[Pasa Fino]

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[Queen Vivane]

"As I walk through the valley of shadow. I will forever remain watchful for those that would bring fire and brimstone to smite the land, waiting to ruin it into a twisted remnant." - Lucia

username;;
Queen Chrysalis

name;;
Lucia

gender;;
Female

pronouns;;
Always and only female related.

sexuality;;
None. As that is another frivolous thing humans love to bother each other with.

etc;;

named for;;
The founding saint of The Valorous Heart. Saint Lucia. Symbol of the order taken from the orders page.

personality;;
Unlike the woman she's named after, Lucia is quite unforgiving toward those that cross her. The rebellious theme of her nature makes it rather hard for her to forgive and forget so most often this deerssert can hold quite the vicious grudge. Lucia judges first and invokes her wrath upon those she deems unworthy or wicked, she can be quite the little demon even with her not exactly terror inspiring height. She cares not for the rich for they are foolish and content hide away in their big houses with all the fancy things which often infuriates her to no end. Lucia is often skeptical when she meets the rich that do not appear to feel the dire need to cover themselves in tasteless rocks and shiny things, along with the urge to eat food that is only by 5 star gourmet chefs. It is a necessity for her to be doing what she thinks is right, that mostly being her attempting to eradicate those she deems to be wicked and full of the deadly sins. One can't eradicate much when one is a Deerssert, for they are small and smell of pretty things. You cannot say that she does not do her best though.

scent she carries (going purely upon the shake design);;
Peppermint

size;;
Lucia is roughly about the same size as a greyhound

religion;;
None, for she deems it a foolish waste of time that could be otherwise spent on doing the right thing.

theme song;;
[Praetorian Guards]

is there anything she has nerd moments over?;;
Oh yes. She's quite prone to frantic jumping when given research material upon the order the woman she's named after is from. (I saw nothing about Deersserts being unable to read XD )

listener or talker?;;
Lucia doesn't talk much and would much rather listen to others speak unless they are speaking of subjects she is not fond of

what holidays does she favor?;;
Lucia tends to gravitate toward the old names for some of the more popular holidays that have been modernized and mostly taken and warped from their original bearings. Such as Samhain and the four solstices. Her favorite is the Winter Solstice.

likes;;
Bird song, dogs,

dislikes;;
Religion, greed, gluttony, pride, vanity, lust, cats,

what is one thing she cannot stand?;;
Oddly enough she cannot stand the smell or taste of peppermint! She abhors the stuff

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username;; ~Snowy Owl~
name;; Willa
etc;; wippp

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This deer goes by Cordelia, meaning "heart" in Latin.
This is also the namesake of one my my best real life friends and I
thought it would be a fitting tribute to one of the most kind people I know.

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Cordelia, is among other things, a unique individual. She is energetic. She is the kind of deer to become rapidly excited about things, although she doesn't know how to calm herself down quite yet.

[Sp00kEHours]

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Username:
IBiteBack
Name:
Lucien Israel
Gender:
Male
Accepted Pronouns:
He, him, his, himself
Sexuality:
Homosexual

Personality:

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Favorite poem; In Flanders Fields by John McCrae

[mars]

username;; ƈⅈℯℓ ♥
name;; kununkhira (chichewa for aroma, flavor, or peppermint)
nickname;; khira or khir
gender;; khira, though born as female, switches constantly between genders and is genderfluid. some days xe is more feminine, while on
other days xe can be more male or even somewhere in between the two. because of this, xe prefers to be called by xe/xer pronouns.
however, on specific days, xe may ask to go by other pronouns if xe feels more like a certain gender.

[serl]

about me //
Hello, I'm vibrant.. A deerssert non - owner. And, I will remember to make sure her looks won't fool me. *Stares down at her lullaby*
name //
Eminta, shall be her name for sure.
nicknames //
Devil's Daughter, Minta, Em, Fallen Angel, It, That, Thing, Joker.
gender //
Female.
liked pronouns //
It, That, Thing.
sexuality //
Hmm, straight. She's leaning to bad / evil boys.
Eminta's lullaby //
Hush young one don't speak a word.
Mama's gonna murder a mocking bird.
When she does hurt that poor thing.
The door won't ding.
personality //
twisted, messed up, loves Christmas, evilish, insane.
why would such love Christmas //
"Why, at Christmas. It's a great chance to give knives and bombs out to innocent people to encourage them to become like I."
theme song //
Three Days Grace - Animal I've become
favorites //
food - any meat
drink - blood salty cranberry juice. as a sub.
holiday - Christmas
sound - whispers, she hears them all the time.
scent - rain
color - red
shade - black
least favorites //
food - apples
drink - apple juice
holiday - st. patricks day
sound - the default ringtone of a phone that goes ding ding
scent - not sure.
color - yellow
shade - none
likes //
-blood the night
- darkness
- crows
- meat
- Christmas
- crawling
- milkshakes
dislikes //
- nothing

[Emris]

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Username;
Emris

Name;
Peppermint

Gender;
Female

Basic Personality;
Wondrous : Kind : Silly

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Her Favorite Time of Year

Peppermint is a truly a holiday fanatic. Nothing is more important to her then this season, except
those close to her of course. Every year she counts down the days, staying up late at night just
thinking about how it's only that many more days until Christmas. While for a lot of other young
deerserts love holidays because of the gifts, Pepper loves the season itself. How it makes even the
most miserly a little more giving, how people ban together to make the holidays special for those
less fortunate, and how everyone just seems a bit more kind. While she does love receiving gifts
herself, Pepper's favorite thing to do Christmas morning is to photograph her friends and family
opening their gifts so she can always remember how happy everyone was at that moment.

