Lord Thrice | Stag | Glenmore Royal

Gender: Stag 

Age:  8 years 

Height: 12hh 

Build: Light - Medium

Phenotype: Silver Dapple Wolf Sooty Partially Restricted Kudu

Genotype: Ee/aa/nZ/nSty^W/fwfw^s/rzku

Eye Colour: Brown

Design Sheet: Wolf Sooty Kudu Black

Herd: Glenmore 

Rank: Lord

Bloodline: 100% Glenmore 

Magic Type: Earth 

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual 

Skill Points

Speed: 6 [Basic Level]
Stamina: 5 [Basic Level]
Strength: 5 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 19 points max)

Magic: 33 [Basic Level]
Herbs: 0 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown

+3 speed - base bonus
+4 stamina - base bonus
+3 strength - base bonus
+3 speed - starter bonus
+1 stamina - starter bonus
+2 strength - starter bonus
+5 magic - starter bonus

+ 20 magic stat boost

+8 magic in RP

Appearance:

Build: He is evenly mixed with a light and medium build, with thick elegantly curved neck to a barreled chest, rounding out to a light buttock, attached of slim beautiful legs , and a whiplash tail.

Rack:  His rack has literally grown to be a battering ram as much as it acts as a sort of helm or shield, strange as his line has proven to showcase pronged antlers. Still acquiring the dangerous spikes, he has 2 directly on the front of the cranium like a rhinoceros beetle and it stretches back into a crest similar to a ceratopsid. 


Hair:

Coat:

Scars: None


Personality:
- Shit gets done when you do it yourself attitude-

Subtle: Thrice is rather quiet and keeps his speeches careful, if not minimal. Where his tones could become hard to pick up on.

Vicious: Someone bless his tongue before he looses it. His thoughts are as wicked as the slip of his words.

Lithe:

Ambient: He may sometimes wait on a situation before he acts, wandering in the background eaves dropping on the other fawnlings.

Inexpressive: Acts monochromatic

Estranged: Often his mind wanders and has somehow gained a lasting effect each time. Leaving him a little lost in the world he is suppose to know, this has made him unpredictable under circumstances, as he could like something one moment and completely hate it the next, or vice versa and often undecided.

Territorial: Stay the hell out of his den unless your worth an invite, he seems to have some things to hide?

Laid back: A bad trait that can amplify his thought process, 

Shovenistic:  Little snarky sometimes as much as he enjoys messing around with others. Ladies, com'in get it~



Family:

Betrothed: Ceren / young doe / glenmore / Princess

Sire: Count Raven | Glenmore | Count | Stag

Dam: Lady Chi of the Pale Trees (NPC)

Siblings: -go look at raven's kids lol-
Lord Liam out of Lady Cecily (NPC) -Dead-
Lady Olivia out of Lady Annora (NPC)
Lady Sophia out of Lady Linnara (NPC)
Hoofmaiden Bijou | Doe | Glenmore Commoner out of Melanor 

Grandparents:
Lord Athalion (Raven)
Lady Lianaa (Raven)
Lord Ol'magar (If not Lady Chi, WHERE?!?!?!)

Extra NPCs:
Refer here for Info: Fawnling NPCS
Lady Suera
- Her Fawns, Lord Caliph, Lady Sasha and Lord Antonio
Lady Periwinkle
Lady Foofie
Benjin and Catarina
Juno

Job description:
More like a hobby, commonly sets up glade parties or events / shows. Song groups (coughGMrockstarvigilanteLOLcough)

History:
He was born in the society of royals, his mother Lady Chi and Count Raven, the best of traditionalists. Here Thrice was tasked with his lessons at an early age, play became minimal with his parents, as well as his siblings or other foals of the glade. While his mother seemed to show a basic interest of him but more to gain the attention often of the sire, Raven, who while he did not show the utmost of care, constantly was around to keep an eye on his offspring... At least proud this foal was a dark stag. But Lady Chi personally preferred daughters.
From then on of his birth, he was taken care of my his mother's maid, Suera a older light brown doe, whom treated the boy as one of her own children, from which she had 2 sons and 1 daughter. 


But the group had royal blood. With his parents, Thrice's training could not specificslly follow them, here he learned how to entertain himself with his small discoveries and loop holes, eventually sharing his first and together they turned it into a kind of game and making a language only the 4 could understand.  Boredom had its benefits.

Then at the age of 4? 5? , Thrice chose to shave the beautiful silver hair of his tail, always for every season except winter, to many especially to his mother's bewilderment. How she tried to rage after him, knowing he has done to spite the beauty she birthed, she could not deny her son for her reputation alone would surely be damaged thereafter. 
 
At his coming of age to be entitled the freedom of a proper lord, the first of his glades were constructed fresh from the ground and over time did he slowly have the labors of his plans start to fully take fruition.

In the same year he had met Lady Periwinkle, a young royal blood by one year below him.
Lady Foofie, one of Lady Ia'rish's court, both does were a little wild and most stags disapproved of their unlawful nature, for Lady Foo, she had no suitors freely joining Thrice as part of his to-be harem, however Lady Ia'rish had another stag after her and Thrice was unable to at the time claim the hind.
Ia'rishs sire pleaded to Thrice, the next season of rut,  did he challenge her lord to a duel, winning the cream Lady thereafter, by her own sire's wish.

-unorganized WIP-




just make apperance (no point, just for record, same for Bijou)
Autumn, Year 766 Let me see !

Spring 767:
+2 magic- collab art -  Blessed!

winter 767:
+2 magic- collab art - For when is the birth?

winter 767:
+2 magic- collab art Fair Trade

768:
+2 magic - collab art To Catch A Wiggly Poutcess

Credits: Thanks to halloweendonkey for the royal bacon and finally able to post him >w<
- eyes don't actually glow