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Myla of Glenmore"It's okay to be gentle. It does not make you weak."
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Basic InformationName: Myla
Gender: female (dfab)
Age: 15
Year of Birth: Y758 NA
Height: 9hh
Build: Light-Medium
Phenotype: Sable Champagne Restricted Fawn
Genotype: Ee/AtAt/ChCh/fwfw/nRx
Eye Color: green/hazel
Design Sheet:

Sire: NPC Glenmore Commoner
Dam: NPC Glenmore Commoner
Bloodline: 100% Glenmore
Magic Type: Earth

Skill Points
Speed: 5 [Basic Level]
Stamina: 4 [Basic Level]
Strength: 1 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 15 points max)

Magic: 5 [Basic Level]
Herbs: 9 [Basic Level]
Crafting: 0 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown
+5 speed - base bonus
+3 stamina - base bonus
+1 strength - base bonus
+1 stamina - starter bonus
+5 magic - starter bonus
+5 herbs - starter bonus
+4 herbs - RP

Herd InformationHerd: Glenmore
Herd Position: Commoner (herbalist)
Mate(s): none
Current Location: Glenmore

Details
Personality:She is submissive in nature, quiet and reserved with unfamiliar acquaintances. As her relationships progress, she slowly gets more comfortable and perhaps even playful. Even still, she remains timid and meek, one to go along with another’s decisions rather than make their own. She lacks ambition and direction, and is simply content with existing as she is. She has never wanted anything more than a common, ordinary life, but she does feel a sense of melancholy when looking upon her lighter-pelted peers and the nobility. While she does not envy them, she longs to be accepted and looked upon without scorn. The social barrier that separates her from them depresses her, and she cannot help but feel alienated. She feels profound loneliness and is often faced with isolation in most social endeavors. As a result, she is immensely self-conscious and uncertain, always questioning the few decisions she manages to make for herself. She looks upon her coat as a curse, but at the same time, she rather likes her looks (even though most do not share the sentiment). Internally, she is pleased with her appearance and is content, but the way others view her leaves her with damaged self-confidence. In some ways, she is too concerned with how others view her. Opinions and harsh words are more damaging than physical wounds, and she can be deeply sensitive when faced with prejudice. Always at the fringes of society, she comes across as a loner. However, she deeply enjoys another’s company, and treasures those who give her a chance. She is gentle and kind, interested in helping the sick and injured. She has an innate love for nature, and feels at home around plants and other creatures. Very insightful, she has a very unique ability to empathize with others and is an excellent listener. While her advice may be questionable, she excels in remaining unbiased and open when hearing her peers out. Her low social standing often allows others to feel comfortable in her presence, as she is far from threatening and her eagerness to make friends is inviting, if not a little overwhelming at times. She can also be temperamental and easily flustered, although her reserved personality inhibits her from wearing her emotions on her sleeve. She suffers her tempers in silence, often brooding in solitude. Easily overwhelmed by responsibilities and difficult tasks, many view her as useless. And in some ways, they are correct. Her inability to function without the approval of another is a handicap, and she struggles to do the simplest of chores without a guide. She is also very fussy, and tends to hyper-focus on one subject at a time. Far from scatterbrained, she latches onto information and gives her complete and total attention. She has trouble multitasking, and works best when she can give all her time to a single object. Whenever she is interested in something (or someone), she gives it her all. While she can be slow to adjust, she is receptive to guidance and flourishes in learning environments.

Appearance:A dark coat which earns her much prejudice amongst her peers. She has no scars or accessories as of yet.

History:Myla was brought into the Glenmore herd in the year 758 NA, during a terrible storm. She was born amidst smoke and ash as the Great Oak burned brightly in the night sky, the result of a lightning strike. Being born during such an unfortunate event was an ill omen, and it only made matters worse when she came into the world bearing a dark coat. Her parents were deeply superstitious, and saw no other option but to abandon their daughter. As heartless as it was, the two young parents managed to find a foster for their begotten daughter. An old common doe who professionalized in traditional healing through the use of herbal knowledge agreed to take the child. She would benefit from the help young legs could provide her in the task, and so she raised the fawn as if she were her own. She named her, Myla, which meant merciful.

Myla grew up happy and healthy, oblivious to the tensions escalating around her. With King Dustan's position as King being questioned, her caretaker did her best to keep her charge away from any unsavory gossip. She was loyal to the crown, whoever might yield its power, and she wanted her adopted daughter to be the same. Life was easier as a commoner when you knew how to bow. And with her unfortunately dark coat, the old herbalist wanted to make sure Myla stayed out of the royal's affairs to save her from scorn and ridicule. And after Princess Sitka and her son were mauled by wolves, the elder was determined to keep a watchful and very protective eye on her daughter. She kept her cooped up in her shop, away from prying eyes and judgmental remarks.

As the years progressed, and Drustan's rule was finally challenged, Myla was kept away from the turmoil. Her overprotective guardian made certain that her little girl was kept safe. Because of this, Myla never really got to branch out and learn independence. She did not develop many friendships, and remained at her caretaker's side. She began to develop a sense of codependency on the elderly doe. During the time most fawnling's her age spent exploring and making connections, Myla spent it learning her foster's trade. Her only companions were the various herbs grown in the garden. It was around this time when her magic began to manifest. Being a commoner, the capacity for magic would only provide her peers with more ammunition to hurt her; Or at least that was how her talentless caretaker saw it. Myla, on the other hoof, was ecstatic to be blessed with such abilities. It was the only way she ever disobeyed her guardian: practicing her magic. When she was alone, and sure there were no prying eyes to see her, Myla would escape into the woods to practice her abilities. Not having a proper teacher, she was a slow learner and was not especially good, but she enjoyed the little feats she could achieve.

By the time she became a juvenile, Lord Rafe was crowned King and Donnaghan and Nuala were put to trial. The young doe would hear their patients whisper about it under their breaths, but never did she ask questions or participate in the gossip. As her adoptive parent told her, it was best not to concern themselves with matters that did not concern them. And she was content with gathering and growing herbs, and treating the ill and injured. In fact, it made her very happy. She had begun to take more responsibilities in her guardian's profession, and she was excelling in the trade. Occasionally she was given a cruel remark about the colors of her coat, but her progress kept her spirits up.

Near the end of her adolescence, war broke loose when King Rafe marched his troops to Haven. Myla was horrified, and with her guardian growing weaker and weaker with age, she was left to manage the apothecary on her own. And in year 768, her guardian passed away peacefully in her sleep, leaving her life's work in Myla's hooves. She was a fully fledged adult now, and left with the apothecary to run all by her lonesome. She missed her guardian terribly, and is deeply insecure about her position as a herbalist. She knows she remembers the names and properties of all the herbs, but she often crumbles under pressure. And without the old doe to console and encourage her, the isolation her dark pelt provided her only serves to further harm her self-confidence. Only time will tell if she learns to grow into her skin, and live up to her potential.

In-Game History + Skill Tracker
+4 Herbs - Help from the Herbalist
+3 Herbs - Start of a Journey

Description

Myla of Glenmore"It's okay to be gentle. It does not make you weak."
>>Aesthetic Board <<

Basic InformationName: Myla
Gender: female (dfab)
Age: 15
Year of Birth: Y758 NA
Height: 9hh
Build: Light-Medium
Phenotype: Sable Champagne Restricted Fawn
Genotype: Ee/AtAt/ChCh/fwfw/nRx
Eye Color: green/hazel
Design Sheet:

Sire: NPC Glenmore Commoner
Dam: NPC Glenmore Commoner
Bloodline: 100% Glenmore
Magic Type: Earth

Skill Points
Speed: 5 [Basic Level]
Stamina: 4 [Basic Level]
Strength: 1 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 15 points max)

Magic: 5 [Basic Level]
Herbs: 9 [Basic Level]
Crafting: 0 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown
+5 speed - base bonus
+3 stamina - base bonus
+1 strength - base bonus
+1 stamina - starter bonus
+5 magic - starter bonus
+5 herbs - starter bonus
+4 herbs - RP

Herd InformationHerd: Glenmore
Herd Position: Commoner (herbalist)
Mate(s): none
Current Location: Glenmore

Details
Personality:She is submissive in nature, quiet and reserved with unfamiliar acquaintances. As her relationships progress, she slowly gets more comfortable and perhaps even playful. Even still, she remains timid and meek, one to go along with another’s decisions rather than make their own. She lacks ambition and direction, and is simply content with existing as she is. She has never wanted anything more than a common, ordinary life, but she does feel a sense of melancholy when looking upon her lighter-pelted peers and the nobility. While she does not envy them, she longs to be accepted and looked upon without scorn. The social barrier that separates her from them depresses her, and she cannot help but feel alienated. She feels profound loneliness and is often faced with isolation in most social endeavors. As a result, she is immensely self-conscious and uncertain, always questioning the few decisions she manages to make for herself. She looks upon her coat as a curse, but at the same time, she rather likes her looks (even though most do not share the sentiment). Internally, she is pleased with her appearance and is content, but the way others view her leaves her with damaged self-confidence. In some ways, she is too concerned with how others view her. Opinions and harsh words are more damaging than physical wounds, and she can be deeply sensitive when faced with prejudice. Always at the fringes of society, she comes across as a loner. However, she deeply enjoys another’s company, and treasures those who give her a chance. She is gentle and kind, interested in helping the sick and injured. She has an innate love for nature, and feels at home around plants and other creatures. Very insightful, she has a very unique ability to empathize with others and is an excellent listener. While her advice may be questionable, she excels in remaining unbiased and open when hearing her peers out. Her low social standing often allows others to feel comfortable in her presence, as she is far from threatening and her eagerness to make friends is inviting, if not a little overwhelming at times. She can also be temperamental and easily flustered, although her reserved personality inhibits her from wearing her emotions on her sleeve. She suffers her tempers in silence, often brooding in solitude. Easily overwhelmed by responsibilities and difficult tasks, many view her as useless. And in some ways, they are correct. Her inability to function without the approval of another is a handicap, and she struggles to do the simplest of chores without a guide. She is also very fussy, and tends to hyper-focus on one subject at a time. Far from scatterbrained, she latches onto information and gives her complete and total attention. She has trouble multitasking, and works best when she can give all her time to a single object. Whenever she is interested in something (or someone), she gives it her all. While she can be slow to adjust, she is receptive to guidance and flourishes in learning environments.

