Just so everyone's aware, I swear he's the most fawnling-ish fawnling I've ever drawn. Also- warning
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: Phobos the Deadly Nickname
: Phob Name Meaning
: Fear - the Greek Mythological child of Ares and Aphrodite and the embodiment of fearGender
: 13Year of Birth
: 752 of the New AgeHeight
: Medium-lightPhenotype: Bay Genotype: EE/Aa/FwfwEye Color: BrownDesign Sheet
: HereVoice Actor
: Al PacinoCurrent Plot Arch:
Unearthing Death Past Plot Arch's: --Defects / General issues that hinder certain things:
- Extremely questionable fertility: Phobos will only throw three fawns through his lifetime no matter how many does he takes Due to Inbreeding in family history.
- Bad ankles: After an accident shortly after he turned 8, certain bones in his right front ankle healed wrong thus causing pain when he runs. Speed capped at medium.
- He genuinely hates his parents.
- He's gotten the best possible combo he could have gotten, considering the inbreeding has hyper-inflated the chance of illnesses such as cancer, multiple limbs, deafness, and respiratory problems.
- He's got a nice bass singing voice- slightly gravelly but mostly rich and powerful.
- He gets misgendered by stags during Rut a lot as they like to come at him from a distance and shout out compliments (mostly slurs on his dark coat) despite the fact they are almost an entire glade away. It's purely coincidental, considering with his rack it's hard to mistake him at all the closer one gets, but its a fairly common occurrence that at least once a full moon he gets thrown doe-specific compliments/slurs from a distance.
- He has a slight hip-problem, thus when he walks and stands his legs are a bit more spread out than they should be. It's not a bad enough case to hinder his ability to run, but it is rather hilarious to watch his partial waddle-run.
Rough on the eyes, smooth to the touch. It's duller than it should be for a stag of Glenmore. Shorter than it should be in most places- which is poor for winter weather.
Dark and dreary, they’re hard to describe. Most days they look black for how dark they seem. There is hardly any life within them, sans for the perpetual fires of rage.
He's petite in build and features, giving a dull thrum of life to gentle curves and a thin almost swan-like neck. Even his shoulders are smaller and daintier than a stag's should be. His head is the only thing with what he perceives as stag-like qualities, with a short nose and a sharply defined drop between his eyes and the bridge of his nose.
On the longer side of things, it's dull and almost dead-looking. To the touch, much like his coat, it's silky smooth and flows like water. His mane is kept up out of the way in a loose, looping braid tied off with a small leather cord. His tail is mostly left alone and the almost 'peach fuzz' like beard he has only has the ability to make one small braid which is as well tied off with a small leather cord.
Trinkets:Separate Place for detailed trinket list and how he acquired them
: Trinket Details for Phobos
In his youth he didn't have many possessions or trinkets- only a family heirloom which is a single fox-leather pouch hung on a vine/hair mixture kept together with dried sap that contains four pieces of bark from the trees of his home- the heirloom has been passed down from the head of the family to the next head since Excalibur the First was alive and created the glade. It’s to keep the family traditions close at heart as well as mark the Heir of the family Lord. That was all he needed in his youth, but since having been disowned by his father, he's given the horrid reminder back.
Living around the Oldegrove and having been in frequent contact with merchants from all over, he's certainly got an array of trinkets. He's got leather from a Blackwood Icebear wrapped around the top of his tail which is usually decorated with other trinkets. Most tend to be trinkets from Oakfern but there is a trinket from Silverthorne that he's managed to snag. He also has a set of wolf-skin bags which he uses to carry herbs or carry out errands. Also from time to time he will take some of the trinkets, likely seashells, and string them up using some vines between the two prongs of his rack- though he usually only does this if he needs to be 'fancy'. Lastly he has a little knife he's made from part of one of his previously dropped racks- it's wrapped in leather and hangs on a leather cord around his neck.
