Donatello | Stag | Herd Member

Name: Donatello

Meaning: Gift from God

Nicknames: Don, Donnie, Swift

Age: 10 years
Birth Day:December 15th, Year 749 (Winter)

Gender: Stag

Bloodlines: Starter 

Design: Temporary design holder | #2 on the list it's legal and approved

Herd: Silverthorne (pending)

Rank: Herd Member (future Soldier)
Occupation:Hired Mercenary

Breed: Fawnling

Phenotype: Rose Grey on Golden Bay Dun partially restricted fawn

Genotype: Ee/Aa/nD/nG/fwfw/rzrz

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Height: 12.1hh

Build: Medium-light

Appearance: Who could resist those deep, dark, brooding eyes? So he's greying out a little bit, some would say that's a defining characteristic, maybe one day he'll be pure white. His rack is clean and sharp, and from straight on forms the shape of a heart. Donnie keeps his mane cut short, save for a ponytail at the nape of his neck, where he generally sports two blue-jay feathers for good luck. He's a bay dun, so classic leg baring and a dorsal stripe are prevalent on Donnie. Oh and lets not forget the goatee, sexy chest hair and uh… happy trail…! Donnie's tail is of medium length and adorn with jet black hair. He has white under his jaw line, on his chest, under-belly all the way under him and up to his tail base. And those gorgeous fawn spots! Unfortunately they will fall victim to his grey coat one day, but for now they are lovely!

 Now aside from color, Donnie has a lean, yet muscular body type. He's not known for being the strongest stag around, but he is however one of the quickest and most cunning. His smaller frame allows for him to outmaneuver larger stags and his quick mind locates their weakness and takes the charge.

Voice: Soothing, Soft

Voice Example: Bastille- Pompeii

Father: Bernardo | Pure Silverthorne Stag | Deceased

Mother: Alazne | Pure Silverthorne Doe | Deceased 

Siblings: None

Mate: None 

Offspring: None

Overall: Donnie… where do I start? Well for those who don't know him or first meet him, he comes off a little rude, arrogant, or my favorite, an asshole. He's a smart guy so he won't tolerate stupidity (don't ask stupid questions!). He's tough. Definitely a scrapper, picking fights with other stags, and usually winning. With that said, if you really get to know him, he's going to be the best friend you ever had. Donnie has a really warm heart. He's loyal to his friends, gentlemanly to the does and really a sweet guy, if you can get past his crude sense of humor and blunt honesty (he really isn't rude, just tells it like it is). He's almost brooding sometimes. There's a mystery about him, or a wall? He keeps his private life to himself which is all but too intriguing for the ladies. "What's he up to?" "Nobody knows…"

To any extent, he dreams of finding true love (but he's picky), settling down, having a few babies and being an upstanding Soldier within Silverthorne.

Donnie is a great singer!

and also takes pride in being an amazing dancer.

Screwing up all his previous relationships for various personal reasons (yeah that takes skill…)

He can tell when you're lying

manages to go for the neck, every time, during a fight

Not one to be easily knocked down

Favorite color is green, second is blue

Enjoys adventure and exploring

He cocks his right ear all the time, making him look bashful

His long eyelashes get the lady's hearts a beating heavy

Makes faces when he's day dreaming

Hums tunes when he's foraging 

"My history? Like how I ended up here? Fuck, well I honestly don't remember much about the beginnings. Supposedly our herd was raided by a few Blackwood loners. My mom, who was pregnant with me at the time, was taken, and in an attempt to protect her, my elderly father fought one of the younger and larger Blackwood stags and lost his life. Mom was drug into the Blackwood territory and kept there, forced to do unmentionable things and act as a slave. When she felt the contractions of labor she made a futile attempt to escape, fearing I would be killed once born. She got away and found refuge in the dark forest. I was born in the dark woods near Widow's Hollow in the Blackwood territory. My mom was really sick and weak from being held captive by Blackwood Stags and not a few weeks after she birthed me, she died. Luckily she had made it into Silverthorne territory with me by her side. Herd-members hurried to us but my mom didn't have anything left in her. She passed away then and there. I was small and frail and one of the does who was once my mom's friend took care of me. I grew up with her son and learned how to be a stag of Silverthorne."

"I was by no means a good fawn though. In my pubescent years I was a routy little mother fucker. My gang and I would pull pranks on the herd members, not caring what the consequences were. We'd sneak out in the middle of the night and take off into the forest to play our games and practice magic."

"One night in particular I was running with the guys and I hid in a bush to play a joke on them, but stupid me, I got my back leg tangled in some vines growing in it. I struggled but it only made it worse. I was too embarrassed to call for help, knowing full well I'd be the laughing stock of the gang. But to my surprise someone heard me struggling and a big stag with a fiery mane dropped his head into the bush and used his antlers to untangle me. I climbed out and just as I was about to thank him we heard a scream off in the distance. The stag stampeded off in a hurry after the scream, which was still echoing in the still night. I tried to keep up with him, swinging under low hanging branches and jumping over dead trees. My legs burned with adrenaline. When I broke into a small clearing I saw my rescuer in a fierce battle with the half-blind dick head from our herd. Out of the corner of my eye I saw laying just off to the side the lifeless body of a doe. 

I realized in an instant what had happened. She belonged to my rescuer and had been killed out of jealousy by the half-blind stag. And if it hadn't been for me slowing my rescuer to meet her, she'd probably be alive…

I was struck with horrid grief and guilt and I watched on as my rescuer inpaled the half-blind one to a slow and deserving death.

I learned a valuable lesson that night. Life comes with a price.

I set aside my childish ways and grew up. I began sparing for recognition, hoping my attempts would land me a good position amongst the King. I've won some, lost some, but it's what I do. I did however gain the name Swift. I attracted a far different crowd than the upper ranks too. Occasionally I'm hired to 'take care of' another Fawnling. A… mercenary as you would, and as payment I am granted the finest rashenings the common herd members can offer. But, I'm not going to go into details about that. I'll spare you the gore." [Chuckles and looks off into the distance]

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