does not disengage unless it is strategic to do so. A gifted tactician has provided his success through three Ruts, storms, and imposing herds competeting for space and resources. All fawns and does endure matches to practice skills of combat. They endure weekly rituals lasting through the night, studying the stars and communing with Eidolon, seeking to earn favor in any future visitations to the shrine.
He both fears and respects the Rut, for the take over of his mind is a powerful toxin that one must learn not to fight. Through his years, Sibe has developed a method of peaceful submission, and in this has found the madness bearable, and likewise manageable. He aims to discover a way to completely control the power and fury of his Rut and channel it into magicks or battle. These desires are ones he intends to carry to the Shrine, and seek favor with the Deity himself. All he expects of the herd is what he expects of himself; his failure is to shame their belief in him. This emblazened sense of duty is the keystone of his foundation. What permits him to stand over the conquored on the ridge of a blood-red dawn.
Passion cannot be hidden from his emerald eyes. Emotions displayed, even as they are restrained from action, upon the handsome contours of his face. A doting father, a consuming lover, a valient fighter, the evidence of his mettle, his heart and soul, is consistently displayed as banner in his actions. Respect of him is borne by his action.
Role-play Sample:
Withers quivered. Flies buzzed and repositioned themselves on his tail. Nostrils flared, emerald eyes narrowing as morning mist continued to roll down the valley. The sun peaked over the ridge. Pink violet skies promised a bright, beautiful day. Ears lifted, brushing ivy hanging from his antlers. Gaze caught motion. Siberna heaved a quiet sigh, mild annoyance tinging his warm breath.
The fawns attempted to go unnoticed, following the grey mist into the valley forest. He observed their descent with a disapproving frown, and considered his options. They were, after all, fawns. Restless, wild, in need of adventure, of pressing their limits against the obvious safety of their home. As if Sibe didn't remind them of the coming struggles enough. As if he did not require their boxing, their schooling of logics, of herbology, of heavenly predictions and the practical applications. He grit his teeth and sighed.
They would not see the importance of these matters until after maturity. For now, imagination ruled their play, and down the mountain they ran, careless of who followed.
He did. A shadow guarding their bounding leaps across creeks from the sights of enemies. He decided against chastising them for their disregard of boundaries, and instead allowed himself the momentary joy of observing their play in solitude. Only when the sun rose over the trees did they realize their mistake, hours passing since they left the sleeping safety of their mother's sides. Siberna trailed as they sprinted up mountain sides, ducking behind trees and stones as if they were undetected thus far. Siberna smirked. Returned to his original vantage point with certain steps. Assured in their safety, he turned westward and begun his daily patrol.
Desired Character: Emmon Stag, King of the Mountain
Character's Name: Siberna Ty Emmon
Character's Personality:
Summer Borne; at six months he was sent to spend the season winter mountain depths alone. Returned in Rut and battled for title of the herd, and to earn the respect of the lead doe. Successful in his endevours, the lead doe permitted his rise to the mantle of King with gust and pride. Nourishing fawns and does to embrace their complete greatness, through the heavy handed touch of a stern mentor. No fallacy escapes him. No slight goes over his antlers. He is aware of all efforts endured by his herd.
He broods, an observant man, a beast of purpose and communal burdens. He does not disengage unless it is strategic to do so. A gifted tactician has provided his success through three Ruts, storms, and imposing herds competeting for space and resources. All fawns and does endure matches to practice skills of combat. They endure weekly rituals lasting through the night, studying the stars and communing with Eidolon, seeking to earn favor in any future visitations to the shrine.
He both fears and respects the Rut, for the take over of his mind is a powerful toxin that one must learn not to fight. Through his years, Sibe has developed a method of peaceful submission, and in this has found the madness bearable, and likewise manageable. He aims to discover a way to completely control the power and fury of his Rut and channel it into magicks or battle. These desires are ones he intends to carry to the Shrine, and seek favor with the Deity himself. All he expects of the herd is what he expects of himself; his failure is to shame their belief in him. This emblazened sense of duty is the keystone of his foundation. What permits him to stand over the conquored on the ridge of a blood-red dawn.
Passion cannot be hidden from his emerald eyes. Emotions displayed, even as they are restrained from action, upon the handsome contours of his face. A doting father, a consuming lover, a valient fighter, the evidence of his mettle, his heart and soul, is consistently displayed as banner in his actions. Respect of him is borne by his action.
Role-play Sample:
Withers quivered. Flies buzzed and repositioned themselves on his tail. Nostrils flared, emerald eyes narrowing as morning mist continued to roll down the valley. The sun peaked over the ridge. Pink violet skies promised a bright, beautiful day. Ears lifted, brushing ivy hanging from his antlers. Gaze caught motion. Siberna heaved a quiet sigh, mild annoyance tinging his warm breath.
The fawns attempted to go unnoticed, following the grey mist into the valley forest. He observed their descent with a disapproving frown, and considered his options. They were, after all, fawns. Restless, wild, in need of adventure, of pressing their limits against the obvious safety of their home. As if Sibe didn't remind them of the coming struggles enough. As if he did not require their boxing, their schooling of logics, of herbology, of heavenly predictions and the practical applications. He grit his teeth and sighed.
They would not see the importance of these matters until after maturity. For now, imagination ruled their play, and down the mountain they ran, careless of who followed.
He did. A shadow guarding their bounding leaps across creeks from the sights of enemies. He decided against chastising them for their disregard of boundaries, and instead allowed himself the momentary joy of observing their play in solitude. Only when the sun rose over the trees did they realize their mistake, hours passing since they left the sleeping safety of their mother's sides. Siberna trailed as they sprinted up mountain sides, ducking behind trees and stones as if they were undetected thus far. Siberna smirked. Returned to his original vantage point with certain steps. Assured in their safety, he turned westward and begun his daily patrol.