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Rut   Open! Send me a note, but please read his journal about his breeding, as well as his repro status; important info is there!! 
Romance   D'Arcy is open for Romance and Crush plots! This does not mean your lady will be his mate, or is guaranteed a fawn in Rut. I do not promise anything.
Sparring/Fighting  D'Arcy is almost always open for a little sparring, but he's not too keen about social interactions. He's more about training his magic. 
Roleplaying   Always open! Looking for friends, someone to train him in magic and other areas. 

FYI  His antlers will stay the same until he is 20 or older. They are very slow growing, but are insane none-the-less. Throughout the year they are very small to sometimes non-existent and only stick around for Rut. Then, they drop off to start the process once again. At times you can even find him purposefully breaking the longer tines if they get too heavy;despite taking pride in them, they can get overwhelming.  It is more than typical that they will never fully reach this extreme size by Rut, though as he gets older the more and more they will develop to get to this stage. By his 20's they will be this size and once again start to grow. 
            - Yes, he is unfortunate to have me as his creator. Steroid antlers all the way.-


Previous Reference: O'Dorchaidhe Old Ref. | You can see a more accurate layout of where his scars are here. [ NEW REFERENCE HAS TO BE UPDATED WITH SCARS, IM SORRY I FORGOT THEM JUST TOO EXCITED TO BE DONE ] 

  O'Dorchaidhe   

Skill Points

Unfinished
 Forgotten or Dismissed

Herd Information

Relations

Wary, Unsure|  Neutral

 |  Dislikes with a Passion

 |  Friendship |  Crush |  Intimacy |

  Teachers |   Family |   Offspring

character

Personality:
  

•  Reticent | D'Arcy is strangely quiet, giving others an unsettling feeling as if he is keeping something from them. He has his secrets yes, but at first glance the stag is rather un-talkative, finding solace in the silence. He can be rather secretive, holding onto them as if for dear life. 

•  Cataclysmic | The stag can be destructive, finding no reason to not curse or hex someone should they get on his wrong side. He takes pleasure from the pain it can cause, sometimes doing it for the sheer fun. He is also self destructive, his own worst critique and can get lost in the recesses of his mind, which is a potentially dangerous place.

•  Blood-Lustful |As he is cataclysmic, the stag can also have a taste for blood when on a rampage, stopping at nothing. He can be unpredictable, and no one may know when a mental snap may occur when he listens too closely to those nagging voices. It becomes a fit of violence and rage, blood only spurring him on. A fallen or broken comrade may also put him into this state of mind, his sense of loyalty and protectiveness sending him mad to avenge them. 

•  Passionate | For such a usually quiet creature, D'Arcy shows much of his passion through his magic, spending much time and effort to build his skill and live up to the expectations his mother had set for him. His voice warms at the talk of things that excites him, and could be no better friend when needed. The stag puts much effort into what he loves, wether it be his magic or someone who has caught his eye. 

•  Vivacious | What can come as a shocker is that this quite withdrawn stag can be exceptionally lively and animated. Things that excite him send him into an animated mode, gesturing wildly and talking with clear ecstaticness about whatever it is. It's a much different side of him that he only shows to his closest companions, something that may come as a surprise to him that some may find attractive. He is much different at these times, showing his softer side. 

•  Mysterious | His quiet and secretive nature leads him to have a mysterious air about him. Rarely does his talk about his past, or things that would better be left unsaid. He finds the shadows much more comforting than being out in the open, which may only lead further to having an eerie feeling about him. 

•  Compassionate and Warm Hearted| The stag only shows this side of him to the ones he truly cares about, the ones he would do anything for. He is a compassionate soul, but sometimes that often leads him astray as he can become fixated on something a little too much for his own good, leading him to believe that for them he has to do it. There's a warm heart underneath all of that blackness, it just takes the right deer to see it. 

•  Pedantic | D'Arcy is truly his own worst critique, and can become slightly obsessed. He wants everything to be perfect, refusing to believe that that for himself is unachievable. It's clear as daylight to see when he works on his magic, easily becoming frustrated when things don't go as they should. 

•  Tortured | Usually there is a maintainable control of his outward appearance, there are times when the stag can succumb to his violent instincts based upon his past and memories that constantly linger in the back of his mind. It takes great focus to control that anger and hatred, though every moment is constantly burns a hole into his mind and heart, like a sickening disease. 

•  Coy | It's strange to think of D'Arcy as coy, but he often makes a pretense of being shy or having modesty, usually with the intent to be alluring. He is also coy about giving up information that may be important, a hard case to get information out of.

•  Coquettish | When he wants to be, D'Arcy is not shy about behaving in a way that is very suggestive, a very flirtatious fellow. His actions and words portray a playful sexual attraction, intending to draw you closer in the hopes of winning you over, though in the end while it may just be for a short time, the stag hopes to eventually find the one that will in a sense keep him, fulfilling his deep desire to find the one. The stag wants more than just an occasional flirtatious encounter that leads to nothing serious; he want's a committed relationship that leads to a family, rather than just suggestive words being tossed about. 

• D'Arcy has very thick fur in places and an overall furred rather than sleek appearance, giving him the "typical" stage ruff and slight beard which will only continue and lengthen along with a growing mane as he ages. In a way he's glad to not have long hair at the moment, as he wouldn't really know what to do with it unlike a doe.

• His tail-fur is very long, and is often worn in a braid to keep it from trailing loose behind him and getting caught on branches or being stepped upon while he is working. Other stags and even does may find it silly, but to him it's practical and allows him to weave in more trinkets. On a typical day, he lets it hang loose. [ Braid is not shown in this main reference! A journal will be created for these specifically ] 

• He has ornate antlers which over time will get to the " I regret this" stage, but have proved useful in battles and for carrying things. And again, hanging trinkets. Sometimes he does wish he was born with tusks, finding them quite attractive on the does, but in the end would not trade his antlers in if given the choice. He prides himself in them, taking great care so when they are there and have not fallen off, that they are pristine. [ Trinkets to be shown in a journal made for these specifically ]

• He has a few scars, most residing on his muzzle from where antlers, or possibly tusks, have raked his face. A few other ones are hidden by his furry appearance, lending a nice ways for the scars if they heal badly and ugly to be hidden. 

• There are usually bones and feathers woven into his mane and braided tail, sometimes even nice beads if he can find them. Anything really it seems that catches his eye. As any self proclaimed Witch, he seems to think having ornaments is a must. [ Are not shown in this main reference! A journal will be created for these specifically ] 

• His coat is lighter than what the stag would like, wishing that is was darker but still maintaining an subjective "attractive appearance" with patterns and markings. As long as it helps him to blend in, though the lighter patterns don't exactly help, he can't really complain too much.. though he'll certainly try. 

Making him who he is today, D'Arcy was born into a web of lies and trickery. He was born to Aradia, a prominent Witch of Blackwood who was known for her great prowess with magic. Despite her imminent wisdom, the doe was a bit.. lacking the knowledge of romance department. Aradia was beautiful, a dark pelt adorned with such extravagant dark markings; it was hard to keep one’s eyes off the Witch. She quickly fell for Kian, a Blackwood Soldier, whom had become a friend in recent years. He was kind to Aradia in a sense, but soon after breeding the doe realized her mistake, falling for his sweet charms and general good nature. Her mistake was that she thought she was in love, though as stated before her knowledge of such things of that nature was considerably lacking. Aradia felt sorrow for her mistake, feeling as if she led the Stag on, after he had confessed such feelings for her. The dark doe ran into the deep parts of Blackwood, encountering the one who would turn her life upside down.

     There she met Enki, a Witch much like herself, though much stronger than she in the talent of Black Magic. He was a master at Necromancy and Possession, hinting to his advanced age, as if his antlers were not enough of a giveaway. Aradia was nervous at the beginning around the large Stag, and gently and slowly he gained her trust; soon her affection. A month she resided in his company, before telling him of why she had fled from the heart of Blackwood. Enki was understanding, his words soothing and showing only his love for the doe he called his. He knew though, Kian would still be thinking that she was mated to him, no doubt awaiting for her return with news of a hopeful pregnancy. With a frightened doe following close behind, Enki lead the way home.

     True to his belief, Kian was excited when Aradia returned until.. he saw Enki, the large dark stag. He had turned to the doe in confusion, and with a teary gaze she apologized if she had lead him to believe that they would be mated as a pair. She had felt something for him, but it turned out.. it was nothing more than friendship. The dark doe had tried after they had paired, but she did not want to hurt him anymore. Kian was stubborn though, and challenged Enki for her, though he would not force her to come even if he won; he just wanted to show her his feelings for her. It seemed an unfair fight, Enki a large nearly black stag with hints of color and patterns with a mass of antlers, squaring off against a much smaller and less “endowed” antler-wise dark bay Kian. The fight was quick, Kian with dignity admitting defeat. Aradia was not convinced this was the end, knowing somehow the stag would not let this go. He would find some way to get back at her, she was convinced of it.

     When her son was finally born, Aradia and Enki welcomed him into the world with open arms. He was their pride and joy, and they loved him more than anything. Kian though, was convinced that D’arcy was his.. after all, he and Aradia had bred before she and Enki had been together. The dark bay stag though was near to talentless in Black Magic, while D’Arcy would blossom with it, his parent’s having passed down their great talent for such magic to him. Still, Kian would forever believe this was his child, though he allowed them to have their “dellusions”.  Aradia was still havocked by worry, living in constant fear that somehow, someday, Kian would get back at her for what she had done to him in her naiveness. She had become paranoid with her delusions that the stag would exact revenge, and her son having seen her in such a state, too began to believe that Kian would do something. 

