Amaniel | Doe | Royal Doe

So this is Amaniel, a lovely little Glenmore doe  If she gets accepted, feel free to request a RP!  I'm not entirely sure how it is run with fawnlings, however, so you may have to help me out a wee bit xD (: 

Basic Information:

Breeding: CLOSED years 759 & 760

Rut Year 757 (birth spring 758) : Carried Alasdair's foal for EarthboundEquinox
Rut Year 758 (birth spring 759) : Carried King Drustan's foal for Jian89
Rut Year 759 (birth spring 760) : CLOSED
Rut Year 760 (birth spring 761) : MYSTERY BABY YEAR
Rut Year 761 (birth spring 762) : CLOSED - SHE DUN WANT MORE DRAMA
Rut Year 762 (birth spring 763) : CLOSED


Foals:
 Prince Conan by King Drustan : birthed Spring 759
 Ithmah by Alasdair : birthed Spring 758

Fight Stats:

Speed: 6 [ Basic Level ]
Stamina: 9 [ Basic Level ]
Strength: 1 [ Capped at 7 ]
Experience: 2 

Magic:

Magic Type: Earth Magic
Magic Level: 16  [ Medium Level ]
Herbal Level: 1 [ Basic Level ]

Breakdown:

I am at Your Service, My King
+2 magic (1300+ word individual lit)

Love and Law
+2 magic (1400+ word individual lit)

The Guardsman and The Lady
    ^{2000+ word collaborated lit}
+1 magic
+2 stamina
+1 herb lore

Keep it Secret
+4 Stamina (2000+ word lit)

Keep it Safe
+1 Speed - 400+ word individual lit

Herd Information:

Herd: Glenmore
Herd Position: Royal—Royal Doe

Details:

Personality:  [ Sly | Harsh | Concentrated | Compassionate | Antisocial | Hubristic | Limpid | Stubborn | Sensitive | Hopeless Romantic | Meek ]

Amaniel has a nefariously contrasting personality.  This doe’s bark is worse than her bite, and her harsh words can cut deeper than any buck’s antler.  Sly, cunning, and quick minded are all traits that make up her insidious nature. This manipulative female is confident that she can wrap any stag around her hoof with her carefully conceived plans, earning her the title of temptress.  However, when she focuses on someone, she makes them feel as though they are the only person in the world that matters to her. Since her dam was never a good mother, she decided to become the perfect mother in turn.  When she has fawns, they will be most cherished and loved to the best of this doe’s ability.  Her soft, sultry voice passes off a tone of genuine care and compassion.  While she does genuinely care about others, she has a hard time expressing this in a socially appropriate manner. 

With a hubristic attitude, she easily becomes self-centered and overly prideful, humorously thinking herself better than everyone else.  Often times, she talks bigger than she is, throwing around empty threats that contain no promise of being fulfilled.  One characteristic she prides herself in is her limpidity.  She does not hide anything from those around her unless forbidden, and has to be told blatantly if matters are secretive.  She is tenacious and persistent in anything set before her, and she rises up to even the most impossible challenges laid before her.  While she is a sly temptress, she has a side that is loving, and even playful.  One just has to work their way around her wall of protective characteristics to find the kind doe beneath.  Amaniel is strong-willed, stubborn, and excessively sensitive to those around her; she can easily discern other’s feelings, though her attempts at comfort may not be first rate.  She enjoys helping other fawnlings; however, one may just get an earful of complaints first.  She takes it upon herself to baby anyone that is injured, and immediately wants to care for them, insisting that she can help absolutely anyone. 

Amaniel has an unquenchable desire to be loved.  Not just in the sense of having fawns, no.  She wants real true love.  A stag that will promise to take care of her and will allow her to take care of him, one that will see through her tough-girl facade.  This doe wants to be protected, to be cherished, but with this desire comes the fact that she is easily won over.  If she so much catches a hint that a stag is interested in her, she will jump in without looking.  She has been hurt more than once this way, though luckily she has never been old enough to bare the children of such stags.  Amaniel has a weakness for males who seem noble and kind, but it seems they always seem to only want to use her. . .

History:  

Year 752 of the New Age: 

A weak and small grullo doe fawn was born at the end of summer in year 752 of the New Age, just as the cold air of winter began billowing from the sea.  Her mother, a fair doe of royal descent, was quick to act as she cleaned her last baby.  Just as she finished, a large buck with an impressive rack emerged from the woods, eyes shining with a critical light.  His nose twitched as he lowered his head to sniff the tiny bundle, eyes flicking to the doe.  

"What is this?" he asked as his ears flicked backwards.

"Our daughter," the doe replied as her ears set against her neck.  She nipped the babies mane softly and she lifted her over-sized head, gently touching her mother's nose, followed by a sneeze that shook her entire body.

"A lowly filly born of two royals. . . she is no daughter of mine," he growled lowly as he turned, disgust written across his features.  The filly's innocent eyes followed him as he abruptly left, fat baby tears forming in the corners of her eyes.   Both does could never forget those words.  Already numb from the birth of countless royal does and few stags, she went about mothering as an empty shell.  

"You are blessed, little one, so blessed," Atraena murmured as she nuzzled the baby to stand.  Those words soon became her namesake, though Amaniel has never understood why she deserved to be blessed.  Rejected by her father and unloved by her mother, she felt no connection to anyone.  All of her elder sisters were already off and betrothed to magnificent royal stags and her brother away in training to become a guard.  She didn't see them often and she never had friends.  Amaniel was sick, always sick and she didn't grow much over the next winter.   The end of 752 was spent always at her mother's side.

Year of 753 of the New Age:

With the turn of Spring, Amaniel's condition didn't improve. Atraena was a skillful herbalist, but it seemed nothing could help the terribly sickly little fawn.  Much of the rest of her first year and beginning of her second were spent trying to find something to heal her.  The filly was avoided by everyone, as she was seen as a curse upon the herd.  Amaniel was lonely, terribly lonely.  Her mother was her only friend, if their relationship could even be called such.  The doe was unattached, and simply seemed eager to get rid of the burden of this unwanted fawn.  To both of their annoyance with each other eventually sprouted from this.  All the filly craved to do was leave her numb mother behind, but she was forced to stay with her.  It was only as winter began approaching that a break through was made.  

Atraena attempted a new combination of herbs, one of exotic and uncommon plants.  But, Amaniel became more active, and strength surged through her thin limbs.  The normally depressed and secluded filly became outgoing and energetic, plowing into winter as strong as a fawn twice her age.  

Year 754 of the New Age:

Amaniel came into this year far stronger than ever.  She eagerly awaited her second birthday, because in her mind, she would be old enough to leave her mother in the past, to be a free doe and develop whatever skills she wanted.  When August came around and she passed into her third year, she left her mother behind.  At this time, the doe had grown old and weak herself, a feeble shell of a creature.  

Year 755 of the New Age:

continue. . .

Year 756 of the New Age:

continue. . .

Year 757 of the New Age: 

The soft, loving rose Amaniel was born as was soon concealed behind a massive wall of thorns, promising a rough and painful journey to the beauty hidden within.

^{History need some work. . . hopefully I can develop it more once I understand more of the fawnling world :3 I can only get so much through reading hahaha! (:}

Role-play:

Amaniel (c) me, RusticLass

Fawnlings (c) Ehetere