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Description
Basic Information
Name: Thoridian ( Thor- i-day-an)
Nick Name: Thor, Dain
Gender: Satg/ Colt
Age: depicted as five months old
Year of Birth: 759 summer of the New Age
Height: 10.1 hh (predicted hight)
Build: Medium
Description: Well-built and muscular Thoridian will become quite a handsome stag. He has a strong well-proportioned neck, and a well chiseled face with ears that curve inward slightly. He has large humorous brown eyes that always seem to sparkle with laughter and mischief. He has strong study legs that are sure and nimble which help him traverse the rocky territory of windborne. He has thick sleek fur that keeps him warm in the harsher climate of Windborne.
Phenotype: Liver Chestnut Roan
Genotype: ee/Aa/nRn/Fwfw/rzrz
Eye Colour: Dark chocolate brown
Design Sheet: # 6
Sire: Frothenor ( Fourth- en- ore)
Dam: Dayrainis (Day- rain- es)
Bloodline: Windborne
Magic Type: Air magic
Use: The western Isles role play
relationships:
Forthenor: sire (unknown)
Dayrainis: Dam (Deceased)
Layria: Adopted Dam
Skill Points
Skill Points
Speed: 2 [No Level] (Build Cap: 15 points max)
Stamina: 4 [No Level]
Strength: 4 [No Level]
Magic: 0 [No Level]
Herbs: 0 [No Level]
Experience: 0
Breakdown
+2 speed - base bonus
+4 stamina - base bonus
+4 strength - base bonus
Herd Information
Herd: Cape Splinter
Herd Position: Member
Details
Personality:
Outspoken: Thoridain is rather opinionated, and he likes to make his opinions herd. His love of talking, his energetic attitude, and his easily likeable appearance and voice seem to get people to listen.
Bragging: Thoridain has a knack for bragging about himself. Laurianne raised him in a way that taught him that he was the best thing on The Western Isles. So believing what he was taught he has a way of flaunting himself around and boosting his already inflated ego.
Stubborn: Thoridian can be rather a pain in the butt. He has an annoying way of ignoring directions, and deciding to do his own thing. He enjoys his own rules, and will plant his feet firmly in the ground and not budge.
Rashness: Thoridian at times can be rather rash, and act with out thinking it all through. He can do things without due consideration.
Cocky: Dain is rather full of himself. He holds himself in some high esteem. He thinks he is the bees knees, and that he’s is always the winner.
Trouble maker: Dain is quite the trouble maker. He loves to wreak havoc, and cause mayhem. His quick and clever wits lend him some rather harebrained ideas that usually cause a rather large amount of trouble.
Clever: Dain has a quite a quick brain that leads to many crazy ideas, and plans. It also lands him in lots of trouble at time, seeing as his wit runs away with is clever tongue.
Annoying: With his clever wit and quick tongue Dain can be rather a pain. His obnoxiously adorable face can often intrude into others bubble, and his jokester sense of being can get under many people’s skin.
Class clown: Dain has an unquenchable sense of humor that can get anyone laughing. His outgoing easy going nature lends its self to the bunch, and causes him to be quite a comedian.
Outgoing: He is always ready to interact with others. He loves to talk maybe a bit much, but he is so friendly and bubbly you can’t resist a chat with him.
Haughty: Thoridain holds himself in some in an air of himself being above others; he can at times behave superior and condescending to others.
Charming: With his lovable cuteness, annoyingly adorable wittiness, and his outgoing talkativeness, it isn’t too hard for him to charm the wits out of people. His dazzlingly flattery, happy go lucky energy, and his joking lax funniness lend its self to his bright charming attitude.
Sassy: His quick wit and stubborn attitude really help him appear and act as sassy as one can be. He has quite an attitude that can at time anger people, and get under their skin.
Intuitive: Thoridain has a knack for reading people. He seems to understand how different people act, which in his case is perfect for him to find what really gets under peoples skin.
History: Dayrainis was a timid, quite, and dainty doe; that kept to herself, and let others push her around, and tell her what to do. Her whole life was dominated by males; first it was her father, then her brother, then her mate. Dayrainis was five when she was taken as the mate to Frothenor. Forthenor was one of those stags all the does went after, for on the surface he seemed brave, charming, personable, and selfless. Dayrainis was happy, and content with her knew mate. Life seemed perfect, and full of happiness. Yet life always seems to turn on a dime. By early winter Dayrainis knew she was pregnant. After that things started going downhill. Frothenor became controlling he would not let Dayrainis out of his sight for one minute. If she did anything remotely incorrect he would become horribly angry, and fly at the small timid doe. When he was in a bad mood or anything went slightly wrong he would take it out on the doe. The poor docile little doe had no idea what she had done wrong; she had no idea that the stag had only taken her as a mate to use her, and abuse her. She was no longer allowed to go see her family or her friends. She was forced to stay at Frothenor’s side at all times. No one ever noticed the beaten doe for she was always hidden away when people came to visit. No one ever noticed the bruises and cut on the small little creature. Except for her brother; her brother had always been the one that had been there for her; he had always looked after her, and cared for her. One day he had gone off on a stroll when he got a quick glimpse of her, all beaten and scared. He soon became wary of Frothenor believing he was abuseing his beloved sister.
