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Description
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Status:
   - Roleplaying: Always open
   - Options: Google Docs only, please
   - Rut: Open, but only to Desmond
   - Fighting: She's more of a fleer, but I'm always open to a little bit of a scuffle(you'll most likely win).
   - Training/Crafting: She's always open for crafting- however, being a dud, she has no where to practice with magic.
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Token Purchase/Application:
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Basic Information
Name: Faelynn (FAY - LIN; Means "Fairy of the Lake" or "Beautiful Fairy")
Nickname(s): Fae, Lynn
Gender: Doe/Female
Age: 16 years
Year of Birth: Year 758 of the New Age
Height: 10 hh
Build: Light
Phenotype: Cremello Partially Restricted Fawn
Genotype: ee/Aa/CrCr/fwfws/nrz
Eye Colour: Blue
Design Sheet: fawnlings.deviantart.com/art/F…

Build: Faelynn was born as a thin, lightly built doe, and still is. She's little more than skin and bones.
Mane: Curly. Very, very curly. Not even a braid can tame it.
Horn: Thick, ugly tusks protrude from her tiny mouth. Unfortunate.
Physical Scars: Currently, she's free of any physical scarring.
Emotional Scars: Currently, she's free of any mental scarring.

Sire: Sylvester | Stag | Commoner(NPC, open!)
Dam: Cidara | Doe | Commoner(NPC, open!)
Bloodline: 100% Glenmore
Sibling(s):
Cassiopeia(full) | Doe | Commoner(NPC)
Sydney(half, paternal) | Doe | Commoner(NPC)
Connor(half, paternal) | Colt | Commoner(NPC)
(There's probably more unknown, but if you want Faelynn to play your fawnling's sibling/cousin/aunt, I'm all for it!)
Other Family:
Name | Gender/Age | Rank

Magic Type: Talentless(no magic)

Skill Points
Speed: 11 [Medium Level]
Stamina: 5 [Basic Level]
Strength: 0 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 5 points max)

Magic: 0 [Talentless]
Herbs: 2 [Basic Level]
Crafting: 7 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown
+7 speed - base bonus
+3 stamina - base bonus
+4 speed - starter bonus
+2 stamina - starter bonus
+2 herbs - starter bonus
+3 crafting - starter bonus

770:

Summer:
Never Expected This
+4 crafting - collab lit - 2000+ words - Never Expected This

771:
Late Summer:
The time has come

Images:
771:
Lets give this a try
+1 Baby!

Herd Information
Herd: Glenmore
Herd Position: Commoner
Mate(s): Desmond
Current Location: The Olegrove, Glenmore
Fawns:
772:
Oir /Colt/ Commoner/by Desmond /Fawn Design /Breeding Proof

Details
Personality:
Respectful
- No matter their rank, Faelynn strives to respect each and every individual, and expects the same amount of respect, though cross her once and there will be no guarantee you'll get it back.
Serious
- When she says something, she means it. The only time she'll ever joke is if she's completely comfortable around you, and even then, it's very seldom.
Friendly
- King? Of course. Princess? Sure. Commoner? Yes. She's kind to everyone, despite their status in Glenmore-- or in any other territory, really.
Wary
- As she grows older, Faelynn realizes that some situations cannot be treated calmly, and has begun to become a bit more cautious and jumpy.
Patient
- She could wait until her last days for someone to take action, but she'd much rather you act faster than that.
Determined
- Once she sets her mind to it, she intends to finish it, even if it seems impossible.
Stubborn
- This often accompanies her determination, her will and pride keep her mind in one place, and it isn't so easily persuaded in any way.
Nosy
- Faelynn tends to eavesdrop on others, especially if they have secrets. If you don't tell her right then and there, she'll pester you and persist about you doing such, but as politely as possible.
Intolerant
- Though she's a rather easy fawnling to get along with, she will not tolerate disrespectful or bossy fawnlings, and will often try to make them fester in their own pool of hatred or anger until they can no longer handle it. Kill 'em with kindness, Faelynn.