Wondrous
Peppermint sees magic in almost everything,
and therefor has a child-like sense of wonder
that undoubtedly will last her entire life.
Because of this she may seem a little childish,
but that will never bother her because she
knows that it's alright to be a little different.

Kind
To Pepper, the most important thing in the
world is for one to be kind. To offer those
who need it most a little encouragement
and maybe a little love. It may seem small
but Pepper knows that small unexpected
acts of kindness can have a great affect on
those who truly needed it.

Silly
One of the reasons Peppermint remains
the kind little deersert that she is is
because she can let herself be silly.
By being silly and let everyone see
who she is, she keeps herself and
others in the holiday spirit, regardless
of the time of year.

Likes
Winter
Hot coco
Anything Minty
Fuzzy Blankets
Mice
Kindness

Dislikes
Hot weather
Tea
Mushrooms
Denim
Birds
Rudeness

The most important things in her life
Her family
The holidays
Her blue knit scarf someone from the food bank gave her
Her pet mouse Snowball
and of course
Random acts of kindness
and Her furry red cap

A Deerling's Dream
One wintry Christmas, not so far away
There was a little deersert who went out to play
The cold and the snow where this little one's home
And she always felt safe no matter how far she roamed

But one night she went out to see winter's stars
And in her bright wonder she wandered quite far
The chill came quick and nipped at her nose
And the later it got the more her fear rose

The wind howled and blustered and roared in her ears
Bringing forth all her most frightening fears
Stumbling blindly through the thick snow
She suddenly saw a carriage, but where could it go

She ran to the sleigh, hoping for warmth
When suddenly a man came stumbling forth
He was round in proportions and his nose was quite red
He even had a furry red cap on his head

With a warm smile he put the cap on her head
And brought her back home in a large wooden sled
She woke with start right back in her home
And after that night she never did roam

Without her furry red cap that is.

All writing @ Me
Decoration items @ CS

[ruse]

username;; clarinet
name;; Jubilee
gender;; female
favorite thing about Christmas;; Jubilee adores the lights hanging on houses and buildings and the holiday spirit that spreads like wildfire around winter. She likes to plan the layout of the lights of her home as well, trying to draw inspiration from what she's seen on TV and the houses she visits when she goes caroling.
personality;; though young, she wants to grow up; she appeals to the idea of being mature and independent like the role models in her life. Being independent would give her the chance to decorate her own home as she wants, eat whatever sweets she wants, and watch as many Christmas specials as she demands. Despite her wishes, Jubilee's still young and immature, childish and oblivious to the world around her. She wants to see and learn about everything. She's curious about all the things she hasn't discovered [yet] and fantasizing about her wildest dreams.
short story;; she knows she shouldn't be doing this. She knows that she shouldn't, but her limbs move before the thought of consequences weigh in her mind. Jubilee forces herself out of her bed, out of the tight tuck her mother left her in. As soon as her toes touch the carpet of her room, she freezes; wide eyes quickly scan the room before she establishes the fact that the floor is lava and lava will kill you if you stay in one place too long. Abiding by her rule, she quietly and quickly tiptoes out her room in exaggerated fashion, like she's seen in too many movies before. She checks the area before making way to the living room, locking her sights on the dark and blank screen of the flat-screen TV her father often yells -both foul words and "child-appropriate", as her mother would say, words- at for absurd reasons. Her mother would join in too, screaming at him to shush his mouth before she tapes it shut. She scoffs; and they call her a child. She jumps the mighty obstacle of the couch, landing lightly and thanking the gods of appetite and food she didn't eat as much as her father does. She slumps after sliding the remote into her small palm, sighing a content smile as a light flickers on. She waits for the TV to flash, signaling for "A Great Christmas Light Fight" to premiere on the screen. She's met instead with a pair of eyes too close for her liking. She gulps. Her mother takes her by the hand, guiding her back to the room. Jubilee notices the floor isn't lava anymore; her mother's frozen it into cool rock with her icy attitude. She frowns before hopping onto her bed. Her little feet swing lamely at the edge as her mother speaks. "Don't you know that it's past your bedtime, Jubilee?" She almost frowns at the use of her full first name. "Yeah," she stretches the word's value, as if she could postpone disappointment. "Couldn't you wait until the morning to see it?" Her mother sits next to her. "But it was the new one!" she argues, losing composure as her feet cease their rocking. Her mother laughs and Jubilee remembers how that chuckle has comforted her so many times before. "There's bound to be many opportunities to see it later, Lee." A hand on her shoulder, Jubilee takes the initiative to lay down as mother tucks her in like she did thirty minutes ago. The light of her room is gone; her mother's face is highlighted by the hallway's now. "Sometimes you have to be patient, Lee. Remember that." Like that, her mother is gone and Jubilee repeats her last words before her mind is lured into a calming dream about Christmas lights.

[BecNessMonster]

username;;BecNessMonster
name;;Sherry others call her Cherry
NickNames;; Cherry, Red, Share
Gender;;Female
Personality;; Peppy, bubbly, that kinda cheerleader type who is strangely nice to every one, hates the idea of putting another down
Sexuality;; Homosexual

Likes;;
-Cherrys
-red and blue
-rock music
-roller rinks

Dislikes;;
-pop music
-black
-pickles
-movie theaters

interests;; Girls, Roller skating, bars, karaoke, loud music, dancing, flirting,
Phobias and fears;; afraid of the pitch black dark