As every day passed and Dayrainis’ stomach became bigger and bigger she began to worry for the little fawn that dwelled inside her. She feared for her child not wanting the little one to begin life in such a horrible atmosphere with such a horrible father. When Dayrainis felt that it was soon time to give birth to the little fawn, she left. She fled from the Main herd to the Point Splinter herd. Yet before she could reach the herd she began to give birth. After many months of abuse the doe’s body was weak, and unstable. Dayrainis was weak and half alive after giving birth to the little fawn.
Frothenor angered by the disobedience of his mate went after the pregnant doe. He was close behind the doe, and found only minutes after she had given birth. Full of uncontrollable rage the stag attacked Dayrainis. Weak from giving birth and constant travelling she was helpless against the stag. Dayrainis stood no chance against the fearsome blows, she soon rain of strength and closed her eyes forever. Full of fear and anger Frothenor fled never to be seen again. The little colt was left lying next to the still body of his mother.
The little fawn was blessed with luck for a young Doe named Layria who had just lost her own child to sickness stumbled upon the weak starving colt. The young doe took the little fawn into her care. She named him Thoridian after her father who had died heroically protecting a fawn. She taught Thoridian the ways of life, and told him the stories of old. As Thoridian grew her became quite a trouble maker. His knack at causing trouble, and somehow never being blamed for it boosted his confidence to continue wreaking havoc. During his short life much political happenings were going on. A few years back the two splinter herds had begun an alliance. At the moment the main herd and the Alliance were as at war. Yet none of this is particularly important to those of young energetic minds.
Laryia raised Thoridian in the beliefs that he was something special which boosted his large ego even more. Layria taught him to treat others with respect, but more so to your elders and to males. Laryia was not particularly sexist she had just been brought up to believing males were superior to females, and so she raised Thoridian by those standards as well. Thoridian looked up to Laryia greatly. He believed she knew everything about everything. Lyria was well liked in the Cape Splinter herd; she was friendly, outgoing, and talkative. The herd also liked Thoridian they found his stubbornly laughable cuteness quite amusing.
When Thoridian was five months old Layria toled him of his mother’s death Thoridian was astounded, confused, and furious. After learning of how his true mother died his belief on how females should be treated changed. He began to think that all are equal no matter what their sex.
Learning of his mother's death Thoridian found he had a great hole in his heart. The hole was deep and cold. Sadness filled him for he had lost his mother to a raging stag that was his father. The hole in his heart is deep and sad, and it will take great love and power to med such a wound.
Story:
It was dark. Oh so dark. He couldn’t see. The fog kept coming the darkness thickening like oily ink. The fog crawled forward inching its self over the dark ground. The fog so thick he couldn’t breathe; it wouldn’t stop it never wavered it had only one way, and that was forward. Run he had to run, but when he ran he seemed to go nowhere. He was running full speed yet he never seemed to move an inch. Then the screaming started; high pitched and eerie it shook and chilled him all the way to his bone. He needed to save them he needed to get to them, and help them. The fog kept coming closer, closer, and closer. He needed to get away. The screaming got louder and louder, the fog crept closer and closer; he needed to get away from the fog, but he couldn’t move. The fog slowly slithered toward him, creeping along the ground. Then it was all around him covering his nose, mouth, and eyes. He couldn’t breathe; he needed air. He needed to get away. He couldn’t see; the screaming was getting louder and louder and his lungs burning he writhed and squirmed. Everything went black. He woke with a jolt. He was panting hard his breathing was ragged, and fast. He was shivering even though he felt clammy and hot. Thoridain looked over to where Layria lay; her sides rising and falling with her long slow breaths. She was fast asleep. Thoridian shook his head trying to clear it; he had had this same exact dream every night for the past month or so; it was catching up to him. He struggled falling asleep every night, and he was barely awake during the day, but he was too scared to fall asleep, and encounter the frightening dream again. He needed them gone forever for the pain from listening to the screaming and horrible suffocation was slowly tearing him down within.