Appearance: Born small, Faelynn has kept this way well into her adult life, being just as slender and long-legged as she was when she was born. She's little more than skin and bones- Glenmore's favored type of doe. Her pelt is of a pale,

History:
Pre-Rp:
Faelynn was born in Sylvester's harem to Cidara, in The Glenwood, and being his first-born, as well as female, she was her father's most prized possession within his harem. In the following year, a flower was tucked into her mane, just behind her ear, thanks to her mother and father, and even though it's wilted, she still keeps it. As the doe grew older, her aspirations to travel around the entirety Glenmore made her grow distant from her family, often having to be driven back to her father's does, not because of the fear of predators, but more-so of losing her to another buck. By the time she was five-years-old, she'd began to sprout tusks from her mouth, something she was rather embarrassed about. She saw then as a defect rather than a beauty aspect, but now-a-days, she could care less about how she looks. When she reached her sixth year, Faelynn traveled just a tad too far and got lost, and has been on her lonesome since, the only remembrance of her pale mother and dark father is the wilted lily adorning her mane. As of right now, this doe is currently roaming The Oldegrove, trying to further her crafting skills and make new friends.

Current:
Having spent her younger days fluttering about in the market, making small flower crowns and finding that she had no magic- despite her displeasure-, Faelynn was taken in by a Royal Guard, Desmond, to be his mate(Never Expected This ). She transitioned from the Oldegrove to the Royal Glades, hiding in different corners and spaces between most glades as she awaited for his duties to end for the day. Just when she thought she couldn't be happier, the two talked of having their own fawn, as was expected of them from their herd-mates(The time has come ). Autumn rolled around and the two got to work(Lets give this a try ), and in the middle of winter, Faelynn finds herself growing plump with life.

Relationships:

   Hate
  Dislike
Unsure..
Acquaintance
  Respect
Trust
  Close Friend
Friend
Crush
Unsure/Mixed Feelings
Romantic Love
  Love
Family
Deceased

current thoughts
previous thoughts

Sylvester
My father, one of the darkest, largest, most handsome stags I'd ever lay my eyes upon, or so my mother said. He favored my mother over the multiple does he'd managed to acquire, but that didn't change the way he praised her every waking moment of the day. I don't-- I don't know what happened to him or my mother, but I remember them so vividly.. The day that I'd gotten lost seems like just yesterday, and it pains me to dwell on the past, yet I can't help but think about them. Oh, how I miss them so..

Cidara
My mother, a pale, lightly built, beautiful doe. My father often called her his most prized possession and made her giggle. At the time, I didn't understand, but I do now since I've learned the 'ways' of Glenmore's favoritism toward us paler females. I don't-- I don't know what happened to her or my father, but I remember them so vividly.. The day that I'd gotten lost seems like just yesterday, and it pains me to dwell on the past, yet I can't help but think about them. Oh, how I miss them so..

Desmond
Oh, he's just- he's wonderful, a blessing. He helped me through the whole thing, and I don't doubt that he would do it again in a heartbeat. I just wish there were a way for me to repay him.
Our very first fawn.. It excites every nerve in my very being, sends the butterflies that lie within my stomach in a fluttering frenzy-- but it also brings with it a fear.. A fear of not being a good mother- a fear of not living up to my dearest's expectations. There are a lot of what-if's, and without someone to console, the what-if's grow into a long list.. No matter, I'll have Desmond there for both support and for help- He'll be a great father, I just know of it.

Oir
My first-born, my son. Oh, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for him- I'd jump into the most spider-filled pit in Blackwood for him if I needed to. He's my little stag, my new purpose in life.

Isetnofret
I haven't spoken to her in a while. I wonder if she and her family are doing okay..
Though we met briefly, she was very, very kind- and she has tusks like me! Her fawns, Lady Lacette and Duke Jacenty, they're quite the adorable pair! Her son and I didn't talk, but he seems like a gentle soul.

Lady Lacette
I haven't spoken to her in a while. I wonder if she and her family are doing okay..
Absolutely precious! So kind and happy, she reminds me of myself when I was but a small filly like herself. She makes me excited for what's in store for Desmond and I.

Duke Jacenty
I haven't spoken to him in a while. I wonder if he and his family are doing okay.
We didn't talk whenever Desmond and I visited, but he seems to really enjoy Desmond's company, and I'm sure he'll make a great guard one day.

Fun Facts:
Faelynn has a horrible sense of direction and gets lost fairly easily. If someone isn't standing by her side, she may very well end up halfway across Glenmore.

Faelynn is a big baby when put face-to-face with spiders. The girl is an intense arachnophobe(she can't stand even the tiniest of spiders and would cry if she saw any bigger than her hoof).

