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- Please Read This First! -
This is for For-The-Herd | DeviantArt for the next opening period! I'm not a group member as of yet but wanted to post this ahead of time since I already had it done (don't fret; I asked for and was granted permission before doing so!). Things may change between now and then, so please keep in mind that not all of these details may be canon. Thanks for bearing--or, in this case, deering--with me, and have fun reading!

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“We never truly have nothing, dear friend! Look at the sky! Look at the stars, the clouds, the moon! They cannot take them from us!”

- Name -
Iphigenia
{Iphia to Close Friends and Favored Acquaintances,
Iffy-Bit to Her Father}

- Gender -
Female

- Age -
Yearling

- Species -
Common {Whitetail}

- Height -
35 in. at the shoulder

- Weight -
90 pounds

- Appearance -

Kempt - Approachable - Elegant - Overgroomed

    A soft-eyed doe with an almost constant smile and an elegant demeanor. She has a very short, darker colored ridged mane which usually deepens in color and grows thicker in the winter. She sports a still healing antler-prong scar along the left side of her neck and cheek, a harsh detail that contrasts with her otherwise incredibly kempt appearance. Her usual scent is fresh air and wildflowers mixed with the smells of whatever her latest adventure has been. Grooming herself often--to the point that she has a few small balding spots along her side--she hates being seen looking anything but her best outside of the privacy of her own company.
    She holds herself passively, yet confidently. Even-postured and surefooted, she isn’t there to try and make up for her small size or shrink into the shadows; she’s there to present herself exactly as she is, a demure smile on her face and a wistful spark in her eye.

- Herd -
TBA
- Rank -
TBA
- Task -
TBA

- Personality -

Passionate - Boundless - Chipper - Observant

From the outside looking in, Iphigenia seems like a lot of things; stuffy, naive, fussy, wishy-washy, and downright too much to handle in one sitting. Prone to sighing and rambling relentlessly about the most mediocre of subjects--cicada shells, funnel web spiders, a peculiar apple blossom with just a bit too much pink to be normal--she gives the impression of an overexcited yearling throwing herself around and into trouble on a whim.

However, she really and truly cares about anything and everything, be it the sounds the snails make when they’re chewing on a patch of irises to the great boom of thunder as lightning shoots through the clouds. She lives in the details of life, finding simple comforts in observation. As such, she’s quick to notice someone feeling down in the dumps, and catches on to secrets and lies as easy as figs. Having spent much of her formative years under the wing of her late father, she has an aged sense of wisdom and makes a great source of advice and comfort, and her passionate nature makes her a doting and incredibly loyal friend to any who earn her trust.

She doesn’t get along very well with deer her own age, much preferring the company of the very elderly and very young. She very much fits in as an “old soul” with the aged deer she meets, and delights in caring for fawns--though she’s very adamant about not being prepared to be a mother. Despite her reservations, she holds herself confidently as her father did when addressing anyone, regardless of age, size, or gender, and makes a strong servant leader when the time calls for it.

In romance, she’s incredibly inexperienced and somewhat naive. The only true relationship she’s ever been in was an arranged affair, the shared goal of survival and responsibility keeping the couple together--yet even that was shattered by a foul betrayal. Given her history, she’s not used to affection in any context outside of platonic or familial relationships, and is incredibly aloof to the advances of others. On her own part, she gives compliments and affection freely, her unreservedness making it hard at times to find the line between a genuine word of praise and romantic intentions.

