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L O R D A C H I L L E S
"Eat the rude"

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Basic Information
Name: Achilles
Nickname(s): Aki (by his little sister alone)
Gender: Stag
Age: 15
Year of Birth: 763 of the New Age
Height: 12hh
Build: Medium
Phenotype: Melanistic classic champagne restricted fawn
Genotype: EE/aa/MM/nCh/fwfw/Rxrz
Eye Colour: Green
Mane Type: Normal
Design Sheet: www.deviantart.com/chupacabrra…

Sire: Lord Lecter | NPC | Deceased

Dam: Lady Simonetta | NPC | Alive

Bloodline: 100% Glenmore
Magic Type: Earth
Sexuality: Bisexual

Voice actor:
Playlist:

Skill Points
Speed: 2 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 15 points max)
Stamina: 4 [Basic Level]
Strength: 10 [Medium Level]

Magic: 15 [Medium Level]
Herbs: 0 [Basic Level]
Crafting: 0 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown
+2 speed - base bonus
+4 stamina - base bonus
+4 strength - base bonus
+6 strength - starter bonus
+5 magic - starter bonus

+10 magic boost - token
+10 herbs boost - token

Herd Information
Herd: Glenmore
Herd Position: Lordly councillor
Mate(s):
Current Location: Royal glades

Details
Personality Type:
Personality: Achilles is a complicated being. He comes off as incredibly charming and well educated, the model son of what should have been a model family. He is polite and well mannered, specially around does, even going so far as to address them first and join in their conversations over those of their Lords' if they have something more interesting to say. That was something instilled in him by his father from birth, and something which he will never fail to do, even if his more traditional friends think him a little eccentric for doing so. Always helpful, Achilles is known for stopping whatever he is doing to offer advice or simply lend and ear to whoever may need it. He has an uncanny ability to make anyone feel singularly important in a conversation, even if there were hundreds of others involved.

However, behind the thin veneer of a respectable Lord, lies something darker. Achilles has struggled since early childhood with slightly impure thoughts. A temper lies within him that leads directly when poked to quite a violent place within his being. It doesn't take much to rile the beast, but it is kept under wraps around polite company, only allowed out in the dead of night.

Quirks:

Appearance: Achilles is the epitome of what a Lord should be. Tall and well built but not too round, he cuts a fine shape in any light. His mane grows in a thick ruff around his neck rather than in long tresses as his father's did, though his tail is full and luscious as a gift from his mother. Every year his antlers grow tall and strong. Not overly complex in their shape, but sturdy and proud as their owner. However, his most defining feature has to be the brightness of his eyes. No matter where you are in a crowd, it is hard to miss the brilliant bright green colour staring back at you. Depending on the light, their hue cane shift from cool almost blue ish, to rich yellow flecked with gold.

History: Achilles was born the first and only son of his Lord father, and the first child of his mother. So, naturally, the young lord was the pride of the family. Having suffered with fertility issues his whole life Lord Lecter had sired a measly pair of Ladies from his small collection of does. His newest Lady was a late addition to his glade, but ultimately something which seemed to bring a new light to the heart of her Lord. He worshipped the ground she walked upon, and loved her with every fibre of his being. The Lady, younger than her lord, was definitely not naive, but it didn't take long for his charm to rub off on her. She wanted love, and in his home she found it limitless for her. So much so that Lord Lecter said his goodbyes to the rest of his harem does, just so he could focus the rest of his life upon his perfect doe. When she came into fawn after their first rut together they were overjoyed. Blessed by the gods, the good Lord would say. And as they strolled through the glades, both of the pair seemed to glow with the peace and happiness they had found within their new family.

Pregnancy was difficult on the Lady, and towards the end it meant she spent most of her time resting. Labour stretched on for longer than it usually would, through a balmy night of summer storms. But as the morning broke, with the thunder forgotten and the air fresh once more, a little dark buck took his first unsteady steps, and his parents fell even more in love.

Growing up, Achilles had all he could wish for, but he never seemed to grow too full of himself. Always calm and collected, yet never a push over. He enjoyed learning more than anything else, from politics to healing, and everything in between. He liked to learn about others the most, hear the stories of his father's life in the royal circles, how to read others and strategically place himself within the gossip. All of it fascinated him.

