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omg yessssss she is excepted yaaaaaay tons and tons of RPGs!!! Lol. Right after I get back from camp.
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Basic Information

Name: Vendetta (Ven-det-ah)

Nick Name: Ultrix, Vindicta, Ven

Meaning: Revenge

Gender: doe

Year of Birth:  754 of the New Age -7 years old

Height: 10hh

Build: Light

Appearance: Vendetta is slimly built with long slender legs, and a smooth graceful back. Her body is attractively small and narrow with well-defined muscles. Hear head is smoothly shaped with delicately detailed features. She holds herself in a poised elegant fashion with her head held high and ears pricked. Her eyes are large, playful, and friendly… at least that’s how they appear. Her face is a perfect mask it hides everything she truly is, and what she is truly thinking. Her face hides her true self, and her history; not even the best people readers would be able to get anything out of her.

*Note: never play poker with her (she has a perfect poker face)

Phenotype: Silver seal bay (typical) maximum partially restricted fawn

Genotype: EE/Ata/nZ/fwfws/rzrz

Eye Colour: Deep chocolate brown

Design Sheet: sta.sh/0w38edlyqgf

Sire: Sadon

Dam: Iseldia (ice-el-dee-ah)

Proof of Breeding: starter

Bloodline: Silverthrone starter

Magic Type: Fire

Skill Points

Skill Points

Speed: 7 [Basic Level]

Stamina: 3 [Basic Level]

Strength: 0 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 5 points max)

Magic: 17 [Medium Level]

Herbs: 5 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown

+7 speed - base bonus

+3 stamina - base bonus

+6 magic - starter bonus

+5 herbs - starter bonus

Ready or Not
+1 magic- art - Ready or Not
+1 magic- lit - 400-999 words - Ready or Not
+1 magic- fighting with a Predator
Ponder the Truth
+1 Magic- art - Ponder the Truth
+2 Magic- lit - 1000-1999 words - Ponder the Truth
To Never Forget

+2 Magic - lit - 1000-1999 words - To Never Forget

Beauty is Not Always Within
+1 Magic - art - Beauty is Not Always Within
+1 Magic- lit - 400-999 words - Beauty is Not Always Within

Herd Information

Herd: Silverthrone

Herd Position: wanderer

Details

Personality:

For most Vendetta appears as an outgoing bright young thing; lively and optimistic would seem like good words to explain her. For most who don't know her well; which is pretty much everyone Vendetta comes across as cheerfully bubbly and ready to do anything. She seems genuinely interested in others and ready to lend a helping hand. She seems to have an unquenchable curiosity that is often joined with level headed quick thinking. She has a knack at getting the guys with her dazzling flattery and witty flirtatiousness. She appears to all to be enthusiastically outgoing, with a hint of quirky good humor. But alas you cannot judge a book by its cover.

Vendetta is extremely clever, quick, and headstrong; she bears an incredibly good memory and a slow cold hatred; all these traits together equal one thing. Someone who can hold a grudge for as long as they live. Vendetta is undoubtedly a genius; she is clever and quick with a strange imagination that can lead to rather bitter endings for those who wrong her in one way or another. Her brains lend her the cleverness to never forget a face which I am sorry to notify you lovely people is not a good thing for those unlucky souls who get on the wrong side of this cunning girl. Besides being oh so clever she unlike most folks has an anger that can last forever fueled by her strong memory and quick wits. This anger of hers is controlled and cold and in the long run much more devastating than the fast burning anger of others. She has amazing persistence and determination that can lead her to going all the way to the bitter end. She is headstrong and is not easily undaunted, she keeps going until she gets what she wants, and may I say that what she wants is usually not the best thing for your health. Due to her ample amount of brains and cleverness she is incredibly manipulative, she knows just the right thing or being that she can use to get what she wants. She is crafty and devious which helps her seem to take control of every situation and turn it in favor of her. She can be pushy sand very bossy when it comes downtown it'll and it shows in her actions. She is amazingly patience; she knows how to wait for the perfect moment and snap it up for you may never know when you’re going to get another chance. Vendetta is basically a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

