Étaín - [AY-teen] “jealous horse goddess”Gender:
Year 744 of the New Age (13-years-old)Height:
12.2hh Breed: %Fawnlings
ClassicDiscipline / Use
: The Western IslesColour:
Speed: 5 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 9 points max) Herd:
Stamina: 23 [Advanced Level]
Strength: 13 [Medium Level]
Magic: 0 [Basic Level]
Herbs: 0 [Basic Level]
+2 speed - base bonus
+3 stamina - base bonus
+5 strength - base bonus
+3 speed - starter bonus
+3 stamina - starter bonus
+5 strength - starter bonus
Blood and Dreams
+1 stamina - art - Blood and Dreams
+2 stamina - lit - 1000-1999 words - Blood and Dreams
Go Away Tor
+2 stamina - collab art - Tell me more, Tell me more
+4 stamina - collab lit - 2000+ words - Man, I feel like a Man
+2 strength - collab art - To Infinity and Beyond
+3 stamina - collab lit - 1000-1999 words - Falling with Style
+1 stamina - practicing/sparring/fighting with another Fawnling
+2 stamina - collab lit - 400-999 words - The Aftermath
+2 (+1 stamina, +1 strength) - collab art - Core of Gold
Windborne - Point Danger SplinterPosition:
Point Danger Splinter Group Leader Personality:
Serious, unimpressed, eternally grouchy. She dislikes any stag by default - you have to be pretty impressive and understanding if you want her to even give you the time of day. She’s quick to accept a challenge from a stag, and she won’t pull punches in a fight. Towards does, she is much more tolerant, even kind. She believes strongly in equality for does, and will fight for any doe who wants independence.History:
An unremarkable fawn, É was born to a flighty Windborne mother after she’d escaped the mainlands and sought sanctuary back on the Windborne island. There were plenty of rumours and gossip about who É’s father was, but they have never be confirmed.
Growing up, it was clear É was never going to be a pretty doe, and she was rather quiet. She rarely joined in any Fawnling games, and quite often they used to laugh and call her names. She had no apparent affinity for wind magic, a fact that only fueled the rumours of her heritage.
As she reached maturity and it was clear that she was going to grow a horn, the teasing only increased. By now, É was pretty good at ignoring taunts, and she simply accepted the first stag that claimed her for her first two rut seasons, since it was unlikely many stags would offer to take the ugly doe in.
Whispers about a rebel faction of does were starting to circulate in Étaín’s second adult year, and it was the first gossip that really interested the doe. She kept her ears open, and when her second foal was mature enough to cope on its own, she left the herd to join the splinter does on Point Danger.
This was when É really came out of her shell. She had an affinity for fighting that few does possessed, and she soon rose high in the ranks of the doe splinter herd as a protector and guardian.
Now É is in her prime, and the antler that caused her so much grief in her younger years is her greatest asset. She can box as well as any stag, and she’s even as large as most Windborne stags. She packs a punch, and when boxing just won’t deter a stag, she resorts to the use of her dangerous tine.
Shut up Tor.
Year 750: NPC Windborne Stag x Étaín = Tyr
Year 751: Fox
x Étaín = NPC Son
Year 757: Tor
x Étaín = Niké
Speed: 3 (max 7)
Strength: 6 (max 7)
+1 strength (heavy build)
+2 stamina - starter bonus
+2 strength - stater bonus
+1 experience - starter bonus
+2 stamina - sparring with Ket [art] fav.me/d5s16hv
+2 speed - sparring with Ket [lit] fav.me/d5s16pl
Story So Far...
Go away Tor:fav.me/d5yk8ln
Étaín and Ket are so full of manpoints:
Falling With Style
Étaín & Ket
Summer, Year 756 of the New Age
Windborne, Cockle Bay Beach - Point Danger
The sun was unbearable across her back, even the sweat dampening her coat and the ocean breeze did nothing to abate the burning touch of light. She was a big blocky dark doe, with a masculine profile that often had her mistaken for a stag. The single antler tine cast in ebony velvet growing from her forehead did nothing to dispel this typical first impression. It was already more than a foot long, and it would grow a few more inches yet this summer season.
Feathers coated her lower legs, long black mane and tail whipped around her as she moved, but her tattered ears were always focussed forward despite the distraction of flapping hair, her dark near-black eyes watching the feet of her opponent. They paced around each other, huffing, snorting, prancing. Occasionally one would dart in with a kic
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