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Description
Basic Information
Name: Chrysafénios
Pronunciation: Kris-a-fen-yoze
Meaning: Golden
Also Called: Chrysa

Breed: Fawnling
Body Type: Light
Height: (predicted to be about 10-11hh)
Phenotype: Sooty Palomino (with silver)
Genotype: ee/aa/nCr/nZ/nSty/nfw/nrz
Eye Color: Deep brown (with slight red tint, not actually red)
Original Design: Fawn Design

Gender: Doe
Age: 1
Born: Late Summer/Early Autumn, Year 757 of the New Age
Herd: Born a renegade; Adopted into Silverthorne
Position: Fawn
Magic Type: Fire (limited to basic)

Sire: Anarawd
Dam: Igétis
Proof Of Breeding: fav.me/d5ypczc
Bloodline: 25% Glenmore | 25% Blackwood | 50% Silverthorne
Sibling(s): Several half-siblings
Mate: None
Offspring: None

Appearance:
She's still a baby but she's a cute one, and of a lovely, somewhat unique color. A coat that looks to have begun a perfect golden palomino is dusted with dark dapples given to her by her mother's sooty coloring. The sooty has also played with the colors of her mane as well. Her tail starts out a perfect creamy white but toward the end it quickly fades to a deep muddy chocolate color. Her mane itself is chocolate, fading to a creamy tan at the ends. Dark points line her face and a faded dorsal stripe runs down her slender back, a rare occurrence caused by the sooty. Her eyes are a lovely, deep red-brown color that seem to reflect the same firey spirit of her mother. While her body is still lanky and uncoordinated, she shows the potential of growing up to be a truly stunning doe.
Personality:
Energetic - "Let's play again!"
Chrysa is not unlike other healthy fawns. She has abundant energy and is always wanting to play. It isn't rare to see her prancing around, running circles around trees, or just leaping about like a rabbit. She is always making up new games and dragging her friends to play with her.

Inquisitive - "Why?"
She wants to know everything about anything. Chrysa seems to think that it is her job to learn every fact that there is to be known. She is always asking questions and has been known to ask questions about your answers to her questions, and so forth. She won't hesitate to ask when something doesn't make sense to her and she never lies. If she doesn't understand, she will freely tell you, and push and nag you until she is finally able to grasp whatever it is she is trying to learn that day.

Explorative - "Oh what's over there? I haven't been that way before."
This little girl sees the world as a marvel that is there for her discovery. Everything catches her interest and it isn't uncommon for her to run off in random directions to look at something new she thinks she has seen. She is constantly wanting to explore her world and hates being confined. She is a sneaky thing and is good at slipping out of her guardians' sight if she is not watched closely. She's not easy to keep track of and will run off without a single warning, not caring about potential danger. The good thing though is that she so closely observes the things around her that she has not once gotten lost, always able to pick her way back the exact path she took to get there.

Sociable - "What's your name friend?"
This little fawn is always making friends. To her, everyone is a friend and she is rarely shy about meeting anyone. She will happily prance up to any new face and introduce herself, immediately asking for their name and assuming that if they tell her, they are her friend now. She doesn't know the rules of personal space and is known to get a little close for comfort for some others. She just loves to be around others. She can seem a bit clingy at times. She hates to be alone for very long. Possibly due to her being abandoned as a newborn. The only time she is ever away from someone else is when she is exploring, but as soon as her distracted mind re-focuses on reality, she quickly goes back to find her friends and family.