Along the way her mother gave birth to a daughter. Small and snow white, she looked perfect in every way. Yet she seemed to struggle from day one. The pregnancy had been even harder on Simonetta, and while she did regain her strength, her daughter never seemed to reach her full potential. She survived longer than expected, long enough to have her older brother, now 3, wrapped around her tiny little hooves. He did everything for her. Everywhere she went, he followed to make sure she was alright. He kept a close eye over every healer they spoke to, and every treatment she was given, but it always seemed to have little effect. The young doe passed the winter of her third year, her struggle too much for even her mother's love and devotion to lessen. She was peaceful in her sleep, but the family was left distraught. Condolences came from every family they knew, but they couldn't really help the pain. Lord Lecter seemed to be hit the hardest. After the loss, Achilles himself can't remember hearing the old stag speak. He didn't take leisurely strolls through the gardens with his betrothed, he didn't meet with his friends, he barely even ate. He simply hid himself away in his private glade until he too was gone. His love spent as much time with him as she could. He never blamed her, and often they could be found just lying together, silent but grateful of each other's presence.

During it all, Lord Achilles had come into adulthood. He had his first antlers come and go, he experienced his first rut, and the first brutal pains of anger and torment and viciousness that came with with a mix of hormones, grief, and burning guilt for something he hadn't even done. Where there had always been a spark of something unsavoury hidden behind childish innocence and responsibility for such a precious little life, now burned a flame. And with the passing of Lord Lecter, merely 8 years into his life, Achilles gave up the fight and let himself be consumed by it

He stayed with his mother, to be her rock when she now had no other, but he put on a mask of the good and gracious Lord. He started to socialise, make friends, set himself up in circles he knew he could be useful. For a young stag that was surrounded by such tragedy, he held himself remarkably well. He was always polite and well spoken, and seemed to be able to make time for anyone. He shared his father's charm, and by his 10th year, now coming into his prime, Achilles was as credit to his late father. His mother was coping better. Happy to stay with her son and her hoofmaidens, taking walks with him, and smiling once again. She would tell everyone it was her son she had to thank, and slowly others started to come to him with their problems. Naturally, a good Lord would never turn down anyone who came to him needing assistance, and freely he gave it. Secrets were never so easily revealed as they were in the privacy of someone trusted.

Now, going into his 15th year, Achilles has a reputation for being most certainly someone to be trusted. He is kind, helpful, charming, warm. But behind the mask still burns the fire eternal, anger simmering under the surface, visible only in certain lights through the dangerous glint in those bright green eyes.

Bacon/Token Purchases:
Royal Rank - Token #4479
Basic multi - magic boost - Token #3342

Description
L O R D A C H I L L E S
"Eat the rude"

..

Basic Information
Name: Achilles
Nickname(s): Aki (by his little sister alone)
Gender: Stag
Age: 15
Year of Birth: 763 of the New Age
Height: 12hh
Build: Medium
Phenotype: Melanistic classic champagne restricted fawn
Genotype: EE/aa/MM/nCh/fwfw/Rxrz
Eye Colour: Green
Mane Type: Normal
Design Sheet: www.deviantart.com/chupacabrra…

Sire: Lord Lecter | NPC | Deceased

Dam: Lady Simonetta | NPC | Alive

Bloodline: 100% Glenmore
Magic Type: Earth
Sexuality: Bisexual

Voice actor:
Playlist:

Skill Points
Speed: 2 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 15 points max)
Stamina: 4 [Basic Level]
Strength: 10 [Medium Level]

Magic: 15 [Medium Level]
Herbs: 0 [Basic Level]
Crafting: 0 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown
+2 speed - base bonus
+4 stamina - base bonus
+4 strength - base bonus
+6 strength - starter bonus
+5 magic - starter bonus

+10 magic boost - token
+10 herbs boost - token

Herd Information
Herd: Glenmore
Herd Position: Lordly councillor
Mate(s):
Current Location: Royal glades

Details
Personality Type:
Personality: Achilles is a complicated being. He comes off as incredibly charming and well educated, the model son of what should have been a model family. He is polite and well mannered, specially around does, even going so far as to address them first and join in their conversations over those of their Lords' if they have something more interesting to say. That was something instilled in him by his father from birth, and something which he will never fail to do, even if his more traditional friends think him a little eccentric for doing so. Always helpful, Achilles is known for stopping whatever he is doing to offer advice or simply lend and ear to whoever may need it. He has an uncanny ability to make anyone feel singularly important in a conversation, even if there were hundreds of others involved.

However, behind the thin veneer of a respectable Lord, lies something darker. Achilles has struggled since early childhood with slightly impure thoughts. A temper lies within him that leads directly when poked to quite a violent place within his being. It doesn't take much to rile the beast, but it is kept under wraps around polite company, only allowed out in the dead of night.

Quirks:

Appearance: Achilles is the epitome of what a Lord should be. Tall and well built but not too round, he cuts a fine shape in any light. His mane grows in a thick ruff around his neck rather than in long tresses as his father's did, though his tail is full and luscious as a gift from his mother. Every year his antlers grow tall and strong. Not overly complex in their shape, but sturdy and proud as their owner. However, his most defining feature has to be the brightness of his eyes. No matter where you are in a crowd, it is hard to miss the brilliant bright green colour staring back at you. Depending on the light, their hue cane shift from cool almost blue ish, to rich yellow flecked with gold.

History: Achilles was born the first and only son of his Lord father, and the first child of his mother. So, naturally, the young lord was the pride of the family. Having suffered with fertility issues his whole life Lord Lecter had sired a measly pair of Ladies from his small collection of does. His newest Lady was a late addition to his glade, but ultimately something which seemed to bring a new light to the heart of her Lord. He worshipped the ground she walked upon, and loved her with every fibre of his being. The Lady, younger than her lord, was definitely not naive, but it didn't take long for his charm to rub off on her. She wanted love, and in his home she found it limitless for her. So much so that Lord Lecter said his goodbyes to the rest of his harem does, just so he could focus the rest of his life upon his perfect doe. When she came into fawn after their first rut together they were overjoyed. Blessed by the gods, the good Lord would say. And as they strolled through the glades, both of the pair seemed to glow with the peace and happiness they had found within their new family.

Pregnancy was difficult on the Lady, and towards the end it meant she spent most of her time resting. Labour stretched on for longer than it usually would, through a balmy night of summer storms. But as the morning broke, with the thunder forgotten and the air fresh once more, a little dark buck took his first unsteady steps, and his parents fell even more in love.

Growing up, Achilles had all he could wish for, but he never seemed to grow too full of himself. Always calm and collected, yet never a push over. He enjoyed learning more than anything else, from politics to healing, and everything in between. He liked to learn about others the most, hear the stories of his father's life in the royal circles, how to read others and strategically place himself within the gossip. All of it fascinated him.

Along the way her mother gave birth to a daughter. Small and snow white, she looked perfect in every way. Yet she seemed to struggle from day one. The pregnancy had been even harder on Simonetta, and while she did regain her strength, her daughter never seemed to reach her full potential. She survived longer than expected, long enough to have her older brother, now 3, wrapped around her tiny little hooves. He did everything for her. Everywhere she went, he followed to make sure she was alright. He kept a close eye over every healer they spoke to, and every treatment she was given, but it always seemed to have little effect. The young doe passed the winter of her third year, her struggle too much for even her mother's love and devotion to lessen. She was peaceful in her sleep, but the family was left distraught. Condolences came from every family they knew, but they couldn't really help the pain. Lord Lecter seemed to be hit the hardest. After the loss, Achilles himself can't remember hearing the old stag speak. He didn't take leisurely strolls through the gardens with his betrothed, he didn't meet with his friends, he barely even ate. He simply hid himself away in his private glade until he too was gone. His love spent as much time with him as she could. He never blamed her, and often they could be found just lying together, silent but grateful of each other's presence.

During it all, Lord Achilles had come into adulthood. He had his first antlers come and go, he experienced his first rut, and the first brutal pains of anger and torment and viciousness that came with with a mix of hormones, grief, and burning guilt for something he hadn't even done. Where there had always been a spark of something unsavoury hidden behind childish innocence and responsibility for such a precious little life, now burned a flame. And with the passing of Lord Lecter, merely 8 years into his life, Achilles gave up the fight and let himself be consumed by it

He stayed with his mother, to be her rock when she now had no other, but he put on a mask of the good and gracious Lord. He started to socialise, make friends, set himself up in circles he knew he could be useful. For a young stag that was surrounded by such tragedy, he held himself remarkably well. He was always polite and well spoken, and seemed to be able to make time for anyone. He shared his father's charm, and by his 10th year, now coming into his prime, Achilles was as credit to his late father. His mother was coping better. Happy to stay with her son and her hoofmaidens, taking walks with him, and smiling once again. She would tell everyone it was her son she had to thank, and slowly others started to come to him with their problems. Naturally, a good Lord would never turn down anyone who came to him needing assistance, and freely he gave it. Secrets were never so easily revealed as they were in the privacy of someone trusted.

Now, going into his 15th year, Achilles has a reputation for being most certainly someone to be trusted. He is kind, helpful, charming, warm. But behind the mask still burns the fire eternal, anger simmering under the surface, visible only in certain lights through the dangerous glint in those bright green eyes.

Bacon/Token Purchases:
Royal Rank - Token #4479
Basic multi - magic boost - Token #3342