Goennec Pen #: 6
Name: Roe
How would you use him/her: As you know, I can’t participate in the RP because I don’t really have a Goey to use for it. As I said to you earlier, it wouldn’t work to use a book character as a role-play character. I want to have Roe so that I can use him in the RP, something I’ve wanted to join for a while. I wouldn’t write a book about him, but I still would write several short stories. He would be an interesting character to use for it because of his obsession, as you’ll find out later. I love deer, when I was four I got a Bambi stuffed animal for my birthday. We were inseparable, almost all of the pictures of me in our photo album include a little tattered (loved) deer plush. Though I no longer bring him with me everywhere, Bambi still stays beside my pillow at night. I felt a connection to Roe as soon as I saw him; he’d be a much loved addition to my little family of Goennecs. :3
Define your Goennec: One word describes Roe. That word is obsessed. Roe has an extreme obsession with glorifying his dead father, and would do almost anything to have others worship his father like he does. Roe is a very distressed, agitated young Goennec, and tries his best to be friends with others, but they never stay long because of Roe’s way of bringing up his father in everything he says and does. He believes that his sole existence is for the purpose of making his father proud, because to him, his father is everything. Roe wishes of becoming Prime someday to not only make his father proud, but to also prove to others what a good teacher his father was. He refuses to have a mate and children, for he fears that deep connections with others would tear him from his mission. It would take a very special Goennec to break Roe from his delusions, and to rescue his spirit and mind from the place where he has barricaded them in.
History:Roe was born to a beautiful female and her mate; a fast, strong, good-natured male. Their first child, a female, had died from sickness; and they had mourned for her for many days and nights. By the time Roe’s mother was pregnant for the second time, she was beginning to age past her prime years, and was not able to survive the delivery of Roe. Roe’s father demanded that Roe be saved, and another female who’s own son had recently died took Roe in her care, and helped him to grow. As soon as he was weaned, Roe’s father separated him from the female, fearing that Roe would form a mother-to-son connection with her.
His father refused to let anyone else teach or help Roe, which contributed to his extreme sense of loyalty to his father later on. Roe and his father formed a deep bond; one that would turn out to be unbreakable by even death. Roe loved his father very much, and never spent any time with the other young males and females because of his dedication to the aging male.
Roe soon grew into a physically fast and strong Goennec, but was mentally weak. He was intelligent and sharp; and would have made a good strategist if his mind hadn’t been so clouded by his loyalty. He fought extremely well, yet couldn’t think strait when his father wasn’t around. Others figured that when Roe became a year old, and therefore mature, the connection would vanish. It should have, but it didn’t. If they had cut the close relationship off when Roe became an adult he might not have become so obsessed later. His father still treated Roe like his young son. He figured that he was helping Roe, but he was actually destroying the son he loved and setting him up for failure.
Roe was about a year and half old when the herd he belonged to went into battle against a rival herd. His father was obviously too old to participate, but did anyway because he was worried about his son. Roe went into battle beside his father and fought brilliantly, striking down his enemies just like his father had taught him. The same father who was being slaughtered by several young males from the other herd. By the time Roe reached him, he was fading fast. His last words to Roe were, “You’ve made me proud.” Roe, however, didn’t hear him correctly over the sounds of the battle, and interpreted what his father said as, “Make me proud.” If only Roe had heard his dying father’s words correctly.
Those three words, “Make me proud” were imprinted in Roe’s mind permanently, and vowed to live by his father’s last order for the rest of his life. His father however, could only watch his son from the afterlife and pray that Roe would see the truth, that his father had meant to cut off their ties then and there, because he loved him. Roe believed that he had failed his father by letting him die, and soon slipped into depression, where his only purpose was to carry out his father’s final orders.
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There was a loud crack as hooves struck wood, leaving an indentation in the hard surface. A young brown Goennec then spun around, kicking out with his hind paws at his invisible enemy. He then bared his teeth as he dived to the ground and rolled, then leapt to his feet and bit the air in front of him.
Did you see that, Father? he thought as he sat down, panting.
"Roe!" he turned his head when he heard his name being called, and looked up to see a female from the herd striding towards him. "I was wondering if you're busy today, I-"
"Of course I'm busy! Can't you see that I'm training?" he snapped, his green eyes shining with annoyance.
"Oh, okay. I just-"
"Leave me alone," he interrupted. Why couldn't they all see that he longed for solitude? The young female quickly padded away, into the morning mist. Roe smiled softly to himself after she left.
I think I'll try that move sequence again, Father. His green eyes glazed over, as he thought of his father.
I've given up everything to make you proud. When I reach the afterlife, you'll be waiting to tell me that I served you well. I've given up everything to make you proud. When I reach the afterlife, you'll be waiting to tell me that I served you well. I've given up everything to make you proud. When I reach the afterlife, you'll be waiting to tell me that I served you well. I've given up everything... He repeated his devotions over and over to himself as he fought his invisible enemy.
I've given up everything... Sadness overwhlemed him as he spun and kicked, memories of his father rushing over him, threating to engulf him, just as they had threatened him since the death of his father many months ago.
I've given up everything...