- History -

     Born into a stable, powerful herd, Iphigenia grew up as the wide-eyed apple of both of her parent’s eyes. Agharr, the Head Buck, and Clydete, his Head Doe and wife, raised her firmly but well, and from that loving home grew a strong young lady pledged to lead the herd one day as head doe. Despite this, she found she struggled to make connections with the other deer her age, be it due to the power imbalance of being buddies with the daughter of the toughest buck around or her odd manner of speech. Nonetheless, she found solace in her father’s company, and his confidence in her abilities and support of her strangeness gave her a joyful childhood. Spring seemed eternal then to the wistful young fawn, and she wanted nothing more than her father’s company and to find something interesting to be mesmerized with every day--be it bug, cloud, or bird.
    However, her worries would soon shift to something much more urgent and sinister. Summer’s fawns were coming out sickly, splotched with white and twisted, many not living to take their first steps. Insects, birds, and mice were found dead by the river, and many of the herd’s eldest and weakest members fell incredibly ill. Searching for answers and a way to stop the hurt, Agharr found one of man’s great beasts with a head of metal and coal wrecked from running off its course, its poisonous blood contaminating the water with sickness. However much he meant to move on, the poison in the water was too much for the aging buck, who grew sickly with every passing day. Clydete grew resentful of her mate’s illness, distancing herself from him and instead finding solace in the company of her daughter’s promised mate, a buck called Angulus. Iphigenia found herself as the sole caretaker of her father in his passing days, distancing herself from both her mother and the future head buck.
    After ten long, weary nights, Iphigenia finally emerged from her father’s final resting place; it was time for the herd to move on.
    Angulus and Iphigenia led their herd to the outskirts of their territory, continuing the head buck’s before them’s work. As her herd moved through the area, Iphegenia looked over them and realized she didn’t recognize a single face in the herd she’d been born and raised to lead. The elders that tolerated her had all fallen to the same blight her father had, her contemporaries barely so much as looked at her as they passed her, and the fawns all clung to their mothers, each one a shadow of their dams rushing into the unknown. None had been a friend to her; to them, she was just the shadow of the Head Buck, just as her mother, and her mother before her, had been.
    Observing as the final straggles of her herd pushed on past them into the brush, Iphigenia lingered behind with her two closest companions; her mother and her future husband. Exhausted, malnourished and determined to deliver the strangers she was born with a debt to, she looked to her mother for reassurance, only to find herself face-to-face with the rushing downturned antlers of her fiance.
    In an instant, a lifetime’s worth of unanswered questions stabbed their answers into her; her mothers attachment to Angulus as her father’s health failed, why she’d been so urgent for the two of them to marry even before his passing, and the nights she’d awoken to find the both of them missing from camp, never brave enough to follow for fear of what she may discover.
    Angulus’s antlers skewered her in the neck, throwing her into the river with force as he and his new mate disappeared from Iphigenia’s sight under the water. Half-drowned and miles from home, she washed up on the banks and found a second chance.
    Now, Iphigenia’s fate remains undecided, the sting of betrayal still fresh but her resolve to live never dissipating.

—— - Other - ——

- Likes -
Observing just about anything--especially interesting critters and plants; Physical Affection; Stories; The Elderly; Giving and Receiving Compliments; Poems and Songs; Being appreciated for being her; Taking charge; Being Helpful; Kindness as a Philosophy

- Dislikes -
Cruelty in any form; Feeling Powerless; Being Dismissed; Being Cornered; Others having low Self-Esteem; Being seen as “dirty” or “unkempt” in any situation; The idea of eating other animals; Her Neck Scars and Bald Patches; Feeling Belittled
- Strengths -
Observant; Well-Spoken; Graceful; Empathetic; Critical Thinker; Caring; Reasonable; Good Intentioned; Strong Moral Compass

- Weaknesses -
Terrible Liar; Strong Temper; Overly Apologetic/Forgiving; Stubborn; Manipulative; Naive; Clean Freak

- Orientation -
Closeted Bisexual

- Connections -

Agharr - (NPC) Father, Deceased. He was an incredibly strong role model, and Iphegenia credits a lot of her skills to him. Ask, and she’ll happily share a funny anecdote or quip about how he’d scoop her up in his horns and carry her across the field, laughing as they scared up hordes of grasshoppers, how close that felt to flying. She truly loved him, and tries to show at least a small part of that love to everything and everyone she meets.

Clydete - (NPC) Mother, Alive (?). Although she was just as strong-minded and confident as her father, after Agharr’s passing she seemed to lose not only him but a piece of herself, too. The once proud doe became a shrunken shell of herself, latching into Angulus for support; a support that soon turned into something else entirely. Iphigenia doesn’t blame Clydete—well, she blames her quite a bit, but that’s a thought for another time. There’s an absolutely gorgeous jewel beetle inches away from her nose right now, and Iphia won’t miss it for the world—but her daughter has little reason to want to see her again.

