Basajuan | Stag | Soldier

~BASAJUAN~

Basic Information

Name: Basajuan

Nickname: Juan, Juanito

Gender: Stag

Age: 27

Year of Birth: 749 of the New Age

Height: 12hh

Build: Medium-Heavy

Phenotype: Sooty Golden Champagne Restricted Fawn

Genotype: ee/A^tA/ChCh/nSty/fwfw/Rxrz

Eye Colour: Amber

Design Sheet: Fawnlings September Pool #46

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Sire: Will not be named, NPC. Deceased.

Dam: Leto (39 yo, 100% Silverthorne, 10hh, Medium build. Ex-Firebringer.), Elderly Doe. Symptoms close to Alzheimer’s. Generally doesn’t remember her son, or recognize him as he is now. Partially blind, has a constant nurse companion doe by the name of Esti (23 yo, 100% Silverthorne, 10.1hh, Medium build, Ee/Aa/nSty/Fwfw)

Relatives:

• Rhinestone (PC, Maternal cousin, Ee/Aa/ff/ZZ/Fwfw. Played by HayleyWolf )

• Abellona (PC, Maternal cousin, Ee/A+a/ff/nZ/nP/fwfw. Played by mangomoose )

• Savalya (PC, Maternal cousin, Ee/AA^t/nCr/nD/nSty/fwfw/nrz. Played by ThePaisley )

• Branthus (NPC, Half-Brother, 28 yo, Soldier. Honorable, caring, family oriented. Has son, Branson (11 yo, 100% Silverthorne), with constant companion, Meldoi (27 yo, 100% Silverthorne). Tends to avoid interacting with his younger half-brother, as he thinks he is a disrespectful waste of time.)

Acquaintances:
Nicola (PC, Savalya's Paternal Cousin, Ee/AA/nCr/StySty/fwfw/RxRx. Played by AK-Outstanding )

Offspring: Juan has fawns scattered far and wide, as he really doesn’t see a point in keeping track of the unintended results of his conquests. The oldest is likely around 16, not that he cares.

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Bloodline: 100% Silverthorne

Magic Type: Fire

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Skill Points
Speed: 1 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 15 points max)
Stamina: 8 [Basic Level]
Strength: 10 [Medium Level]

Magic: 8 [Basic Level]
Herbs: 1 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

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

Roleplay:
Learning to Burn
+1 Magic - lit - 400-999 words - Here

Of Pranks and Lessons
+4 Magic - collab lit - 2000+ words - Of Pranks and Lessons
+2 Magic - training/sparring with a Fawnling of higher level

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Herd Information:

Herd: Silverthorne

Herd Position: Soldier

Mate(s): None

Current Location: Generally found around Silvervale, and the Silver Woods in his large tree root and stone cave. He does slowly meander about during rut, so he is more likely to be out and about and kicking in heads during that time.

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Personality:

Negatives:

Brash, loud, arrogant, self-entitled, confident, aggressive, obnoxious, blunt, surprisingly conniving and sly when the situation calls for it.

Positives:

Charming (oozingly so), Intelligent (shockingly), extremely protective of does, patient, gorgeous (he and the rest of the world seem to agree), dauntless, meticulous.

Detailed Personality:

Juan is a hard headed, loud stag with a real sense and confidence of his place in the world, he has fought for this stability, and treasures it. He does not like massive changes, but is flexible enough to be able to handle them with only a little loud complaining. When he does not get his way, he is not above sneakily and snidely manipulating those around him to get his way. He is notoriously blunt, and utterly dauntless in battle or in defense of those he sees as weaker than himself. He can be patient, meticulous, and extremely detailed, but it almost always focussed on himself, or those he deems as worth his time.

His anger at those stags who would take advantage of a doe against her will is absolute. May the Gods help you if he sees this happening, or has proof that it has occurred, and all his gorgeous burly might will be in your face, likely with antlers leading the way.

Personality Foibles:

- Absolutely loathes any sort of spider, rodent, or pest that could crawl in his mane or hair.

- Sleeps on a slightly raised stone platform with carefully selected pine boughs to avoid pests/insects while resting.

- Has a habit of snorting derisively when confronted with someone he thinks is an idiot.

- When chatting with someone he doesn’t respect, he will look or even turn away from the fawnling to show his disdain.

- Thoroughly enjoys flowers, particularly those with pleasant scents to sweeten his den.

- Lives in the bottom of a massive old tree that had formed its roots around a huge boulder, said boulder was then destroyed by a rock fall and left a root cave large enough to live in which is decorated with the antlers of his prior enemies.

- Is a bit of a gourmet and enjoys sweet feed the best.