Lord Excalibur l
| Lord Nirut x Lady Chesulloth x Commoner Stag
Lord Rion l | |
| | |
Lord Rion ll x Lady Mahath | |
| Lord Amittai x Commoner Fethawit
Lord Excalibur ll _______________________|______
| | Cousins |
Lord Anir x Lady Deirdre | |
| _________|______ Duke Heth x Lady Doe
| | | |
Lord Excalibur lll x Lady Cotys Lord Pollux x Lady Themis
Lord Ulixes ----------- x ------ Lady Manea
: Lord Ulixes [NPC - Deceased][Born Y739] Name meaning
: Full of WrathDam
: Lady Manea [NPC- Living][Born Y740] Name Meaning
: Greek goddess of insanity Bloodline
: 100% Inbred Glenmore (Unwittingly and unknowingly so)Family Glade Information
: Glade of Lord Excalibur the First
- Glade is dark and rather frightening- even the grass is dark. Four large oak trees ground each corner of the glade and between them the dens.
- Light seems to have a hard time reaching the ground for the thick canopy overhead.
- There is a single entrance to the glade- a large archway poised with vines that are littered with snow lilies kept fresh and alive by Lady Manea.
- Edges of the glade are covered with Mistletoe and Elderberry bushes and Deadly Nightshade isn’t an uncommon find in the glade.
Personal Glade Information
: Den of Phobos, part of the Glade of Lord Pietro
- Glade is dark, even during winter, but during the peak of summer there is an abundance of light. Only one den.
- Glade is very small and also centered in a thorn-bush thicket which is surrounded by a bushel of evergreens.
- Single entrance to glade, medium-sized archway made so by the thorn-bush. Archway is thin, making it uncomfortable to push through.
- Phobos keeps a stock of herbal plants off to the side as well as in his den.
To explain how this works:
Lady Chesulloth had a very usual and normal life as a Lady. Nothing too out of the extraordinary tended to happen to her. She was promised away by her father to Lord Nirut when she was born- giving her family more political sway. She grew up good on delightful terms with her Lord (who was only three years her elder) and was quite content to be his harem doe. When she was six she gave birth to their first child- Lord Amittai. Life was well for a good two years following it before something ill happened. A commoner stag challenged Lord Nirut over Lady Chesulloth and the fight proved the commoner victorious. Lord Nirut was stag of honor and let her go as she had been 'fairly won' but promised his beloved friend and faithful doe that he would prove himself worthy of her next rut and win her back.
Chesulloth went with the commoner as she was supposed to, her beloved son thankfully remaining with Lord Nirut, and while the commoner treated her fairly well Chesulloth still fell into a harsh depression. The commoner vowed to tend his best after her but after realizing he was only making it worse he promised Chesulloth that once the fawn was born she would be allowed to return of her own free will to her lord. He would find a wetnurse for the fawn they produced. Yet fate, as it seems, wasn't alright with it working out like such. The spring came and Chesulloth gave birth to Fethawit before falling ill with Milk Fever. The commoner was ridden with guilt and blamed himself thus after he saw Fethawit safely in the care of a wetnurse he vanished. No one ever saw him again.
Growing up Fethawit never knew of her mother's true name. The Wetnurse had never been told out of the sole fact that it may change her opinion of the babe she raised alongside her own little ones. Time passed before Fethawit unwittingly fell in love with a handsome stag by the name of Lord Amittai. He was as handsome a stag as Glenmore could have produced without being the son of Oganach himself- or at least he was in Fethawit's eyes and she frequently told everyone her opinion. Lord Amittai let her into his harem as she was a beautiful commoner and she wasn't treated poorly, though she wasn't treated as proudly as the ladies of his harem were treated. In her life she gave him two beautiful and rightfully colored children- Duke Heth and Lady Deirdre- and she happily died with a relatively uneventful life that most does dreamed of having.