    D’Arcy was about three years old, almost four, when tragedy struck, changing everything he knew.  Aradia and D’Arcy were out one day, she teaching him of the native plants and dangers to avoid, and most of all where the edges of the herd grazing area. He was never to pass it, as Oakfern fawn-takers could be lurking. He would forever remember that day, as his mother was showing him where it was and was not safe to go, when two stag’s approached, hatred flourishing in their eyes, gaze focused upon her son. They were going to take everything away that she cared for it was clear to see, and with the last ounce of her love the doe flung herself in front of her child, shoving him into the bushes as the stag’s antlers pierced her body. She murmured the last words that her son would ever hear of her sweet voice; “Run”. D’Arcy ran, running back into Blackwood’s heart, tears streaming down his face. The sudden arrival of a fawn without it’s mother caused some alarm, and a search party was sent out. They recovered the body of Aradia, and it was deemed a crime; no doubt the work of Oakfern fawn-takers. The fawnlings were to be hunted down for killing one of their own. From that day on, D’Arcy would forever believe that it was Kian behind it, remembering his mother’s hushed words of worry late at night about Kian taking some sort of revenge upon her. It was a crazy notion, and he refused to believe it was just a coincidence that they had run into Oakfern fawnlings.  

     Enki raised him as best as he could, but his heart had been broken with the death of his mate Aradia, no longer finding the will to live. The old stag taught D'Arcy much of what he and Aradia knew of magic in ways of words, building up his son’s knowledge so that he may one day use his gift. In the end, his father succumbed to the sadness and heartbreak that had taken away his will to live, leaving D’Arcy alone at the young age of 4 years. He would not remember much of his true father, as Kian quickly stepped in and acted as a fatherly figure until D’Arcy was just 4 1/2, though his distrust of the older stag was growing with a deep seeded hatred, stemming from his mother's paranoia that D'Arcy had taken upon himself; he just had to be behind his mother’s death, and slowly became fixated until madness.  With fear at his own thoughts, D’Arcy fled into the outskirts of Blackwood to live, away from everyone else.

    He had fought until now to suppress those memories and voices inside that drove him to madness, but with the loss of the only one he truly knew after the loss of his mother, his heart grew blacker and blacker, burning a hole inside of him that would forever spread. He vowed that day, that Kian would pay for what he had stolen from him, and he would not be satisfied until his rage had been quelled, for now. He returned to the heart of Blackwood, to be in the company of his herd and subconsciously to get close to Kian. He worked long and hard, training himself as much as he could in the art of magic. By 6, he met a young buck named Nirvana, the color of dark blood, covered in beautiful patterns; a mere herd member. They grew close, closer than you would have thought at such a young age forming a bond of loyalty so strong, though never did he know of the horrid start the young stag had, or the thoughts that forever ran through his mind. Sadly, one day his body was found outside of the territory, broken and battered. The death was forever a mystery, but the loss drove him mad; he could have saved him couldn't he? What if it was all his fault? From that day on he grew more reserved with interactions with herd-members, though somehow gained a few but far between friends, though no one could fill the hole of loosing Nirvana. 

    His coming of age ritual was not terribly typical or exciting, no doubt when compared to others who succeed faster than he had. D’Arcy took this task with pride, as it would mark him as an “adult”; he had reached adolescence. He took on the task of hunting a bear, stupid if you ask the narrator, though soon realized this was almost near impossible to hunt a bear in it’s prime. A cub though.. a cub would do nicely if he could get the chance and if surprise was in his favor. It was a long hunt, the young stag spending weeks upon this task, almost giving up upon the hopes of a young bear cub. His blood-lusted nature was reveling in this task, itching him onward though. Eventually he got his chance, after almost giving up upon a bear hunt, and to spare much of the gory details, he took pleasure in the torture before the kill, though did not escape unscathed himself. He too sustained some wounds that would require weeks of healing, but he would survive and bear the marks. Even a young cub was dangerous, and he had figured it out all too well. If given the chance, D'Arcy would go back and force down his pride and foolishness to hunt a wolf instead. In keeping with tradition, he had to bring back something as proof. He brought back a bloodied canine, showing it off proudly before turning it into a necklace that is seen still today around his neck if you can see it through the mass of fur.

    By 8 years old, D'Arcy does not yet have any children. The stag has participated in courting rituals, but never "sealed the deal" if you would say, finding no true connection with anyone as hard as he tried. While he has stopped participating in the Rut for the sake of mating, he finds it a good way to test his strength against the other's. Maybe one day if he meets the right doe, he may change his mind and give it another shot to find love. Every day he battles with that blackening heart, waiting for the day that he can finally take revenge on Kian for stealing everything from him.

    He sticks to himself more than half the time, wanting one day to maybe travel farther than he has been. He wants desperately to forget the things he has done and will do, the madness and bloodlust that can overtake him; to make something new of himself. Deep down in that darkening heart, he wants to find someone who he can spend the rest of his life with, though even from them will his secrets be kept from. He does his best to be as much like Aradia and Enki, trying to keep to the morals that they had; but at times he lacks and falters. He drifts from place to place now, feeling as if he doesn't belong. Someday, he hopes there is someone who can make him whole.