Strong-Willed - "But I don't want to!"
You could call her stubborn, that would fit her rather well. When she had made her mind up, it is nearly impossible to change it. She is very forward and pushes her ideas and thoughts until the others just give in and accept whatever it is she is fighting for. She doesn't give up easily and has been known to sit in one place for nearly a whole day to prove her point. This baby's got a will of stone.
Plot and Story
Key:
= Spring
= Summer
= Autumn
= Winter
History:
Year 757 of the New Age
The small doe’s sandy-gold coat was lathered in sweat and caked in dirt. The ground where she lay was trampled on, not a blade of grass standing upward, all crushed from constant pacing and thrashing about. Her whole body ached from head to hoof and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. The job was done though, she had be-rid herself of the burden. Soon she would be on her way and the only memory of that night would be out of her life...
A tiny bleat from behind her caused her to pin her ears back slightly in annoyance. She painfully lifted her head up to see the tiny fawn laying behind her, looking at her with huge, almost red eyes. She could tell she would have a beautiful golden coat when she grew older, as well as gold and silver hair. The doe smiled to herself. Yes, indeed the Silverthorne herd would gladly take a fawn of such colors.
Another soft bleat begged her to stand and feed the newborn fawn. Though this seemed a waste of energy, she couldn’t quite fight the motherly instincts that told her how she should care for this fragile life. With a deep sigh she stood and watched as the fawn struggled to stand herself. First one chocolate leg, then another, and then she had scooted to her hooves. She stood with legs spread far apart for a moment, lanky limbs wobbling unsurely. Igétis rolled her eyes as the fawn slowly moved step by step to her side to receive her first taste of milk.
Too tired to embark on the harsh journey back over the range, Igé decided to stay for the first day. She payed little attention to the small fawn, even when she wandered off. She didn’t care enough to call to her when she wandered out of sight. She figured if she got lost and something ate her, it was her own fault. Amazingly enough though, the golden fawn always managed to find her way back to her inpatient mother just in time for another meal. Igé reluctantly allowed her to feed while she was still there, but only when she felt like it.
Two days after the fawn’s birth, she was growing more restless and all the more annoying to her tired mother who only wanted to rest. She was bolder too, wandering off for longer periods of time, exploring farther from her dam, and even more so, bugging the grumpy doe even more. Once or twice Igé was provoked to lash out at the fawn. She was never truly hurt, though she was knocked off her hooves several times, which did harm her pride.
Once when the fawn returned to her dam’s resting place, drawn to do so by a hungry tummy, she found that the pale doe was nowhere to be found. Igé left to return to her own home in the shadows of the Blackwood forests, not even looking back once. She had no conscience to tell her she was doing the wrong thing, and she didn’t feel ashamed at all for leaving the fawn. If she was lucky, a member of the herd would find her, if not, something would eat her or she would starve to death. All were parts of life, and the thought of her own daughter dyeing didn’t upset her at all. Perhaps it was better she didn’t have to suffer through life. Life was cruel to the weak, to the helpless, to the young fawns. She would know.
The golden fawn wobbled on tiny, chocolate legs that were still unsure of the rough terrain. A quite bleat echoed around her, one of concern and even fear as she realized she was alone. For the last few days, which to a newborn fawn seemed like a few months, she had known that she could depend on her dam to be laying in her shady spot beside the boulders, but she was nowhere to be seen. She sniffed around, as if making sure she was in the right place. Yes, her mother’s scent mixed with the familiar smell of smoke filled this place. She was here once, but not any more.
With a tiny grunt she plopped onto the ground where her dam always lay. Though there was always the chance that she would return, the fawn somehow knew that she would never see the grumpy doe again... not any time soon anyways. A light stream of tears trickled down her dark face. With a quiet whimper she curled up into a tiny ball, her tail wrapped tight around her body, and closed her firey red eyes.

To be continued.
Following Stories/Role Plays:
Year 757 of the New Age
Year 758 of the New Age
RP Stats

Affiliation: Silverthorne
Current Location: Silverthorne (until spring 759, then Windborn)
Fight Stats:
Overall: 10
Speed: 7
Stamina: 3
Strength: 0
Experience: 0

Herb Lore Level: 0
No Level - She definitely has a lot of learning to do yet, and a lot of experimenting. Let's just hope she doesn't get herself into too much trouble testing out the different plants.
Magic Level: 7 [capped at 9 because of crossbreeding]
No Level - She is still a baby and therefore has not discovered her magic as of yet. Even so, her magic is not her strong spot and she will be lucky if she even learns to do the simplest of things.