Duke Heth and Lady Deirdre grew up two completely different fawns. Duke Heth was always striving to prove to his sire that he was as worthy of his affection as his lord-born half-brothers. He was relatively content in life despite his rather strained relationship with his father and was mostly a calm and laid back stag. Lady Deirdre on the other hand was something else all together. Glenmore couldn't have found a more traditional mind than Lady Deirdre and she followed it with the same enthusiasm and iron-kick as a stag did. She hated the fact she had commoner blood and despised the fact her mother's common blood tainted her blue-blood. She was obsessive and crazed over ensuring that her offspring were the best and more than once she had gotten into a screaming match in her youth with her brother who, in her eyes, was far too unconcerned about his blood purity.
Needless to say Duke Heth and Lady Deirdre were not
on good terms. They parted ways at the earliest of opportunities and seldom spoke unless they absolutely had
to. It wasn't beyond belief that their offspring grew up without knowledge of that particular side of the family. Lady Deirdre found a home and a kindred soul in Lord Anir and together they had only one child- Lord Excalibur the third who grew up to his mother's liking and more which basically meant he was her three times worse when it came to obsessing over perfection. Duke Heth produced many fine children though only one was noteworthy- Lady Themis who, much to her father's dread, was just as dead-set on perfection as her aunt was. Duke Heth tried his best to steer her towards a calmer path and mostly managed it.
Lady Themis was promised off to Lord Pollux- a good standing Lord who unwittingly was the silent version of Lady Deirdre. They produced one child- Lady Manea- who was the apple of her parent's eye and grew up with their joint taste for purity and vengeance. However thanks to her grandsire's input she was a lot calmer about it and could have her sweet moments. Lord Excalibur the third a mate in Lady Cotys- the cousin of Lord Pollux and a relatively unnoteworthy doe apart from the trademark personality that made her fit quite well in the family. As fate would have it neither Pollux or Cotys realized their children were mates until the families came together to celebrate the birth of the first-born son and first-grandchild Phobos. It was through a silent glance and a vow that their children's relation would be a secret and the secret was kept until their graves.
: 3 [Basic Level] (Capped at medium)Stamina
: 4 [Basic Level]Strength
: 3 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 19 points max)Magic
: 17 [Medium Level]Magic Type
: Earth- Primarily plant growthHerbs
: 0 [Basic Level]Experience
+2 speed - base bonus
+4 stamina - base bonus
+4 strength - base bonus
+11 magic - starter bonus
+2 magic - 1000-1999 words (Inquiring for Gifts
+3 magic - 2000+ words (Pass An Apple
+1 magic - 400-999 words (Rose Hedge Maze
+2 magic - 400-99 words + art (Soft Magic
Herd / Butler InformationHerd Affiliation
: GlenmoreHerd Position
: Commoner ~ Butler (Born royal but forsook his title)Current Generalized Location
: Glenmore in general; Lord Pietro's Glades or wherever he's been commanded to go.Family Currently In Service To
: Lord PietroAbilities as a Butler:
- Ground Work: Greening grass, maintaining flowers, maintaining herbs.
- Errand Work: Able to deliver messages, fetch wants or needs from the market, and various other things without stepping on political toes. [Perks of being raised a Lord, yes?]
- Minstrel: Wonderful singing voice with a list of hymns. Mostly good for boredom-relieving entertainment or entertaining of fawns. Picked up an array of songs from all over the Isles due to basically living in the hub of merchants in Oldegrove for a large deal of time
- Story-teller: Is oddly good at remembering stories and converting family history into stories. Best for teaching fawns good mannerisms, also good for regaling in high family event points of prestige.
- Hitman: He's willing to knock a Lord or commoner out of the picture subtly if they become a problem for his lord. Say the word and they're going to at least have distinct problems for a long period of time. He's not outwardly homicidal but he's not got a problem being the cause of someone's death if they deserve it.
Not good Qualities for Butler-duties
- Watching fawns for long periods of times. He doesn't have the patience nor does he trust himself not to be his father if he works himself into a temper.
- Being a health advisor. He's not good at that but he's learning in his spare time so he can know if his lord or his lord's ladies or fawns are in dire need of aid.
- Being a guard. He's not the most brutish or frightening looking stag there ever was. Intimidation or fighting is not his specialty unless he's been given permission to kill.
