Smithson, In a Land of Myth and a Time of Magic Male Halloween
Mindvoice: Bold #2C0BBD
This holideer can only be described as silly sometimes. He doesn’t know how or why, but he always ends up in ridiculous situations as everything that can go wrong usually does in the most benign and slapstick manner. He’s also clumsy, and even when he’s a full grown adult, it’ll seem like he still doesn’t quite know how to operate all of his limbs effectively. You’d be hard-pressed to find a more loyal companion though. No matter what you need, he tries to accommodate those needs and be there for you, whether you need a steady shoulder to cry on or something to push around a bit while you work through your frustration. He won’t blame you at all, though he’ll be a little depressed about it while he’s in the privacy of his own company or while he thinks you’re not looking. Otherwise, he’ll be perpetually happy and eager to please. He really will do anything for you, though he doesn’t mindlessly follow orders if you push him around. He’ll talk back and call you names when you’re in a bad mood or when you’re sulking around, all in an effort to either make you feel better to distract you from your frustration and redirect it onto him. As he ages, if his Bonded can get past the silliness that will persist no matter how old he is, he’ll find that this buck is actually quite wise. Though hardly a strategist, his thoughts on the situation shouldn’t be taken lightly and are very insightful when they are taken seriously.
Taking the form of a Roe Deer, this buck will be relatively small even when fully grown, at around three and half feet tall at the shoulder with gangly legs and not much muscle. His fur is thick and downy, making him well suited to colder climates. In the warmer season, he loses the downy under layer so he can keep cool and not overheat. His fur is a pure white and his antlers are short at just under six inches long with one or two short prongs at the most. His eyes are a warm gold and tend to glow in low lighting. This buck also seems to have taken a page out of the tzingani’s book, for he’s practically never seen without his trusty wizard’s hat and cloak. The hat is oversized and floppy with special holes that his antlers fit through, and the cloak drapes over his back and goes to around his knees so as not to drag on the ground. The bright blue fabric of both is covered in pale yellow stars and the cloak is clasped around his neck with a silver broach in the shape of a dragon. Relatively useless in a fight, the only thing that might be useful is the deep dragon’s roar that doesn’t fit his small body. It takes a lot out of him though, and he can’t do it again immediately after, so it had better scare away his enemies the first time.
This holideer can only be described as silly sometimes. He doesn’t know how or why, but he always ends up in ridiculous situations as everything that can go wrong usually does in the most benign and slapstick manner. He’s also clumsy, and even when he’s a full grown adult, it’ll seem like he still doesn’t quite know how to operate all of his limbs effectively. You’d be hard-pressed to find a more loyal companion though. No matter what you need, he tries to accommodate those needs and be there for you, whether you need a steady shoulder to cry on or something to push around a bit while you work through your frustration. He won’t blame you at all, though he’ll be a little depressed about it while he’s in the privacy of his own company or while he thinks you’re not looking. Otherwise, he’ll be perpetually happy and eager to please. He really will do anything for you, though he doesn’t mindlessly follow orders if you push him around. He’ll talk back and call you names when you’re in a bad mood or when you’re sulking around, all in an effort to either make you feel better to distract you from your frustration and redirect it onto him. As he ages, if his Bonded can get past the silliness that will persist no matter how old he is, he’ll find that this buck is actually quite wise. Though hardly a strategist, his thoughts on the situation shouldn’t be taken lightly and are very insightful when they are taken seriously.
Taking the form of a Roe Deer, this buck will be relatively small even when fully grown, at around three and half feet tall at the shoulder with gangly legs and not much muscle. His fur is thick and downy, making him well suited to colder climates. In the warmer season, he loses the downy under layer so he can keep cool and not overheat. His fur is a pure white and his antlers are short at just under six inches long with one or two short prongs at the most. His eyes are a warm gold and tend to glow in low lighting. This buck also seems to have taken a page out of the tzingani’s book, for he’s practically never seen without his trusty wizard’s hat and cloak. The hat is oversized and floppy with special holes that his antlers fit through, and the cloak drapes over his back and goes to around his knees so as not to drag on the ground. The bright blue fabric of both is covered in pale yellow stars and the cloak is clasped around his neck with a silver broach in the shape of a dragon. Relatively useless in a fight, the only thing that might be useful is the deep dragon’s roar that doesn’t fit his small body. It takes a lot out of him though, and he can’t do it again immediately after, so it had better scare away his enemies the first time.
Champ, Why Couldn't I Have Been In Vegas When The Infection Hit Male Halloween
Mindvoice: Bold #7c8094
Watch your monies around this guy, as he’s likely to gamble your savings away, or spend it on anything that catches his fancy. It’s not like he needs a dozen gold rings. Or a suit, where is he going to wear that? How is he going to wear that?
At least he’s a good hustler, particularly good with getting the pool cue in his mouth and angling over his hoof. He’s a decent card shark assuming he has a partner to hold the cards up for him. Of course no deer or man with a penchant for cheating out his fellows could come in a pleasant package. He’s a surly and generally grumpy guy if things aren’t going his way. He jumps to conclusions, and jumps straight on top of people as well, using his sharpened and bloody hooves on vital areas when things get bad.
And boy is he jumpy. He talks a lot, sarcastic drawl nearly unmatched, and while he's dealing out the insults he's more than willing to deal out the punches. But just because he's a violent and twitchy guy doesn't mean he's particularly tough. A lot of the damage to his body was inflicted, not born on to him. Good thing he's undead.
He resembles a Nyala antelope, with ridges of long black fur that fluffs up like a cat when he’s annoyed or upset. The flesh in some areas if completely ripped and rotten, exposing the bone and flesh beneath. One of his horns is partly broken at the tip, and a long black strip of fabric is wound around both horns. It eventually comes are partly covers his eyes, though he’s not blind. He doesn’t like others, particularly players, to see his eyes, afraid that they’ll see his thoughts. Sunglasses don’t quite fit the bill after all.
Watch your monies around this guy, as he’s likely to gamble your savings away, or spend it on anything that catches his fancy. It’s not like he needs a dozen gold rings. Or a suit, where is he going to wear that? How is he going to wear that?
At least he’s a good hustler, particularly good with getting the pool cue in his mouth and angling over his hoof. He’s a decent card shark assuming he has a partner to hold the cards up for him. Of course no deer or man with a penchant for cheating out his fellows could come in a pleasant package. He’s a surly and generally grumpy guy if things aren’t going his way. He jumps to conclusions, and jumps straight on top of people as well, using his sharpened and bloody hooves on vital areas when things get bad.
And boy is he jumpy. He talks a lot, sarcastic drawl nearly unmatched, and while he's dealing out the insults he's more than willing to deal out the punches. But just because he's a violent and twitchy guy doesn't mean he's particularly tough. A lot of the damage to his body was inflicted, not born on to him. Good thing he's undead.
He resembles a Nyala antelope, with ridges of long black fur that fluffs up like a cat when he’s annoyed or upset. The flesh in some areas if completely ripped and rotten, exposing the bone and flesh beneath. One of his horns is partly broken at the tip, and a long black strip of fabric is wound around both horns. It eventually comes are partly covers his eyes, though he’s not blind. He doesn’t like others, particularly players, to see his eyes, afraid that they’ll see his thoughts. Sunglasses don’t quite fit the bill after all.