Appearance:A dark coat which earns her much prejudice amongst her peers. She has no scars or accessories as of yet.

History:Myla was brought into the Glenmore herd in the year 758 NA, during a terrible storm. She was born amidst smoke and ash as the Great Oak burned brightly in the night sky, the result of a lightning strike. Being born during such an unfortunate event was an ill omen, and it only made matters worse when she came into the world bearing a dark coat. Her parents were deeply superstitious, and saw no other option but to abandon their daughter. As heartless as it was, the two young parents managed to find a foster for their begotten daughter. An old common doe who professionalized in traditional healing through the use of herbal knowledge agreed to take the child. She would benefit from the help young legs could provide her in the task, and so she raised the fawn as if she were her own. She named her, Myla, which meant merciful.

Myla grew up happy and healthy, oblivious to the tensions escalating around her. With King Dustan's position as King being questioned, her caretaker did her best to keep her charge away from any unsavory gossip. She was loyal to the crown, whoever might yield its power, and she wanted her adopted daughter to be the same. Life was easier as a commoner when you knew how to bow. And with her unfortunately dark coat, the old herbalist wanted to make sure Myla stayed out of the royal's affairs to save her from scorn and ridicule. And after Princess Sitka and her son were mauled by wolves, the elder was determined to keep a watchful and very protective eye on her daughter. She kept her cooped up in her shop, away from prying eyes and judgmental remarks.

As the years progressed, and Drustan's rule was finally challenged, Myla was kept away from the turmoil. Her overprotective guardian made certain that her little girl was kept safe. Because of this, Myla never really got to branch out and learn independence. She did not develop many friendships, and remained at her caretaker's side. She began to develop a sense of codependency on the elderly doe. During the time most fawnling's her age spent exploring and making connections, Myla spent it learning her foster's trade. Her only companions were the various herbs grown in the garden. It was around this time when her magic began to manifest. Being a commoner, the capacity for magic would only provide her peers with more ammunition to hurt her; Or at least that was how her talentless caretaker saw it. Myla, on the other hoof, was ecstatic to be blessed with such abilities. It was the only way she ever disobeyed her guardian: practicing her magic. When she was alone, and sure there were no prying eyes to see her, Myla would escape into the woods to practice her abilities. Not having a proper teacher, she was a slow learner and was not especially good, but she enjoyed the little feats she could achieve.

By the time she became a juvenile, Lord Rafe was crowned King and Donnaghan and Nuala were put to trial. The young doe would hear their patients whisper about it under their breaths, but never did she ask questions or participate in the gossip. As her adoptive parent told her, it was best not to concern themselves with matters that did not concern them. And she was content with gathering and growing herbs, and treating the ill and injured. In fact, it made her very happy. She had begun to take more responsibilities in her guardian's profession, and she was excelling in the trade. Occasionally she was given a cruel remark about the colors of her coat, but her progress kept her spirits up.

Near the end of her adolescence, war broke loose when King Rafe marched his troops to Haven. Myla was horrified, and with her guardian growing weaker and weaker with age, she was left to manage the apothecary on her own. And in year 768, her guardian passed away peacefully in her sleep, leaving her life's work in Myla's hooves. She was a fully fledged adult now, and left with the apothecary to run all by her lonesome. She missed her guardian terribly, and is deeply insecure about her position as a herbalist. She knows she remembers the names and properties of all the herbs, but she often crumbles under pressure. And without the old doe to console and encourage her, the isolation her dark pelt provided her only serves to further harm her self-confidence. Only time will tell if she learns to grow into her skin, and live up to her potential.

In-Game History + Skill Tracker
+4 Herbs - Help from the Herbalist
+3 Herbs - Start of a Journey