- Being speedy. He's got a bad ankle which keeps him from running unless absolutely necessary upon threat of a life- be it his, his lord's, or one of his lord's beloved.
Permission to Reproduce: Not given but no interest anyway.
| Atheist |Those 'Gods' of yours certainly don't help me, why should I expend my life to them?
He literally can't
wrap his mind around how hundreds of fawns would give their lives, their unborns, their parents, their everything
to gods who only show up when you've put your foot in it. He won't open his mouth and voice that opinion- Heavens knows he would get skinned for it, but that doesn't keep him from thinking fawns are right mad for it. If you come across to him as one of those who would give their unborns to your god, his respect in you goes down several notches.| Loyal & Protective |Touch mine again and you die.
Loyalty and protectiveness is ingrained in Phobos and has been since he was born. It's one of the few traits and beliefs his family managed to shove through his head. Those he aligns himself with will have his loyalty to his dying breath, for those are the few who have proven worthy of it. He wouldn't call them 'loved ones' but they are certainly something dear to him.| Lack of Concept of Love |I've never felt it before, why would I feel it now?
While an inborn defect in his mind doesn't help, this trait is primarily from the lack of 'love' growing up. He's confused by the concept, frightened by it even, and is completely unsure of how to react if it's pointed out to him. There are certainly those he's more 'particular to', but he's not able to assign the feelings of loyalty, protectiveness, and general enjoyment of the other fawn as anything to do with 'love'. To him 'Love' is more of an quirky illness, one that just so happens to typically befall does and particularly the does in Glenmore.| Dark |
I’m three skips of a stone short of a Blackwood.
It’s always present. A lingering presence of doom while around him. It’s in his eyes- in his stare. That near lifelessness and the fires that burn away at another’s soul. He’s dark on the inside, there are demons that no one else sees. The very air around him seems to possess a dark shadow that not even his best smile can cut through. Hiding away in him is the ability to kill without guilt or question.
| Observant |Well, I manage to see a lot more than I should.
He notices a lot. He see's a lot. He's typically always in the right place at the right time when it comes to things. Yet, he never quite files the information away or connects the dots just right to align to the bigger picture. He's ripe for the picking of gossip-berries if you're the right person, since he hardly ever lets anyone do said picking. | Controlled Temper |
I am fire in this manner, milady, and fire burns.
Anger is a part of Phob like his heart is. It is a constant sea within him, alive and rolling with the tides- mostly irrational but mostly warranted and overly much. It has been alive within him since his birth and it would continue to be so until his death. However he learned to curb his temper immediately, to keep it hidden within him. He grits his teeth well and does not break face often unless someone has severely wronged him. Control over one's self is control over one's situation as his father used to say.
HistoryFull History here: Full History of Phobos
- [Birth of Death] - The story goes that Life was Given as another life was Taken as the gods welcomed the Son of Death
- [Soft Magic] - Phobos finally manages to get the hang of how this 'magic' thing works!
- Grandfather Pollux dies
- Gets life nearly beaten out of him in 'training session' with father
- Grandmother Cotys dies
- Another 'training session'
- Trains with guards and they get suspicious
- Political explosion occurs and suspicion dies in favor of other things
- Grandmother Themis dies
- Another 'training session'
- Watches best friend get killed
- Gets beaten by father into never speaking of it and vows vengeance for friend
- Suspicion on who murdered friend is again distracted by the Great Oak burning
- Grandfather Excalibur dies
- Tells father he's going out to live on his own and gets disowned
- Runs for life from raging father who chases him around the Glenwood screaming death threats
- Phobos' ankle is ruined in the run
- Ulixes gets severely questioned and investigated
- Trial of Ulixes occurs and he's found guilty of multiple murders which leads to the execution of Ulixes.
- Lives life as commoner and takes up butler duties.
- Finishes Butler training
- Becomes butler to Lord Pietro
- [Winter Wedding- Phobos Reply] - The wedding of Lord Pietro begins without a hitch, though Phobos nearly has a heart-failure from frustration.
- [Pass An Apple] - Phobos might need a bag full of fermented apples after encountering his mother at the after party