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Faelynn and art (c) Me
Design and Fawnlings (c)
Relationships chart (c)

Description
------------
Status:
   - Roleplaying: Always open
   - Options: Google Docs only, please
   - Rut: Open, but only to Desmond
   - Fighting: She's more of a fleer, but I'm always open to a little bit of a scuffle(you'll most likely win).
   - Training/Crafting: She's always open for crafting- however, being a dud, she has no where to practice with magic.
------------
Token Purchase/Application:
-
-
-

-----------

Basic Information
Name: Faelynn (FAY - LIN; Means "Fairy of the Lake" or "Beautiful Fairy")
Nickname(s): Fae, Lynn
Gender: Doe/Female
Age: 16 years
Year of Birth: Year 758 of the New Age
Height: 10 hh
Build: Light
Phenotype: Cremello Partially Restricted Fawn
Genotype: ee/Aa/CrCr/fwfws/nrz
Eye Colour: Blue
Design Sheet: fawnlings.deviantart.com/art/F…

Build: Faelynn was born as a thin, lightly built doe, and still is. She's little more than skin and bones.
Mane: Curly. Very, very curly. Not even a braid can tame it.
Horn: Thick, ugly tusks protrude from her tiny mouth. Unfortunate.
Physical Scars: Currently, she's free of any physical scarring.
Emotional Scars: Currently, she's free of any mental scarring.

Sire: Sylvester | Stag | Commoner(NPC, open!)
Dam: Cidara | Doe | Commoner(NPC, open!)
Bloodline: 100% Glenmore
Sibling(s):
Cassiopeia(full) | Doe | Commoner(NPC)
Sydney(half, paternal) | Doe | Commoner(NPC)
Connor(half, paternal) | Colt | Commoner(NPC)
(There's probably more unknown, but if you want Faelynn to play your fawnling's sibling/cousin/aunt, I'm all for it!)
Other Family:
Name | Gender/Age | Rank

Magic Type: Talentless(no magic)

Skill Points
Speed: 11 [Medium Level]
Stamina: 5 [Basic Level]
Strength: 0 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 5 points max)

Magic: 0 [Talentless]
Herbs: 2 [Basic Level]
Crafting: 7 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown
+7 speed - base bonus
+3 stamina - base bonus
+4 speed - starter bonus
+2 stamina - starter bonus
+2 herbs - starter bonus
+3 crafting - starter bonus

770:

Summer:
Never Expected This
+4 crafting - collab lit - 2000+ words - Never Expected This

771:
Late Summer:
The time has come

Images:
771:
Lets give this a try
+1 Baby!

Herd Information
Herd: Glenmore
Herd Position: Commoner
Mate(s): Desmond
Current Location: The Olegrove, Glenmore
Fawns:
772:
Oir /Colt/ Commoner/by Desmond /Fawn Design /Breeding Proof

Details
Personality:
Respectful
- No matter their rank, Faelynn strives to respect each and every individual, and expects the same amount of respect, though cross her once and there will be no guarantee you'll get it back.
Serious
- When she says something, she means it. The only time she'll ever joke is if she's completely comfortable around you, and even then, it's very seldom.
Friendly
- King? Of course. Princess? Sure. Commoner? Yes. She's kind to everyone, despite their status in Glenmore-- or in any other territory, really.
Wary
- As she grows older, Faelynn realizes that some situations cannot be treated calmly, and has begun to become a bit more cautious and jumpy.
Patient
- She could wait until her last days for someone to take action, but she'd much rather you act faster than that.
Determined
- Once she sets her mind to it, she intends to finish it, even if it seems impossible.
Stubborn
- This often accompanies her determination, her will and pride keep her mind in one place, and it isn't so easily persuaded in any way.
Nosy
- Faelynn tends to eavesdrop on others, especially if they have secrets. If you don't tell her right then and there, she'll pester you and persist about you doing such, but as politely as possible.
Intolerant
- Though she's a rather easy fawnling to get along with, she will not tolerate disrespectful or bossy fawnlings, and will often try to make them fester in their own pool of hatred or anger until they can no longer handle it. Kill 'em with kindness, Faelynn.

