Name: Finnegan [Finn]
Why do you want this goennec?: It's so fluffy!
Annoying gifs aside, I've fallen in love with this guy. I've been trying not to put in a form for him all week, since he's not really the type of goennec I was looking for and the design didn't really stick out to me that much. If anything i was planning on going for Smoke or Ticked, since they better fit the personality I had in mind at the time. Eventually I just decided not to go for anyone, because I didn't have any inspiration.
But I kept on scrolling past this guy and every time I noticed something else about his design that I liked. His pattern is so pretty, and I just love all the fluff. I almost immediately got ideas for his story and personality and he's been bugging me to try out all week. I finally gave in, and the more I think about it the better he'll be able to fit into my little herd.
How would you use this character?: Like the rest of my goeys, he'd be drawn constantly and his story will be continued in my head as he meets and interacts with the other goeys. Emma would get along very well with him, as they both have very similar personalities, and Astarot would be more than happy to try and make him his "evil minion." On the other hand, he'd pretty much be the bane of poor Quiver's existence, as he'd constantly try to be friends with her despite her fear of males.
He'd also be the perfect character to be used in the RP, given that he loves attention and making friends. Most of my other goennecs tend to get wrapped up in their own little worlds, but he'd be much more interested in the feelings of others and trying to please them.
Define your Goennec:
- personality;
Some people find it kind of charming, after all, his stories can be pretty funny the first time around, but when you hear the story of that time he saw a bear for the fifteenth time, it's not hard to understand why the other goeys have so little tolerance for him. He means well, and it's clear that he's not trying to be such a headache, but that doesn't always help his case.
Still, there's something really cute about his smile and the one little tooth that sticks out of his mouth, so he manages to be somewhat well-liked. He can be a very good friend once you get past his quirks, being incredibly loyal and always willing to help out when you need him. He loves feeling like he's helpful, enjoying being the center of attention and being needed. His life revolves around pleasing others and getting them to like him, not matter how utterly ridiculous the task is. It's not uncommon to see him pestering Astarot. It takes the very last bit of the dragon ram's patience not to just drop him off a cliff somewhere.
Emma and him, on the other hand, work together perfectly. Being both very excitable and friendly, the two seem to feed off eachother. Having originally being a pet, Emma knows very little about how to survive in the wild and has only really made it this far by a stroke of dumb luck. Having spent so much time around Finn, she's starting to learn the tricks and rules of the wild. Of course, having very similar personalities doesn't hurt either. It's nearly impossible to decipher what the two are saying to eachother, with both often talking extremely quickly when they're excited and then combined with Finn's stutter, but it's easy to see from Finn's wagging tail and bouncing around that the two enjoy eachothers company.
Unfortunately for Quiver, she's hardly exempt from Finn's "harassment." I never seems to click in his brain that Quiver is absolutely terrified of him, no matter how many times the poor thing turns and runs the other way. Eventually Sarah managed to convince the ram to stop, but only by telling him that Quiver hates his guts. Feeling somewhat hurt and rejected, it didn't take long for him to double his efforts.
Finn spends what little alone time he has grooming his thick fur and strutting around, trying to practice for the siv. He doesn't quite understand the concept beyond trying to gather as many females as possible and maybe fight a couple competitors- a game, of sorts, but he figures that he might as well look presentable. Even in the winter time, when there's no competitions to be had, he's gotten into the habit of cleaning himself since the annoying feeling of dirt clumping into your tail far outweighs that gritty taste of dirt in your mouth.
Of course, these efforts are quickly forgotten only moments later. Rolling around in the mud apparently takes priority over both.
- likes;
being the center of attention- Finn loves the spot light. It's not so much that he has a big ego so much as it is him wanting to entertain others and make them his friends. He bounces back and forth from goennec to goennec, trying to catch their attention.
- dislikes;
being yelled at- Despite his generally happy disposition, Finn is extremely sensitive and doesn't respond very well to being screamed at. He'll often sulk around and act scared, just to shake it off and continue running around.
- history;
Life was never boring- he loved the herd and all of the friends he made. His mother was a kind, though often frazzled, young doe that often went running to the elders for advice when the adventurous little kid managed to once again do something stupid. He remembers spending a lot of time with them, as troublesome young kids were often punished by having to sit silently while incredibly boring old farts lectured him. He hated these time outs, often constructing elaborate plans of escape that were never carried out.
There weren't too many kids that year, and he enjoyed having much of the attention directed at him. The chubby, fluffy little kid soaked it all in and couldn't have been happier.
It was only by accident that ended up leaving that herd and settling in with the small group that he now calls home. He was off trying to hunt, chasing after a rat that he thought he saw scamper away a few moments earlier. Fin had never been very good at hunting, having two left hooves and being a little out of shape, but there was nothing like the thrill of the hunt. Even if your quarry is a rat that may or may not have existed.
And then he saw it. A massive, terrifying head with rows of sharp, glistening teeth. A bear, he thought they called it. He had heard stories of them, of entire herds having to turn and run rather than face the creatures dagger-like claws, and of beasts that even the most arrogant of primes wouldn't risk taking on.
The naive young goennec turned and bolted, convinced that the creature was pursuing him. If he had only looked back he would've realized that it was still just sitting and foraging -eating berries, not the remains of a fellow goennec, then he probably would've stopped. Instead he managed to get himself hopelessly lost, no longer remembering the way back home and not to thrilled about the prospect of facing down that bear a second time.
So instead he found himself a nice, hidden patch of shrubbery to hide in. He was dimly aware of the fact that he was out in the open and therefore an easy meal for predators, but his legs ached from running. He'd find his way back home in the morning, he figured. Maybe someone would look for him.
"Hey Aster, can we keep him?" the high, female voice said. Finn felt a hoof nudge his side, as if trying to figure out if he was alive. He groaned, annoyed that his sleep was being cut short. He rolled over, burying his face in some leaves.
He heard a snort, then the sound of hooves hitting the ground. "You, stand up," the other barked, sending Finn scrambling to his feet. At the sight of the goennec he shrunk away, not expecting such a large and monstrous looking ram to have woken him. He had never seen such a thing. He was almost certain that goennecs couldn't fly, and that large cluster of spikes on the creature's tail sent a shiver down his spine. "What's your name, kid?" he snarled.
Finn gulped, alarmed by the ram's attitude. And he was not a kid, how dare he- he stopped himself, catching another glimpse of the spiked tail and trying to compose himself. "I- I'm Finnegan. Finn."
The green and grey doe spoke again, her face lighting up. "Heya Finn! My name's Emma. Where'd you come from? Why did you end up out here? You're not supposed to be alone in the forest. Do you have a human? I did, her name was Sarah! She's really nice, she gave me this ribbon. I don't know why you guys are all so afraid of them and... and..."
"Wh- where's your herd?" he asked, cutting her off.
"Oh! I'll show you!" she shouted, racing off. Finn bolted after her, thoughts of finding his old home all but completely forgotten