Breakdown of Stats:
Base bonus = +7 speed
Base bonus = +3 stamina
Inherited bonus = +7 magic

Description
Basic Information
Name: Chrysafénios
Pronunciation: Kris-a-fen-yoze
Meaning: Golden
Also Called: Chrysa

Breed: Fawnling
Body Type: Light
Height: (predicted to be about 10-11hh)
Phenotype: Sooty Palomino (with silver)
Genotype: ee/aa/nCr/nZ/nSty/nfw/nrz
Eye Color: Deep brown (with slight red tint, not actually red)
Original Design: Fawn Design

Gender: Doe
Age: 1
Born: Late Summer/Early Autumn, Year 757 of the New Age
Herd: Born a renegade; Adopted into Silverthorne
Position: Fawn
Magic Type: Fire (limited to basic)

Sire: Anarawd
Dam: Igétis
Proof Of Breeding: fav.me/d5ypczc
Bloodline: 25% Glenmore | 25% Blackwood | 50% Silverthorne
Sibling(s): Several half-siblings
Mate: None
Offspring: None

Appearance:
She's still a baby but she's a cute one, and of a lovely, somewhat unique color. A coat that looks to have begun a perfect golden palomino is dusted with dark dapples given to her by her mother's sooty coloring. The sooty has also played with the colors of her mane as well. Her tail starts out a perfect creamy white but toward the end it quickly fades to a deep muddy chocolate color. Her mane itself is chocolate, fading to a creamy tan at the ends. Dark points line her face and a faded dorsal stripe runs down her slender back, a rare occurrence caused by the sooty. Her eyes are a lovely, deep red-brown color that seem to reflect the same firey spirit of her mother. While her body is still lanky and uncoordinated, she shows the potential of growing up to be a truly stunning doe.
Personality:
Energetic - "Let's play again!"
Chrysa is not unlike other healthy fawns. She has abundant energy and is always wanting to play. It isn't rare to see her prancing around, running circles around trees, or just leaping about like a rabbit. She is always making up new games and dragging her friends to play with her.

Inquisitive - "Why?"
She wants to know everything about anything. Chrysa seems to think that it is her job to learn every fact that there is to be known. She is always asking questions and has been known to ask questions about your answers to her questions, and so forth. She won't hesitate to ask when something doesn't make sense to her and she never lies. If she doesn't understand, she will freely tell you, and push and nag you until she is finally able to grasp whatever it is she is trying to learn that day.

Explorative - "Oh what's over there? I haven't been that way before."
This little girl sees the world as a marvel that is there for her discovery. Everything catches her interest and it isn't uncommon for her to run off in random directions to look at something new she thinks she has seen. She is constantly wanting to explore her world and hates being confined. She is a sneaky thing and is good at slipping out of her guardians' sight if she is not watched closely. She's not easy to keep track of and will run off without a single warning, not caring about potential danger. The good thing though is that she so closely observes the things around her that she has not once gotten lost, always able to pick her way back the exact path she took to get there.

Sociable - "What's your name friend?"
This little fawn is always making friends. To her, everyone is a friend and she is rarely shy about meeting anyone. She will happily prance up to any new face and introduce herself, immediately asking for their name and assuming that if they tell her, they are her friend now. She doesn't know the rules of personal space and is known to get a little close for comfort for some others. She just loves to be around others. She can seem a bit clingy at times. She hates to be alone for very long. Possibly due to her being abandoned as a newborn. The only time she is ever away from someone else is when she is exploring, but as soon as her distracted mind re-focuses on reality, she quickly goes back to find her friends and family.

