Basic Information

Name: Rosaria
Nickname(s): None given yet
Gender: Doe
Age: 5 Years
Year of Birth: 755 of the New Age (Y755)
Height: 12hh (predicted 13.6hh by 10 years)
Build: Medium-Heavy
Phenotype: Grullo Partially Restricted Smoky Fawn
Genotype: EE/aa/nD/fwsfws/Rxrz
Eye Colour: Dark Brown
Design Sheet: #3 on femalefred.deviantart.com/art/…

Sire: Lucian, Soldier/Raider NPC (100% Blackwood)
Dam: Miette, Witch NPC (100% Blackwood)
Bloodline: 100% Blackwood
Magic Type: Black Magic (Inborn)
Familiar: Nightingale
First: Possession
Second: Unlearned/Needs training

Skill Points

Speed: 3 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 19 points max)
Stamina: 5 [Basic Level]
Strength: 5 [Basic Level]

Magic: 7 [Basic Level]
Herbs: 0 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown

+3 speed - base bonus
+3 stamina - base bonus
+3 strength - base bonus
+2 stamina - starter bonus
+2 strength - starter bonus
+7 magic - starter bonus

Herd Information

Herd: Blackwood
Herd Position: Aspiring Witch, to honor her Mother and Uir
Consort: Available
Fawn(s): None
Current Location: Roams with the seasons
Warmer Months: Along a stretch of The Red River, where the mountain range levels out a bit.

Colder Months: Will move further inland, towards the main herd.

Details

Personality: Heavy mood swings that take time to come out of. Rosaria is prone to switch from happy to agitated quite easily. Little things will set her off, like a fawn talking back or being sassy. She won’t strike out (unless it’s an adult with intent or some unfortunate shrubbery or tree), but it’ll take time and patience for her mood to settle back. She’s largely independent, or likes to think so. She ranges alone normally, for the quiet - but she yearns for company. Solitude isn’t something she enjoys to often, so she’s constantly out in search of friends. But don’t point that out, she’ll deny it all the way. She wants to do things herself, more often than not, for the satisfaction of being able to say, “I did that!” Which is why she practices her magic often. Most Blackwood fawns are manipulative, and so is Rosaria to an extent. She’s more likely to get some information or local gossip rather than play the game of ranks. She’s rather laid back most of the time, when not companion searching or throwing a tantrum, and strangely loves to go people watching. She’s odd that way, no one really knows what’s going on in her head. Is she planning a death, or just working up the nerve to come over?

Appearance: Her coat is stripped, dark grayish brown overlapping with dusty gold streaks. Her pelt comes in normal, with dark scars overlapping her flanks and shoulders from fights. Her eyes are dark and appearing cold, yet she’s friendly enough. Even though she’s got a heavy body type, she’s rather skinny. Close to a normal weight, yet she’s lacking the pounds needed for the winter. Her horn is twin pronged and curved with one large tine; three in total with her current age.

History: Born beneath the towering black pines, a little dark colored fawn struggled. Life was never easy, growing up within a decent walking range of the thick of the herd. It took awhile for the little fawn to find her legs, yet no time to find her voice. She was given the name ‘Rosaria’ once she could stand. Rose for how long it took, but for how beautiful she was (in her mother’s eyes). Aria for her singing (more like the bleats and cries of joy, again to her mother). Once she was off, Rosaria kept growing. When meeting the other fawns, rather than playing with the little fillies she was a bruiser. Always rough housing with the colts, once she could convince them that she wasn’t a push over. Took a while, until they pushed her with teasing words. She’d barreled into the first colt she could grab. After that, they didn’t question or tease her again. Unless she lost.

Once Rosaria was a little braver and a little bolder, not to mention older, she’d travel more with her friends. Young bucks and hinds, her group switched depending on the area and he risk of danger. Her rough and tumble start to life would never end, but it would slow down as she got older. Her mother played a good part in her life, keeping her from the trouble and danger. It was on a cool spring day, when the does were fawning, the wolves had come in. She was nearly two now, but still small. The wolf had fallen on the duo, scaring her and snapping. It was a violent fight, one she bleated at heavily as her mother kicked and swung her hooves. Rosaria came away unscathed, but her mother would have the scars to prove the fight.

(Gonna end off there, just in case someone else gets her. I’m planning to flesh her out completely, with stories to go along with each event as she ages. Also my second bid for the Halloween Auctions, but I’m favoriting this girl more.)

Planed Major Events (Rps/Lit):

Playing with the Boys:

Wolf Attack:

First Possession: (Will explain Familiar)

Meeting the Father:

Coming of Age:

Healing Process:

Eventually - Finding a Consort, Having a Fawn, Losing Parent(s), Becoming a Witch/Mastering Possession, Learning a New Trade.

Just a few to list, because you never know who’ll pop up for an unexpected Rp!

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I had so much fun doing this, which I didn't think I would. Normally not a violent person, but it's an important stage in a BW's life you don't hear about to often. Plus my first 'deer' fight, which felt weird. I need to work on some things, but that's the beauty of writing; it can always be improved!

If I left anything out, someone wanna lemme know?

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