History:

    Headstrong and enthusiastic Iseldia was a fiery doe with a cunning wit, and a quick tongue. She was a beauty too with long slender legs, and large brown playful eyes. Iseldia had been taken into the harem of a very cold serious stag when she was five years old. Over the span of 9 years she had five fawns, but she was an unlucky mother as only two of her children lived. Her first two were twins, and they only lived for about a day but were too weak to keep going and so they passed away. The third she was lucky on and grew to be a very handsome healthy stag. Her next one lived for about one season but she became very ill and passed away on a very cold night. Her fifth fawn was blessed as the little one grew into a young beautiful doe. The stag had long ago given up on her, he only kept her as a side dish to his better group of younger does. The whole herd knew of Iseldia’s unlikeness at giving birth to good healthy fawns, so she was shunned and forgotten. One rut when Iseldia was 14 years old she met a stag. She had gone off by herself to brood about her unluckiness. Earlier that week she had been kicked out of the harem because she was no longer needed seeing as she had birthed five fawns. She had been staying in a small clearing since then, and that was where she met the stag. He was tall, handsome, and kind. He felt for her and understood her pain. Soon she fell deeply in love with the handsome buck. One night she let herself slip and she did the worst thing imaginable; she conceived a sixth fawn. When she found out she fled far away toward the boarder of Blackwood. There she birthed her sixth fawn. Iseldia soon fell in love with the little fawn, with her clever wit and head-strong demeanor. Iseldia swore to herself to never let the little fawn be killed just because she was a sixth. She had no clue what to call the little one, but one day she had let the little fawn wander out of her sight; she became frightened, and called the first thing that came to mind. Vendetta. She was surprised by what she had said knowing that it meant revenge. The little fawn came running to her side as if the name was hers, and from that point onwards her name was Vendetta.

    Vendetta loved her mom very much they were extremely close; Vendetta couldn’t imagine a world without her mother. The first few weeks of her life were spent in a small hidden clearing in Silverwood. Over the span of about 5 months they slowly worked themselves down toward the Grey Lake. Always taking the less used route and always staying in small hidden clearings or niches. Vendetta had learned a long time ago not to ask her mother about where they were going and why they had to move every two weeks. She had become used to the routine, and she enjoyed her time with her mother. She loved the long weary walks from one hiding place to the next. She loved the long romps in the grass with her mom, and after flopping on the ground panting ready to listen to one of the many stories her mother knew. But all good things may not last, and so this paradise was soon filled with chaos.

    One day in late summer Vendetta had fallen down a slight cliff of rocks; she had been scrapped up a bit, but nothing to serious. Her mother had left her laying comfortably in the shade while she headed off to go get some herbs. Then her mother suddenly appeared out of breath with a look of worry on her face. She then turned to face the loud crashing noise coming from the trees outside the clearing. Then all of a sudden three stags appear their faces serious and cold.

    The stags believed Iseldia was a trespasser, but she soon showed them she was just as much as a Silverthorne as they were. The leader of the patrol was rather slow, but one of the older stags in the group recognized the Iseldia.

    “You’re Iseldia aren’t you?” The stag bobbed his chestnut head up and down.

    “And so what if I am” Iseldia asked a cold nip in her voice.

    “Well… well you’re the one with the bad luck five fawns but only two survived. That daughter of yours has turned into quite a beauty. She’s the talk of the rut.” The stag said a small grin creeping across his face.

    “Wait you’ve had five fawns” asked the lead stag his brow furrowed in thought.

    “Yes, yes she has” said the chestnut stag not realizing the importance of the topic. Then it dawned on him just as all the others caught on too. Vendetta looked just like her mother so there Was no question who's fawn Vendetta was. “Well, well, well look who we have here” said the stag his face no more than two inches away from Vendetta’s face. “A sixth” he said with extra bravado. “Who would like to do the honors” the stag questioned as he turned to face his comrades.

    “No!” Iseldia shouted stepping in front of the little yearling. “I was the one at fault. I let lust get the better of me. Take my life instead.” She cried tears now streaming down her face.

    There is no stopping a mother set on protecting their child, not even death itself. Vendetta stood in horror as her mother was slaughter for bearing one more fawn than acceptable. She ran. She ran away from the horror of death. She ran away from the cat calls of “yeah, that’s right runaway sixth.” She ran as fast as she could. She never looked back. Yet she couldn’t see forward due to the tears in her eyes. Then “thump” she ran into something soft and solid. She looked up, and saw an old grey doe with shaggy hair, and broken hooves. Yet her face was kind and gentile. From then on the old doe took her into her care. The doe’s name was Anastia. Anastia had, had two fawns herself but they both died from disease. When She met Vendetta She believed her mother had been killed by lions. Vendetta never told the old fawn about her mother and she never would tell. Anastia had left the herd after the loss of her fawns and she had never looked back. She had lived by herself and deicated herself to the learning of fire magic. The old doe had become quite adept at magic and herbs, and so she passed her knowledge down to the little fawn. For about four and a half years Vendetta and Anastia wandered Silverthorne their friendship always growing. Anastia became a motherly figure to Vendetta, and she taught her much about life and magic. But the doe was old, and in mid-winter Anastia fell deathly ill. Vendetta tried her best to heal the dying witch, but to no avail. After the death of Anastia Vendetta became cold and hardened full of anger, and grief at the loss of the only two beings close to her.

    She nolonger found love in her heart; all there was, was anger; pure boiling hatred and fury. But this anger was controlled stored away pushed back, and savored for when she needed it. It fueled her ambitions, and her plottings of revenge. She became quite, thoughtful, and cold, oh so cold. Her anger writhed inside her it was the only thing keeping her warm, and she reveled in her animosity. Soon thoughts of revenge bloomed in her mind. She would get her pay back yes, yes she would.

    Carful now, watch where you step for there is a monster inside that golden star,

    Carful for what you wish for my dear because you may find more than dreams and hopes.

    Carful now my little ones for there is more to me than what meets the eye.

    Oh yes my dears I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing, so beware.

Description

omg yessssss she is excepted yaaaaaay tons and tons of RPGs!!! Lol. Right after I get back from camp.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Basic Information

Name: Vendetta (Ven-det-ah)

Nick Name: Ultrix, Vindicta, Ven

Meaning: Revenge

Gender: doe

Year of Birth:  754 of the New Age -7 years old

Height: 10hh

Build: Light

Appearance: Vendetta is slimly built with long slender legs, and a smooth graceful back. Her body is attractively small and narrow with well-defined muscles. Hear head is smoothly shaped with delicately detailed features. She holds herself in a poised elegant fashion with her head held high and ears pricked. Her eyes are large, playful, and friendly… at least that’s how they appear. Her face is a perfect mask it hides everything she truly is, and what she is truly thinking. Her face hides her true self, and her history; not even the best people readers would be able to get anything out of her.

*Note: never play poker with her (she has a perfect poker face)

Phenotype: Silver seal bay (typical) maximum partially restricted fawn

Genotype: EE/Ata/nZ/fwfws/rzrz

Eye Colour: Deep chocolate brown

Design Sheet: sta.sh/0w38edlyqgf

Sire: Sadon

Dam: Iseldia (ice-el-dee-ah)

Proof of Breeding: starter

Bloodline: Silverthrone starter

Magic Type: Fire

Skill Points

Skill Points

Speed: 7 [Basic Level]

Stamina: 3 [Basic Level]

Strength: 0 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 5 points max)

Magic: 17 [Medium Level]

Herbs: 5 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown

+7 speed - base bonus

+3 stamina - base bonus

+6 magic - starter bonus

+5 herbs - starter bonus

Ready or Not
+1 magic- art - Ready or Not
+1 magic- lit - 400-999 words - Ready or Not
+1 magic- fighting with a Predator
Ponder the Truth
+1 Magic- art - Ponder the Truth
+2 Magic- lit - 1000-1999 words - Ponder the Truth
To Never Forget

+2 Magic - lit - 1000-1999 words - To Never Forget

Beauty is Not Always Within
+1 Magic - art - Beauty is Not Always Within
+1 Magic- lit - 400-999 words - Beauty is Not Always Within

Herd Information

Herd: Silverthrone

Herd Position: wanderer

Details

Personality:

For most Vendetta appears as an outgoing bright young thing; lively and optimistic would seem like good words to explain her. For most who don't know her well; which is pretty much everyone Vendetta comes across as cheerfully bubbly and ready to do anything. She seems genuinely interested in others and ready to lend a helping hand. She seems to have an unquenchable curiosity that is often joined with level headed quick thinking. She has a knack at getting the guys with her dazzling flattery and witty flirtatiousness. She appears to all to be enthusiastically outgoing, with a hint of quirky good humor. But alas you cannot judge a book by its cover.

Vendetta is extremely clever, quick, and headstrong; she bears an incredibly good memory and a slow cold hatred; all these traits together equal one thing. Someone who can hold a grudge for as long as they live. Vendetta is undoubtedly a genius; she is clever and quick with a strange imagination that can lead to rather bitter endings for those who wrong her in one way or another. Her brains lend her the cleverness to never forget a face which I am sorry to notify you lovely people is not a good thing for those unlucky souls who get on the wrong side of this cunning girl. Besides being oh so clever she unlike most folks has an anger that can last forever fueled by her strong memory and quick wits. This anger of hers is controlled and cold and in the long run much more devastating than the fast burning anger of others. She has amazing persistence and determination that can lead her to going all the way to the bitter end. She is headstrong and is not easily undaunted, she keeps going until she gets what she wants, and may I say that what she wants is usually not the best thing for your health. Due to her ample amount of brains and cleverness she is incredibly manipulative, she knows just the right thing or being that she can use to get what she wants. She is crafty and devious which helps her seem to take control of every situation and turn it in favor of her. She can be pushy sand very bossy when it comes downtown it'll and it shows in her actions. She is amazingly patience; she knows how to wait for the perfect moment and snap it up for you may never know when you’re going to get another chance. Vendetta is basically a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

History:

    Headstrong and enthusiastic Iseldia was a fiery doe with a cunning wit, and a quick tongue. She was a beauty too with long slender legs, and large brown playful eyes. Iseldia had been taken into the harem of a very cold serious stag when she was five years old. Over the span of 9 years she had five fawns, but she was an unlucky mother as only two of her children lived. Her first two were twins, and they only lived for about a day but were too weak to keep going and so they passed away. The third she was lucky on and grew to be a very handsome healthy stag. Her next one lived for about one season but she became very ill and passed away on a very cold night. Her fifth fawn was blessed as the little one grew into a young beautiful doe. The stag had long ago given up on her, he only kept her as a side dish to his better group of younger does. The whole herd knew of Iseldia’s unlikeness at giving birth to good healthy fawns, so she was shunned and forgotten. One rut when Iseldia was 14 years old she met a stag. She had gone off by herself to brood about her unluckiness. Earlier that week she had been kicked out of the harem because she was no longer needed seeing as she had birthed five fawns. She had been staying in a small clearing since then, and that was where she met the stag. He was tall, handsome, and kind. He felt for her and understood her pain. Soon she fell deeply in love with the handsome buck. One night she let herself slip and she did the worst thing imaginable; she conceived a sixth fawn. When she found out she fled far away toward the boarder of Blackwood. There she birthed her sixth fawn. Iseldia soon fell in love with the little fawn, with her clever wit and head-strong demeanor. Iseldia swore to herself to never let the little fawn be killed just because she was a sixth. She had no clue what to call the little one, but one day she had let the little fawn wander out of her sight; she became frightened, and called the first thing that came to mind. Vendetta. She was surprised by what she had said knowing that it meant revenge. The little fawn came running to her side as if the name was hers, and from that point onwards her name was Vendetta.

