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Name: Pacino
Gender: Female-cis
Age: Young Adult
Species: Common
Height: 3 feet at the shoulder
Weight: 100lb
Appearance:
Pacino sports large, doe eyes. They glisten in the forest light. Her fur is both short and soft. Her legs are strong and nimble, able to take her far from danger. Her frame represents a more feminine physique. She has a minor scar on her front left leg, but it is hidden behind the fur growth around it.
Herd: Agartha
Task: Cleric
Rank: 1: Disciplus
~ * Personality * ~
Positive
Compassionate - Conscientious - Disciplined
Compassionate: She cares for others, especially those that have fallen. She wished to heal their spirits to set them free from the forest. She feels it is her job to heal those that are hurt and set free the souls of those that have passed. She is seen regularly praying in the forest and using herbs and to try and cleanse the area.
Conscientious - Through her rowdy childhood, Pacino has learned to be very digilent in her behavior. She doesn't like to step out of bounds and much prefers to be cautious of how she is perceived. She performs her jobs thoroughly and with due care.
Disciplined - Never stepping out of bounds and always following orders. Pacino is seen as disciplined in both her work and her behavior.
Neutral
Careful - Cautious - Folksy
Careful - Never stepping out of bounds again. Pacino is very carefully in the way she acts and how she behaves
Cautious - As much as Pacino is careful she is also cautious. She doesn't like to step out of bounds and will watch her own behavior and steps with the utmost concern. She will never act out again, according to her.
Folksy - Pacino never use to be heavy into her family and herd belief. But after a near death experience, she can be heard preaching about her ideologies to any deer willing to listen. She heavily practices her prayer and rituals. Never leaving a stone unturned.
Negative
Anxious - Conformist - Dull
Anxious - She is scared to investigate strange occurrences and always digilent on watching for beast. She refuses to let what happen before occur again. She is overly cautious on her behavior, making sure never to disobey again.
Conformist - Pacino is overly religious in her beliefs. She doesn't believe in fighting back against beast, as the site of killing another is too much for her. Obviously to her that means deer were never meant to act in a brutish manner. She also believes that every deer must stay quick on their feet and to never look back. Some may say she too conforming.
Dull - Her once sparkling personality has turned dull through life interactions. She is overly cautious and careful now, never letting herself be curious of her surrounding.
~ * History * ~
Pacino was not born of any noble heritage or spectacular lineage. She's was born and raised in Agartha. She was an average doe, only seeking to live out her days in comfort and peace. She was always careful and cautious, never wanting to draw attention to herself. She hasn't always been like this. As a young fawn she was curious and outgoing, always wanting to discover something new. Something her mother seeked to stomp out. Her mother would always tell her to never look back. To always be cautious and to run at the sound of danger. Never question this logic or you may soon find yourself as one of the forgotten ones.
The forgotten ones is something her family past down from doe to fawn, each generation. It is presumed that a deer that is falled by a beast will become lost in the afterlife. Never finding their way towards the great fields with their ancestors. Their names are not to be spoken of or they might just drag you into the depths of the forgotten forest with them. This of course scared all the young fawns into listening to their mothers, but not Pacino. Her curiosity could not be faltered despite her mother's constant vigilance to guide her. However, Pacinos' curiosity would soon be put to the test when it meant putting herself in danger.
One day outside the forest, in the fields boarding the neighboring herd, Pacino went to investigate the buzzards circling in the sky. She was meant to be hiding while her mother grazed, but curiosity got the best of her. Her mother always told her to be wary of buzzards, as little beast were always lurking around them and little beast were a threat to a young fawn. But the wisdom of her mother couldn't convince the young fawn to head her warning. The temptation to see what the commotion was about was just too enticing. So the little fawn crept away, as to not draw attention to herself from her mother who was busy grazing nearby.
The closer she got, the more excited she felt. To be this close to discovering the source of the buzzards focus was thrilling to her. She felt like a brave adventurer, out on a scout to discover something new. But her thrill seeking adventure would soon turn to horror upon her gazing of the site of a half buried and mangled rabbit. She quickly tried to turn around, but was soon stopped by a beast. She hadn't notice it, but the beast had been circling her ever since she left her mother's proximity. The beast was small enough that a kick from a large doe could cause it fatal injury, the beast at least knew that from somewhere. But a young fawn was no match for its strength and it would not let this opportunity go to waste.
The beast lunged at her, jaws wide open revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth. Pacino just barely evaded the attack. She had little time to think, just run. And to run is what she was built for. She ran fast, fast enough that the beast had trouble keeping up. Pacino tried calling out to her mother, but her mother never came. Pacino cried louder and louder, eventually closing her eyes to scream her lungs out. But that ended up being a mistake. Pacino tripped over her own legs, crashing into the ground. She was done for and she knew it. As the beast closed in, the words of her mother ringed in her mind. She was going to end up a forgotten one.
But to her luck, the jaws of the beast never clamped down. It seems her screams were heard, but not by her mother. A stranger. A stranger stop to help, but what she witness was just as horrifying. The stranger stamp down on the beast, sharp hooves piercing the beast flesh. It was too much for her to see, or thank the stranger for the help. She got up and ran, ran towards the last known location of her mother. She never wanted to see that again. She would never disobey her mother again. From this day forward she would head her mother's words. She would follow them closely, never loosing site to her curiosity again.
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