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Appearance: Basajuan is a tall, muscle bound stag with a huge set of spiked branching antlers, and copious amounts of flowing lightly curling hair. Like most larger stags, his neck is extremely cresty, with a smallish skull, his shoulders are heavy, and sloping. His legs are long, albeit thick, with large hooves, somehow managing to hold up his massive self with little effort, the musculature of his build extremely obvious. His antlers reach back past the point of his hip, with long thick tines, both sets of which show small spike-like protrusions. Before branching back, they curl down around his ears, forming oddly platelike shields to either side of his neck. His brow sports two sharp chevron like spikes, allowing for him to headbutt his opponents with little damage to his own skull.

    Juan takes personal cleanliness extremely seriously, he is ALWAYS immaculately groomed, and even goes as far as finding shall pools of water, or springs to bathe in. He spends hours keeping all of his glorious hair carefully coiffed (with the aid of his mother’s nurse), however, he is not so obsessed that he stops his daily life or pursuit of does.

    Juan sports a number of small scars along his neck and shoulders, most of which have been carefully tended to avoid significant damage to his hide. These are almost always a result of fighting over does, sparring with other stags, or attacks from predators.

    Juan has a number of hair ties in the form of circles of wood, the center having been painstakingly burnt out so they would be hollow and useable to hold his hair back (his mother made them on one of her better days). The extra ones are normally kept in his cave, on the shelves he’s dug out of the dirt walls. On his antlers, there are a number of sinew ties he normally hangs teeth, feathers or shiny bits from, just to give himself a little more bling...not that he needs it.

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History:

Foalhood: Basajuan was born as the result of his mother’s rape by an Silverthorne stag. The flashbacks and sheer effect it has had on the doe coloured much of his formative years, and has left him with an extremely strong sense of revulsion for any who would commit such an act. From his earliest memories, he had noted his mother’s own aversion to him, even looking at him seemed to cause her intense pain. It wasn’t until he became more self aware and simply asked that he discovered he was almost a carbon copy of the stag, and that truly, she would see her attacker in him every single time. Before he was even old enough to grow a set of single tines, he vowed to avenge his mother, and make amends to the faults of his sire.

Youth: As he grew larger and larger, so did his confidence, he realized that more than a few of the young does seemed to be extremely interested in him, as such he became more and more confident in his looks, his athleticism, and strength. At five years of age, he successfully courted and sired two fawns to wandering does.

As Juan grew he became to stray, sliding to cruelty and anger too easily. Raised without a true role model, and having no stags about worth mentioning for himself or his half brother, he attached himself to the more aggressive and strongly capable stags in the herd, idolizing the soldiers and those in charge. Through the years, he concentrated on maintaining himself, getting bigger, stronger, and better, pushing himself to levels he’d never would have tried if left to his own devices.

Even through his constant striving to be the best, he kept within his head the focus of destroying the one who killed the life within his dam. In his fifth year, he found his father, a wanderer and well known brute that was known for terrorizing the does during the rut. Being still too young and without a truly decent rack, he approached the stag with friendship, then waited and bided his time, keeping tabs on the massive stag and hiding his true lineage even as he gained the trust of the one he planned to destroy.

Adulthood: At the age of ten, he killed his own sire.

Solid in body, solid in mind, he had finally matured, finally gained the size, and abilities to properly deal with the filth that had stained his and his dam’s lives for so long. In the silence of the forest, hidden under the guise of a rutting spar, he struck down his sire, murmuring into his ear his true purpose and his renouncing the worm as any sort of relation. In those final moments, he could FEEL the redemption, and reveled in it.

The deed done and under the cover of night, he returned home, his hide still lightly flecked with the last blood of his sire. When his dam’s eyes met his own, he knew she was aware enough in that moment to feel the thrill of relief, even as the lucidity faded and was replaced by the vagueness normally within her, he knew she was finally free. His sire's broken antlers still decorate a spot above the entry to his cave.

Now, in between his constant responsibilities (drills, training, etc), mostly while on patrol, he tends to wander, chatting as he will, and doing what he always wanted to - fighting (during the rut, of course), bragging, and being the biggest and best stag ever. He is, for the most part, entirely content with his current lot in life, and will vehemently avoid any large changes to it.

History Facts:

- His mother suffers from a degenerative memory disease that stops her from recalling much of her more recent memories, and often forgets that she has two sons or any other relations.

- His mother has a helper named Esti that takes care of the elderly doe.

- Goes home to his mother’s den as often as possible, if only to try and remind her that she has a son, and that he loves her dearly (not that he says this anywhere else).

- His mother, when lucid, shows extreme guilt in the lengths that she knows her son went to avenge her, though she shows this only around Esti.

- Enjoys making the babies, less so taking care of them. He will not, however, deny a doe if he knows the foal to be his, nor deny a fawn a father, as he never had one himself. For the most part, fawns are the results of conquests and nothing more, as he tends to wander and not stick around.

- Once found a nest of spiders in his tail, and screamed blood murder while stomping on his own hair.

- Is a severe disappointment to his mother with his lack of magical ability, she had hoped for him to follow her as a Firebringer. Her other son, Branthus, shows exceptional skill in the magical arts.

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Roleplays:

+1 Magic - lit - 400-999 words - Learning to Burn

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