Angulus - (NPC) Ex-Fiancé, Alive (?). Agharr saw him as the son he’d never had, a golden boy who he could mold into the future leader of his herd. Iphegenia didn’t get along with him well as a child, but found him to be trustworthy enough to accept when her father proposed the idea of their union. In the wake of Agharr’s death, his true colors finally showed themselves when he attempted to kill her in favor of a budding relationship with her mother, Clydete, and a chance to lead her now former herd on his own.

- Trivia -
- Iphigenia’s favorite food is persimmon fruit, though she also appreciates a good pine nut.
- She has a strong hatred for lying, but in the case she must, she stammers her way through embarrassingly poorly and laments about having to later on. She much prefers pretending to not know the answer, feigning stupidity with flying colors as only a well-trained doe can do.
- She’s very blunt if something is bothering her with touch, so shoulder bumps, grooming and platonic physical affection are entirely fine and very appreciated by her.
- She often makes up songs and stories when she’s on her own, and it’s a common occurrence to hear her humming the lyrics to The Lying Squirrel and the South-Moss Tree, a favorite from her childhood.
- The idea of deer eating other animals both intrigues and disgusts her. As a fawn, she once fainted after watching an elder in her former herd scarf down half a rabbit.
- She is smarter than she looks.

- Quotes -

“There is nothing so ugly as a pretty face ruined by the lines and harshness of a cruel nature; true beauty is not so easily won or lost by genetics, and true kindness is not so remarkable a feat as to not alter how someone is perceived.”

“Love? I like to think that true love conquers all, but a love tainted with envy and hatred spears twice as deep.”

“I am Iphigenia, daughter of the head buck Agharr. I have faced trial and tribulation and come out singing, and I do not pout!”

- Voice Claim -
TBA
(Imagine those old Hollywood stars from the 40's and 50's, but more youthful and warm-toned.)

- Playlist -
TBA

- Secrets -

{Find Out Lmao}

Description

- Please Read This First! -
This is for For-The-Herd | DeviantArt for the next opening period! I'm not a group member as of yet but wanted to post this ahead of time since I already had it done (don't fret; I asked for and was granted permission before doing so!). Things may change between now and then, so please keep in mind that not all of these details may be canon. Thanks for bearing--or, in this case, deering--with me, and have fun reading!

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“We never truly have nothing, dear friend! Look at the sky! Look at the stars, the clouds, the moon! They cannot take them from us!”

- Name -
Iphigenia
{Iphia to Close Friends and Favored Acquaintances,
Iffy-Bit to Her Father}

- Gender -
Female

- Age -
Yearling

- Species -
Common {Whitetail}

- Height -
35 in. at the shoulder

- Weight -
90 pounds

- Appearance -

Kempt - Approachable - Elegant - Overgroomed

    A soft-eyed doe with an almost constant smile and an elegant demeanor. She has a very short, darker colored ridged mane which usually deepens in color and grows thicker in the winter. She sports a still healing antler-prong scar along the left side of her neck and cheek, a harsh detail that contrasts with her otherwise incredibly kempt appearance. Her usual scent is fresh air and wildflowers mixed with the smells of whatever her latest adventure has been. Grooming herself often--to the point that she has a few small balding spots along her side--she hates being seen looking anything but her best outside of the privacy of her own company.
    She holds herself passively, yet confidently. Even-postured and surefooted, she isn’t there to try and make up for her small size or shrink into the shadows; she’s there to present herself exactly as she is, a demure smile on her face and a wistful spark in her eye.

- Herd -
TBA
- Rank -
TBA
- Task -
TBA

- Personality -

Passionate - Boundless - Chipper - Observant

From the outside looking in, Iphigenia seems like a lot of things; stuffy, naive, fussy, wishy-washy, and downright too much to handle in one sitting. Prone to sighing and rambling relentlessly about the most mediocre of subjects--cicada shells, funnel web spiders, a peculiar apple blossom with just a bit too much pink to be normal--she gives the impression of an overexcited yearling throwing herself around and into trouble on a whim.

