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Dewayne | Stag | Aspiring Witch/Raider

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Basic Information


Name: Dewayne (Irish: Dark) "Dew" to those closest to his heart
Gender: Male
Age: 6
Year of Birth: Y760 of the New Age 
Height: 13 hh when in prime
Build: Medium
Phenotype: Seal Bay
Genotype: Ee/Ata/ff/Fwfw
Eye Colour: Brown
Design Sheet: Here
Additional: Mane is cropped short into a mohawk except for one piece at the nape of his neck let grow long


Sire: NPC Blackwood | Stag | Warrior | Alive
Dam: NPC Blackwood | Doe | Witch | Deceased
Bloodline: 100% Blackwood
Magic Type: Black Magic
                    • Possession
                    • Necromancy

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Skill Points


Speed: 4 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 15 points max)
Stamina: 10 [Basic Level]
Strength: 10 [Basic Level]

Magic: 
                • 3 Possession (Inborn) [Basic Level]
                • 2 Necromancy [Basic Level]
Herbs: 0 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown


+2 speed - base bonus
+4 stamina - base bonus
+4 strength - base bonus
+2 speed - starter bonus
+2 stamina - starter bonus
+2 strength - starter bonus
+5 magic - starter bonus

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Herd Information


Herd: Blackwood
Herd Position: Herdmember (Aspiring Witch)
Pet: Male Weasel - Nicodemus 
Mate(s): None yet
Offspring: None yet
Current Location: Widow's Hollow

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Voice: Aiden Turner
Theme: Wolf Blood

Personality: 
| Clever | Cunning | Resourceful | Calculating | Charming | Intense | Reclusive |

Dewayne is a very quick learner and once focused, will devote all of his energies to achieving his goal. He aspires to be everything a Blackwood Stag should be, in devotion to Mother Uír. Around does he is like cream, soft and silky - he could charm the pelt off a rabbit. Rare moments of kindness, where Dewayne has followed his instincts rather than follow the 'done thing' have often turned out well and his common sense is something that at his base level, drives his every action. Kindness however, is rare, and in a pinch, Dewayne is more than likely to get nasty. If he cannot beat someone with strength or magic, he will beat them with words. Like a black hole, Dewayne will make their fears and doubts rise to the surface and swallow their confidence whole. He isn't afraid to play dirty if the need arises.

Appearance: Dewayne is a very attractive stag. His pelt is darker than the night sky. He as of yet has no scars, although he hopes that within the next season he will take his Coming of Age rite and gain a few then. His chest is wide but slightly hollow as he slowly puts on muscle - or tries to against Blackwood's unforgiving climate. Dewayne's rack grows steadily and surely in an impressive design that one day, come rut, will no doubt impress many a doe and fend off many a challenging stag. Dewayne has yet to find trinkets that are effective in focusing his magic, but hopefully when he becomes apprenticed to a Witch he will learn which to take. Nicodemus is his constant companion.

History:

 

The Beginning


Once upon a time, on a night that roared with thunder and whipped with lashings of freezing, icy rain, a fawn was born. His eyes were darke and bottomless as they stared up at his mother, and his coat was even blacker than the twin reflections of his soul. Dewayne she called him, for darke he was. And as the old doe licked him clean and he stood silently to suckle from her for the first time, she felt the trickle of anticipation jolt down her spine. For her son would be great, she could tell it already, and maybe, someday, he would help lead Blackwood to the victory they so deserved. 

There was Once a Fawn called Dewayne


The wind moaned as it filtered through the cracks in the little cave where the pair of Fawnlings sheltered - a mother and her three year old son. Dewayne could only watch silently, as with a deep shuddering breath, his mother drew her final breath - the death rattle finally ceasing. He was clever, for such a young fawnling, and knew she had been old already at his birth. It was a miracle he had even survived in her womb let alone being birthed. Yet, it was still with sadness that he curled up beside her still form and snuggled into her side, stealing the remainder of her body heat. Dewayne felt rather than saw the shadows that leaked out of his mother's form and out into the night, and instinctively he knew it was her soul. With a thick feeling of bile rising in his chest, Dewayne felt something inside him stir and slowly, with incredible concentration, he tried desperately to call her back to him. And, back she came. Only for a moment - her form dark and wisping in the air as she lowered her muzzle to lick the tuft on his head - but he blinked and she disappeared. Dewayne's newfound desire for magic however, was only just beginning...

When the Darkeness comes A-Calling


A fawn with no mother is one that does not last long in Blackwood. It was by pure, lucky chance; by the grace of Uír herself no doubt, that Dewayne's father had found him before the wolves did. The tall stag had known the doe was failing and had tracked her and their son through the trees before stumbling upon the gangly fawn trying (with scrunched up nose) to conjure wisps of black from a lizard that had obviously been brained by a small black hoof. Dewayne had looked up at his father then in awe and longing. He had only seen the stag from a distance since his birth, and now seeing the huge Fawnling up close was truly eye-widening. 

The stag had taken Dewayne back to Widow's Hollow, a little away from the other Fawnlings that currently resided there and began to teach him where the old doe had left off. He showed his son how to learn terrain, and to use it to a fighting advantage. He taught him the importance of building speed as well as strength - for there was no room for weakness in Blackwood. He fostered the little colt's fascination with Black Magic - for although the Stag had no magic himself, he encouraged the quickly growing fawn to practice whenever he had a spare moment. And finally, when Dewayne was just about old enough, he taught the young buck how to charm and woo - how to use his words to work a web that ensnared and held. And Dewayne, ever quiet, ever attentive, ever resourceful: 
Learned.

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Dewayne, at four and a half years old found a weasel hiding under a fallen tree. The little weasel was small and undernourished and by rights, Dewayne should have left him to die, however something moved him about the small creature. So he left the little weasel and came back a few minutes later, a brained lizard hanging from his lips by the tail (he had a real talent for killing the tiny beasts) and dropped it to the weasel to feast upon. It continued like this for several weeks, morning, noon and night Dewayne visiting the little beast with small dead things to feed it, until one day - the weasel was not there. Though for some reason Dewayne was upset (for a reason he did not fully understand), he did not show it. As he turned to leave however, movement caught his eye and the little weasel, now sleek and filled out - ran straight up to him, and then proceeded to follow Dewayne wherever he went. Eventually, the Fawnling grew used to his companion and eventually decided to give him a name: Nicodemus - for victory. 


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Windklang's avatar
Lookit Nicodemus!
Hes freakishly tiny :heart: