Still and Quiet (bid)

Pronunciation: Fee-bus

Meaning:  Bright/Pure

Nickname:  Pho (only called by his father)

Breed: Fawnling

Gender: Stag

Age: Will be born Spring, Year 759 of the New Age (Shown at 4 months old)

Height: Projected for 11hh

Eye Color: Honey-brown

Phenotype: Palomino Roan

Genotype: ee/aa/nCr/RnRn/Fwfw

Body Type/Build: Phoebus is a slender fawn, almost doe-like in appearance. As he ages he will gain more of a medium build.  

Design sheet:

Herd Information

Herd: Glenmore

Position: Royal- Royal Stag

Bloodline: 100% Glenmore

Magic Type: Earth

Official Character Relationships:

Hedwid (mother/royal) NPC: Phoebus has a very distant relationship with his mother. He always feels he can never do anything to please her. This causes much strain on Phoebus and really shapes him to be the cold stag he becomes. As a child he truly tries to please her but as he ages he sees how impossible that is and eventually gives up. He does love her and she loves him but they never really get along once he is grown. He always refers to her as "Mother" nothing else.

Bernard (father/royal) NPC: Bernard is the only person to love Phoebus unconditionally. Though his son was a disappointment to his mother and the herd, Bernard thinks he is perfect. The stag is really Phoebus' best friend.  Bernard is always the first to encourage him to do anything, he believes his son can do anything he puts his mind to. Phoebus usually calls him Father when they're around others but when they're alone its common for him to call Bernard dad. They have a very loving relationship that can be seen by anyone.

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Family Lineage

Royal Stag  X Royal  Doe         Royal Stag X Royal Doe

               |____________________|     

  Hedwig  (mother)                    Bernard (father)
   Buckskin  Roan              Chestnut Roan

        |___________________|

           |

             Phoebus

Personality

Quiet:

Phoebus is very reserved. The term ‘Children are meant to be seen and not heard’ applies very well to him. He really sees no need to speak out our voice his opinion. He normally keeps to himself and stays in his own company.

Aloof:

Phoebus has no real interest in things other fawns like. Often he will look disdainfully at them as they play, and when they act too silly he will merely roll his eyes and go about his business. (Secretly he wishes to be as carefree as the others but he makes sure to keep himself grounded to avoid attention) 

Vindictive:

This young stag has a quick tongue and a sharp wit. As he ages he always has a swift comeback for anything negative said to him, he takes no nonsense from anyone and is happy to humiliate another quickly and efficiently.

Intelligent:

He is a clever young stag who spends most of his time learning. He much rather spend most of his time gaining knowledge and proving himself to be a viable member of the herd.

Respectful:
Phoebus holds everyone in very high regards. He does his best to be submissive to all those more powerful than him. He only uses given full name, never nicknames, and he refers to Hedwig as Mother . To him there will be no mom, mommy, mum absolutely nothing of that nature. 

*His personality will grow as he does

History: 

Hedwig grew up deep rooted in her heritage and highly religious. Her betrothal to Bernard was no surprise to the herd due to the pair’s closeness during their early childhood.

Their first fawn was conceived in the spring of 758, with the knowledge of her pregnancy the pair was thrilled, never had two been so happy to become parents as Hedwig and Bernard were. Instantly they began planning a future for their young one. While Hedwig envisioned a strong, dark, and handsome young stag, Bernard tended to favor the idea of a petite pale doe cantering by his large hooves. Once Hedwig heard of his ideas it was safe to say her heart yearned for a little girl as well.

When the Great Oak was destroyed in the same Autumn Hedwig was stricken. The grief of loosing the religious tome was more then she could bare and quickly she grew ill. Much to the pair’s horror the fawn grew still within Hedwig and both fretted that their first was stillborn.  Bernard made sure to be a dutiful and caring mate, ensuring that Hedwig would eat and drink properly, he tried to keep in good spirits for her and the fawn but her unhappiness ate at his heart with a darkness he didn’t understand. It was hardest for the pair in the fact that they never told another fawnling of the possibly stillborn still inside of young Hedwig.

But as winter drew to an end they had their faith restored as the fawn began to move again. Never had the two royals been so happy. This brought Hedwig from her dark place and gave her hope for the future.

The fawn was born in mid spring, while most of the snow was off the ground but some still clung to the mountain tops. It would be a lie to say that Hedwig wasn't disappointed when her beautiful pale doe turned out to be a stag. While she wasn’t claiming that Óganach had cursed her, she was still quite disappointed. Bernard on the other hand was thrilled with his live and healthy son. He began immediately telling his son that there were to be others who would be cruel  but he would have to ignore all the hatefulness that would come upon him, but mostly his father taught him how to love unconditionally. Hedwig on the other hand ensured her son was strong and regal, she wanted him to stand proud in the herd, no matter what.  Both of his parents pushed Phoebus to be the best possible stag he could be, and even though his strength caused Pho to become a cold individual he also became a fawnling his parents were proud of.

*Will be more elaborate with time.

 Story:
    The morning light engulfed the hidden nook awakening Phoebus with bright sun beams. The fawn was only a matter of day old, but already he was awakening at sunrise and learning a great amount from his mother. The day started nearly the same way in the glade where he was born. Usually mother would nurse him and allow Phoebus to stretch his legs by bucking and jumping playfully, she knew soon this would have to end but for now the child's free spirit was ok in the hidden area. Then she would go over the proper way to behave and tell him how to lock his emotions away to keep from being hurt. He always thought these were odd and silly games, but he'd comply as best as he could for his mother's sake.
    Today was different though.  When he woke his mother was absent from the thicket where they rested. Phoebus stood and looked around confused, in the back of his mind he heard his mother telling him not to move without her, but with her missing he decided that rule didn't apply at this moment.
Ducking under the knotted branches that covered their little den, Phoebus emerged by himself for the first time into the glade. He blinked for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the light, out in the open it was much brighter than in the concealed little thicket. He perked his baby ears, letting the large lobes drift around atop his light colored head. 
     Everything in the area seemed to be still and unmoving, causing Phoebus' to become a bit afraid. He missed his mother already and in his fear he let out a little bleat. When there was no answer he started to cry. His slight form shaking like a leaf in the wind. His ears kept flicking around, hoping to hear her close by.
    After a matter of minutes her heard a shrill voice to his left, without even thinking Phoebus was galloping as fast as he could to the sound. Much to his relief his buckskin roan mother was standing there with another fawnling, a large male who's deep red coat rivaled the setting sun's marvelous colors, his back was pale like his mother's. Phoebus hesitated for a moment, his mother had told him to be wary of strangers, but when he saw his mother weeping the little colt ran to her side.
    Phoebus butted his head against her side and looked at her with his big brown eyes. Hedwig looked an saw her delicate son, which only caused her to cry harder. Confused Phoebus ducked his head between his mother's front legs and looked at the stage. The large chestnut creature blinked at the little palomino roan in surprise. But after a moment he smile and lowered his heavy neck. "My Hedwig, you told me I had a son but you never mentioned how handsome he was." His laugh was deep and hardy, the warmest thing Phoebus had ever heard in his short life. "What is his name?"
Hedwig looked at her mate confused by his joy, why was he not spitting and cursing her for this pale creature that would tarnish his name and reputation. Her ears flicked back and she stated simply, "He is Phoebus."
"It's a fitting name." Hedwig flinched at what she though was a jab. Bernard took a step forward and Phoebus wiggled between his mother's legs and inched toward the larger male, his father. "Little Phoebus will surely be the light of my life."
Hedwig looked at Bernard like he was insane. Bernard just smiled and touched his nose to the slight fawn, making the little colt giggle in a baby like manner.
"Come Hedwig, lets take him home."
    Phoebus looked back at his thicket as they left, the branches seemed to wave at him as if to say goodbye. He smiled, flicked his tail and bounded after his mother and ather a they left the little nook to rejoin the Glenmore herd.

Skill Points

Speed: 3

Stamina: 4

Strength: 3

Magic: 0 [No Level]

Herbs: 0 [No Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown:

Speed:  +3 – base bonus

Stamina: +4 – base bonus

Strength: +3 – base bonus

Intended Use:  He will be used to roleplay in the western isles. I’m really looking to create a bold and confidant character that doesn’t have to be funny or charming. I think Pho would be an interesting and robust characters with a lot of flaws and strengths.