However, she really and truly cares about anything and everything, be it the sounds the snails make when they’re chewing on a patch of irises to the great boom of thunder as lightning shoots through the clouds. She lives in the details of life, finding simple comforts in observation. As such, she’s quick to notice someone feeling down in the dumps, and catches on to secrets and lies as easy as figs. Having spent much of her formative years under the wing of her late father, she has an aged sense of wisdom and makes a great source of advice and comfort, and her passionate nature makes her a doting and incredibly loyal friend to any who earn her trust.

She doesn’t get along very well with deer her own age, much preferring the company of the very elderly and very young. She very much fits in as an “old soul” with the aged deer she meets, and delights in caring for fawns--though she’s very adamant about not being prepared to be a mother. Despite her reservations, she holds herself confidently as her father did when addressing anyone, regardless of age, size, or gender, and makes a strong servant leader when the time calls for it.

In romance, she’s incredibly inexperienced and somewhat naive. The only true relationship she’s ever been in was an arranged affair, the shared goal of survival and responsibility keeping the couple together--yet even that was shattered by a foul betrayal. Given her history, she’s not used to affection in any context outside of platonic or familial relationships, and is incredibly aloof to the advances of others. On her own part, she gives compliments and affection freely, her unreservedness making it hard at times to find the line between a genuine word of praise and romantic intentions.

- History -

     Born into a stable, powerful herd, Iphigenia grew up as the wide-eyed apple of both of her parent’s eyes. Agharr, the Head Buck, and Clydete, his Head Doe and wife, raised her firmly but well, and from that loving home grew a strong young lady pledged to lead the herd one day as head doe. Despite this, she found she struggled to make connections with the other deer her age, be it due to the power imbalance of being buddies with the daughter of the toughest buck around or her odd manner of speech. Nonetheless, she found solace in her father’s company, and his confidence in her abilities and support of her strangeness gave her a joyful childhood. Spring seemed eternal then to the wistful young fawn, and she wanted nothing more than her father’s company and to find something interesting to be mesmerized with every day--be it bug, cloud, or bird.
    However, her worries would soon shift to something much more urgent and sinister. Summer’s fawns were coming out sickly, splotched with white and twisted, many not living to take their first steps. Insects, birds, and mice were found dead by the river, and many of the herd’s eldest and weakest members fell incredibly ill. Searching for answers and a way to stop the hurt, Agharr found one of man’s great beasts with a head of metal and coal wrecked from running off its course, its poisonous blood contaminating the water with sickness. However much he meant to move on, the poison in the water was too much for the aging buck, who grew sickly with every passing day. Clydete grew resentful of her mate’s illness, distancing herself from him and instead finding solace in the company of her daughter’s promised mate, a buck called Angulus. Iphigenia found herself as the sole caretaker of her father in his passing days, distancing herself from both her mother and the future head buck.
    After ten long, weary nights, Iphigenia finally emerged from her father’s final resting place; it was time for the herd to move on.
    Angulus and Iphigenia led their herd to the outskirts of their territory, continuing the head buck’s before them’s work. As her herd moved through the area, Iphegenia looked over them and realized she didn’t recognize a single face in the herd she’d been born and raised to lead. The elders that tolerated her had all fallen to the same blight her father had, her contemporaries barely so much as looked at her as they passed her, and the fawns all clung to their mothers, each one a shadow of their dams rushing into the unknown. None had been a friend to her; to them, she was just the shadow of the Head Buck, just as her mother, and her mother before her, had been.
    Observing as the final straggles of her herd pushed on past them into the brush, Iphigenia lingered behind with her two closest companions; her mother and her future husband. Exhausted, malnourished and determined to deliver the strangers she was born with a debt to, she looked to her mother for reassurance, only to find herself face-to-face with the rushing downturned antlers of her fiance.
    In an instant, a lifetime’s worth of unanswered questions stabbed their answers into her; her mothers attachment to Angulus as her father’s health failed, why she’d been so urgent for the two of them to marry even before his passing, and the nights she’d awoken to find the both of them missing from camp, never brave enough to follow for fear of what she may discover.
    Angulus’s antlers skewered her in the neck, throwing her into the river with force as he and his new mate disappeared from Iphigenia’s sight under the water. Half-drowned and miles from home, she washed up on the banks and found a second chance.
    Now, Iphigenia’s fate remains undecided, the sting of betrayal still fresh but her resolve to live never dissipating.