Appearance: Born small, Faelynn has kept this way well into her adult life, being just as slender and long-legged as she was when she was born. She's little more than skin and bones- Glenmore's favored type of doe. Her pelt is of a pale,

History:
Pre-Rp:
Faelynn was born in Sylvester's harem to Cidara, in The Glenwood, and being his first-born, as well as female, she was her father's most prized possession within his harem. In the following year, a flower was tucked into her mane, just behind her ear, thanks to her mother and father, and even though it's wilted, she still keeps it. As the doe grew older, her aspirations to travel around the entirety Glenmore made her grow distant from her family, often having to be driven back to her father's does, not because of the fear of predators, but more-so of losing her to another buck. By the time she was five-years-old, she'd began to sprout tusks from her mouth, something she was rather embarrassed about. She saw then as a defect rather than a beauty aspect, but now-a-days, she could care less about how she looks. When she reached her sixth year, Faelynn traveled just a tad too far and got lost, and has been on her lonesome since, the only remembrance of her pale mother and dark father is the wilted lily adorning her mane. As of right now, this doe is currently roaming The Oldegrove, trying to further her crafting skills and make new friends.

Current:
Having spent her younger days fluttering about in the market, making small flower crowns and finding that she had no magic- despite her displeasure-, Faelynn was taken in by a Royal Guard, Desmond, to be his mate(Never Expected This ). She transitioned from the Oldegrove to the Royal Glades, hiding in different corners and spaces between most glades as she awaited for his duties to end for the day. Just when she thought she couldn't be happier, the two talked of having their own fawn, as was expected of them from their herd-mates(The time has come ). Autumn rolled around and the two got to work(Lets give this a try ), and in the middle of winter, Faelynn finds herself growing plump with life.

Relationships:

   Hate
  Dislike
Unsure..
Acquaintance
  Respect
Trust
  Close Friend
Friend
Crush
Unsure/Mixed Feelings
Romantic Love
  Love
Family
Deceased

current thoughts
previous thoughts

Sylvester
My father, one of the darkest, largest, most handsome stags I'd ever lay my eyes upon, or so my mother said. He favored my mother over the multiple does he'd managed to acquire, but that didn't change the way he praised her every waking moment of the day. I don't-- I don't know what happened to him or my mother, but I remember them so vividly.. The day that I'd gotten lost seems like just yesterday, and it pains me to dwell on the past, yet I can't help but think about them. Oh, how I miss them so..

Cidara
My mother, a pale, lightly built, beautiful doe. My father often called her his most prized possession and made her giggle. At the time, I didn't understand, but I do now since I've learned the 'ways' of Glenmore's favoritism toward us paler females. I don't-- I don't know what happened to her or my father, but I remember them so vividly.. The day that I'd gotten lost seems like just yesterday, and it pains me to dwell on the past, yet I can't help but think about them. Oh, how I miss them so..

Desmond
Oh, he's just- he's wonderful, a blessing. He helped me through the whole thing, and I don't doubt that he would do it again in a heartbeat. I just wish there were a way for me to repay him.
Our very first fawn.. It excites every nerve in my very being, sends the butterflies that lie within my stomach in a fluttering frenzy-- but it also brings with it a fear.. A fear of not being a good mother- a fear of not living up to my dearest's expectations. There are a lot of what-if's, and without someone to console, the what-if's grow into a long list.. No matter, I'll have Desmond there for both support and for help- He'll be a great father, I just know of it.

Oir
My first-born, my son. Oh, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for him- I'd jump into the most spider-filled pit in Blackwood for him if I needed to. He's my little stag, my new purpose in life.

Isetnofret
I haven't spoken to her in a while. I wonder if she and her family are doing okay..
Though we met briefly, she was very, very kind- and she has tusks like me! Her fawns, Lady Lacette and Duke Jacenty, they're quite the adorable pair! Her son and I didn't talk, but he seems like a gentle soul.

Lady Lacette
I haven't spoken to her in a while. I wonder if she and her family are doing okay..
Absolutely precious! So kind and happy, she reminds me of myself when I was but a small filly like herself. She makes me excited for what's in store for Desmond and I.

Duke Jacenty
I haven't spoken to him in a while. I wonder if he and his family are doing okay.
We didn't talk whenever Desmond and I visited, but he seems to really enjoy Desmond's company, and I'm sure he'll make a great guard one day.

Fun Facts:
Faelynn has a horrible sense of direction and gets lost fairly easily. If someone isn't standing by her side, she may very well end up halfway across Glenmore.

Faelynn is a big baby when put face-to-face with spiders. The girl is an intense arachnophobe(she can't stand even the tiniest of spiders and would cry if she saw any bigger than her hoof).

----

Faelynn and art (c) Me
Design and Fawnlings (c)
Relationships chart (c)