Strong-Willed - "But I don't want to!"
You could call her stubborn, that would fit her rather well. When she had made her mind up, it is nearly impossible to change it. She is very forward and pushes her ideas and thoughts until the others just give in and accept whatever it is she is fighting for. She doesn't give up easily and has been known to sit in one place for nearly a whole day to prove her point. This baby's got a will of stone.
Plot and Story
Key:
= Spring
= Summer
= Autumn
= Winter
History:
Year 757 of the New Age
The small doe’s sandy-gold coat was lathered in sweat and caked in dirt. The ground where she lay was trampled on, not a blade of grass standing upward, all crushed from constant pacing and thrashing about. Her whole body ached from head to hoof and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. The job was done though, she had be-rid herself of the burden. Soon she would be on her way and the only memory of that night would be out of her life...
A tiny bleat from behind her caused her to pin her ears back slightly in annoyance. She painfully lifted her head up to see the tiny fawn laying behind her, looking at her with huge, almost red eyes. She could tell she would have a beautiful golden coat when she grew older, as well as gold and silver hair. The doe smiled to herself. Yes, indeed the Silverthorne herd would gladly take a fawn of such colors.
Another soft bleat begged her to stand and feed the newborn fawn. Though this seemed a waste of energy, she couldn’t quite fight the motherly instincts that told her how she should care for this fragile life. With a deep sigh she stood and watched as the fawn struggled to stand herself. First one chocolate leg, then another, and then she had scooted to her hooves. She stood with legs spread far apart for a moment, lanky limbs wobbling unsurely. Igétis rolled her eyes as the fawn slowly moved step by step to her side to receive her first taste of milk.
Too tired to embark on the harsh journey back over the range, Igé decided to stay for the first day. She payed little attention to the small fawn, even when she wandered off. She didn’t care enough to call to her when she wandered out of sight. She figured if she got lost and something ate her, it was her own fault. Amazingly enough though, the golden fawn always managed to find her way back to her inpatient mother just in time for another meal. Igé reluctantly allowed her to feed while she was still there, but only when she felt like it.
Two days after the fawn’s birth, she was growing more restless and all the more annoying to her tired mother who only wanted to rest. She was bolder too, wandering off for longer periods of time, exploring farther from her dam, and even more so, bugging the grumpy doe even more. Once or twice Igé was provoked to lash out at the fawn. She was never truly hurt, though she was knocked off her hooves several times, which did harm her pride.
Once when the fawn returned to her dam’s resting place, drawn to do so by a hungry tummy, she found that the pale doe was nowhere to be found. Igé left to return to her own home in the shadows of the Blackwood forests, not even looking back once. She had no conscience to tell her she was doing the wrong thing, and she didn’t feel ashamed at all for leaving the fawn. If she was lucky, a member of the herd would find her, if not, something would eat her or she would starve to death. All were parts of life, and the thought of her own daughter dyeing didn’t upset her at all. Perhaps it was better she didn’t have to suffer through life. Life was cruel to the weak, to the helpless, to the young fawns. She would know.
The golden fawn wobbled on tiny, chocolate legs that were still unsure of the rough terrain. A quite bleat echoed around her, one of concern and even fear as she realized she was alone. For the last few days, which to a newborn fawn seemed like a few months, she had known that she could depend on her dam to be laying in her shady spot beside the boulders, but she was nowhere to be seen. She sniffed around, as if making sure she was in the right place. Yes, her mother’s scent mixed with the familiar smell of smoke filled this place. She was here once, but not any more.
With a tiny grunt she plopped onto the ground where her dam always lay. Though there was always the chance that she would return, the fawn somehow knew that she would never see the grumpy doe again... not any time soon anyways. A light stream of tears trickled down her dark face. With a quiet whimper she curled up into a tiny ball, her tail wrapped tight around her body, and closed her firey red eyes.

To be continued.
Following Stories/Role Plays:
Year 757 of the New Age
Year 758 of the New Age
RP Stats

Affiliation: Silverthorne
Current Location: Silverthorne (until spring 759, then Windborn)
Fight Stats:
Overall: 10
Speed: 7
Stamina: 3
Strength: 0
Experience: 0

Herb Lore Level: 0
No Level - She definitely has a lot of learning to do yet, and a lot of experimenting. Let's just hope she doesn't get herself into too much trouble testing out the different plants.
Magic Level: 7 [capped at 9 because of crossbreeding]
No Level - She is still a baby and therefore has not discovered her magic as of yet. Even so, her magic is not her strong spot and she will be lucky if she even learns to do the simplest of things.

Breakdown of Stats:
Base bonus = +7 speed
Base bonus = +3 stamina
Inherited bonus = +7 magic