—— - Other - ——

- Likes -
Observing just about anything--especially interesting critters and plants; Physical Affection; Stories; The Elderly; Giving and Receiving Compliments; Poems and Songs; Being appreciated for being her; Taking charge; Being Helpful; Kindness as a Philosophy

- Dislikes -
Cruelty in any form; Feeling Powerless; Being Dismissed; Being Cornered; Others having low Self-Esteem; Being seen as “dirty” or “unkempt” in any situation; The idea of eating other animals; Her Neck Scars and Bald Patches; Feeling Belittled
- Strengths -
Observant; Well-Spoken; Graceful; Empathetic; Critical Thinker; Caring; Reasonable; Good Intentioned; Strong Moral Compass

- Weaknesses -
Terrible Liar; Strong Temper; Overly Apologetic/Forgiving; Stubborn; Manipulative; Naive; Clean Freak

- Orientation -
Closeted Bisexual

- Connections -

Agharr - (NPC) Father, Deceased. He was an incredibly strong role model, and Iphegenia credits a lot of her skills to him. Ask, and she’ll happily share a funny anecdote or quip about how he’d scoop her up in his horns and carry her across the field, laughing as they scared up hordes of grasshoppers, how close that felt to flying. She truly loved him, and tries to show at least a small part of that love to everything and everyone she meets.

Clydete - (NPC) Mother, Alive (?). Although she was just as strong-minded and confident as her father, after Agharr’s passing she seemed to lose not only him but a piece of herself, too. The once proud doe became a shrunken shell of herself, latching into Angulus for support; a support that soon turned into something else entirely. Iphigenia doesn’t blame Clydete—well, she blames her quite a bit, but that’s a thought for another time. There’s an absolutely gorgeous jewel beetle inches away from her nose right now, and Iphia won’t miss it for the world—but her daughter has little reason to want to see her again.

Angulus - (NPC) Ex-Fiancé, Alive (?). Agharr saw him as the son he’d never had, a golden boy who he could mold into the future leader of his herd. Iphegenia didn’t get along with him well as a child, but found him to be trustworthy enough to accept when her father proposed the idea of their union. In the wake of Agharr’s death, his true colors finally showed themselves when he attempted to kill her in favor of a budding relationship with her mother, Clydete, and a chance to lead her now former herd on his own.

- Trivia -
- Iphigenia’s favorite food is persimmon fruit, though she also appreciates a good pine nut.
- She has a strong hatred for lying, but in the case she must, she stammers her way through embarrassingly poorly and laments about having to later on. She much prefers pretending to not know the answer, feigning stupidity with flying colors as only a well-trained doe can do.
- She’s very blunt if something is bothering her with touch, so shoulder bumps, grooming and platonic physical affection are entirely fine and very appreciated by her.
- She often makes up songs and stories when she’s on her own, and it’s a common occurrence to hear her humming the lyrics to The Lying Squirrel and the South-Moss Tree, a favorite from her childhood.
- The idea of deer eating other animals both intrigues and disgusts her. As a fawn, she once fainted after watching an elder in her former herd scarf down half a rabbit.
- She is smarter than she looks.

- Quotes -

“There is nothing so ugly as a pretty face ruined by the lines and harshness of a cruel nature; true beauty is not so easily won or lost by genetics, and true kindness is not so remarkable a feat as to not alter how someone is perceived.”

“Love? I like to think that true love conquers all, but a love tainted with envy and hatred spears twice as deep.”

“I am Iphigenia, daughter of the head buck Agharr. I have faced trial and tribulation and come out singing, and I do not pout!”

- Voice Claim -
TBA
(Imagine those old Hollywood stars from the 40's and 50's, but more youthful and warm-toned.)

- Playlist -
TBA

- Secrets -

{Find Out Lmao}