    Vendetta loved her mom very much they were extremely close; Vendetta couldn’t imagine a world without her mother. The first few weeks of her life were spent in a small hidden clearing in Silverwood. Over the span of about 5 months they slowly worked themselves down toward the Grey Lake. Always taking the less used route and always staying in small hidden clearings or niches. Vendetta had learned a long time ago not to ask her mother about where they were going and why they had to move every two weeks. She had become used to the routine, and she enjoyed her time with her mother. She loved the long weary walks from one hiding place to the next. She loved the long romps in the grass with her mom, and after flopping on the ground panting ready to listen to one of the many stories her mother knew. But all good things may not last, and so this paradise was soon filled with chaos.

    One day in late summer Vendetta had fallen down a slight cliff of rocks; she had been scrapped up a bit, but nothing to serious. Her mother had left her laying comfortably in the shade while she headed off to go get some herbs. Then her mother suddenly appeared out of breath with a look of worry on her face. She then turned to face the loud crashing noise coming from the trees outside the clearing. Then all of a sudden three stags appear their faces serious and cold.

    The stags believed Iseldia was a trespasser, but she soon showed them she was just as much as a Silverthorne as they were. The leader of the patrol was rather slow, but one of the older stags in the group recognized the Iseldia.

    “You’re Iseldia aren’t you?” The stag bobbed his chestnut head up and down.

    “And so what if I am” Iseldia asked a cold nip in her voice.

    “Well… well you’re the one with the bad luck five fawns but only two survived. That daughter of yours has turned into quite a beauty. She’s the talk of the rut.” The stag said a small grin creeping across his face.

    “Wait you’ve had five fawns” asked the lead stag his brow furrowed in thought.

    “Yes, yes she has” said the chestnut stag not realizing the importance of the topic. Then it dawned on him just as all the others caught on too. Vendetta looked just like her mother so there Was no question who's fawn Vendetta was. “Well, well, well look who we have here” said the stag his face no more than two inches away from Vendetta’s face. “A sixth” he said with extra bravado. “Who would like to do the honors” the stag questioned as he turned to face his comrades.

    “No!” Iseldia shouted stepping in front of the little yearling. “I was the one at fault. I let lust get the better of me. Take my life instead.” She cried tears now streaming down her face.

    There is no stopping a mother set on protecting their child, not even death itself. Vendetta stood in horror as her mother was slaughter for bearing one more fawn than acceptable. She ran. She ran away from the horror of death. She ran away from the cat calls of “yeah, that’s right runaway sixth.” She ran as fast as she could. She never looked back. Yet she couldn’t see forward due to the tears in her eyes. Then “thump” she ran into something soft and solid. She looked up, and saw an old grey doe with shaggy hair, and broken hooves. Yet her face was kind and gentile. From then on the old doe took her into her care. The doe’s name was Anastia. Anastia had, had two fawns herself but they both died from disease. When She met Vendetta She believed her mother had been killed by lions. Vendetta never told the old fawn about her mother and she never would tell. Anastia had left the herd after the loss of her fawns and she had never looked back. She had lived by herself and deicated herself to the learning of fire magic. The old doe had become quite adept at magic and herbs, and so she passed her knowledge down to the little fawn. For about four and a half years Vendetta and Anastia wandered Silverthorne their friendship always growing. Anastia became a motherly figure to Vendetta, and she taught her much about life and magic. But the doe was old, and in mid-winter Anastia fell deathly ill. Vendetta tried her best to heal the dying witch, but to no avail. After the death of Anastia Vendetta became cold and hardened full of anger, and grief at the loss of the only two beings close to her.

    She nolonger found love in her heart; all there was, was anger; pure boiling hatred and fury. But this anger was controlled stored away pushed back, and savored for when she needed it. It fueled her ambitions, and her plottings of revenge. She became quite, thoughtful, and cold, oh so cold. Her anger writhed inside her it was the only thing keeping her warm, and she reveled in her animosity. Soon thoughts of revenge bloomed in her mind. She would get her pay back yes, yes she would.

    Carful now, watch where you step for there is a monster inside that golden star,

    Carful for what you wish for my dear because you may find more than dreams and hopes.

    Carful now my little ones for there is more to me than what meets the eye.

    Oh yes my dears I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing, so beware.