~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[corgie]

is it alright if in our Goennec story we have Goennec that aren't really 'real' just in for the story or no? Since for mine, I have a herd with Fringe, Jay and Plum (who I'm going for) plus their leaders and side characters for the story.

I wanted to make sure so my form wasn't disqualified~

[changed]

Goennec Pen #: 3
Name: Smoke
Why do you want this goennec?: I love the design of this one! Its my fave that i've seen
How would you use this character?: I would put it in my siggy
Define your Goennec: Kind, Caring, Nice, Can sometimes get angry.

[Pachuri]

Corgi.@ I added 'fake' Goennecs to my story too. That's was I was wondering.

[June Bug]

Yup, guys, you can add 'fake' goennecs for the story and can name them. So long as you don't 'design' them (as in describe what they look like), you're good.

lol, silly computer~ New link~
https://join.me/141-887-716

[peter quill]

3B, you can take me out of the list, I'm going to wait for the perfect goey. <3

[Desmond]

Gotcha, DJ~ c:

[Tiikeria]

-{| "Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like." |}-
-{| Lemony Snicket | The Slippery Slope |}-

-{| The Basics |}-
-{| Goennec Pen # |}-

Pen Three

-{| Name |}-

Alvydd
[ From Alvis meaning “All wise” Old Norse and Ffydd, “Faith,” in Gaelic ]

-{| Birth Name |}-

Smoke
[ Renamed after the fire, despite his fiery look ]

-{| Gender |}-

Male

-{| Height |}-

2' 1"

-{| Abnormalities |}-

None

-{| Home Herd |}-

Northern Kisatchie Herd
[ Alexandria, Louisiana ]

-{| Why do you want him? |}-

After the loss of Dapple, my muse left me and I didn’t think I would ever get it back. That is, until I saw him. He made my muse return, and I couldn’t help but try for him. He’s handsome, and his personality and voice came to me the moment I laid eyes on his dark form. I feel like he’s the perfect Prime for Cameo’s herd, and the ram I envisioned helping Cameo come to grips with himself: a father figure, as it were. And, despite his own tragedies in his life, it’s a role he’s quite willing to take…at least, in my mind.

-{| How would you use him? |}-

Alvydd would be used in Cameo’s arc of my story, as the Prime of his herd and his mentor. If I receive him, I may use him in the RP, though my skills are quite rusty. And, as always, he will have a welcome home in my character site, along with art whenever I could manage it, time or price wise.

-{| Define your Goennec |}-
-{| Personality |}-

Fate has been cruel to this poor ram, but you would never know it from the calm, wise exterior is presents to everyone who knows him. It’s not just an act; he has come to terms with fate’s unfortunate hand dealt to him, and has accepted that it’s all part of life. Does he like it? No, but he knows he has no choice but to make the best of it. The one thing that gives him comfort his mentoring the young in his herd and teaching them the lessons he learned the hard way. He takes pride in his leadership skills, but not to the point of hubris. Kind, fair and patient, he makes the ultimate peacemaker, and is the go-to for minor scuffle advice. Though his heart has been broken, he refuses to let that get in the way of forming more relationships, though he has sworn to never mate again, in honor of the one he lost.

-{| Alvydd in a Nutshell |}-

-Calm
-Wise
-Patient
-Leader
-Fair
-Kind
-Honorable

-{| Likes |}-

-Kids
Though he was never blessed by children of his own, Alvydd loves kids. Teaching them lessons and sharing stories passed down from his own family is what he loves to do when he’s not being the leader. Arguments between little ones are often the disagreements he enjoys mediating the most, simply because of the innocence and simplicity they present.

-Silence
There’s much to be said about silence being golden, in his eyes at least. It’s during the silence that he really gets a chance to reflect, whether it be on the day, or on a major life event, or even on something as mundane as a commonplace conversation. Reflection has become part of him, and it had become a time when he could commune with the one he lost, not in a spiritual or paranormal sense, but in a “What would she do?” sense. She has become his conscience, and it’s during the silence that he can really listen to her words.

-{| Dislikes |}-

-Hubris
Nothing irks him more than extreme pride and arrogance, often shown by young rams who believe they own the world. “Pride shall have a fall.” he tells the kids in his herd, hoping they would understand the prince excessive pride comes with. He has seen far too many hubristic goennecs succumb to their pride, paying with their lives, and he would do anything in his power to keep the little ones of his herd making the same mistakes.

-Physically fighting
Besides the Siv, Alvydd does not like to fight. It’s not out of weakness, but out of dislike for fighting. Words are more powerful than horns, in his opinion. However, he will fight if it is necessary and has been known to fight violent, outside males to protect the kids and the ewes of the herd. Protection is the only reason he finds to fight, and will only fight if he, or anyone he’s in charge of, is threatened first.

-Fire
The one thing he truly fears; after it took his parents from him, he learned it's fury, and the pain it caused. Even the smallest sparks make him uneasy; he has seen many a charred remains of a forest, and never has he ever enjoyed the sight. Fire was the smell of death, to him, and it always would be.

-{| My Story |}-

It all started with heat, smoke, and an orange flicker. My earliest memory. My mother carrying my tiny body as she ran, my father leading the herd as the fire consumed everything in it's path. The summer had been dry, and a careless human had set our home alight with the dangerous heat. And we were suffering for it. We couldn't outrun it's rage, and when a burning tree fell, blocking our path, we were trapped. I remember feeling the fear in the air, the panic. I remember my mother placing me in a creek, in a ditch, her words soothing, but her eyes betraying her fear. Other kids joined me in the creek, I could feel their shaking. The whole herd tried to join us, hoping that the low lying area and the water would save us.

Once again, fate had an answer, as a final tree fell. The creek was inaccessible. And my parents where on the other side. By morning, I would realize I would never see them again. I never did. Her last words to me were, "I love you, my little Smoke. I love you."

I would never be called by that name again.

-{| I watch this city burn
These dreams like ashes float away
Your voice I never heard
Only silence |}-

I don't know how we survived the blaze, but we did. I was taken in by another ewe, a friend of my mother's. She gave me a new name, at the request of our new Prime, a wise, but stern, old ram, silently chosen by those who survived. Alvydd...my grandfather's name; the Prime before my father. I was proud to bare the name, as the stories I was told of him made him out to be a great leader. the new Prime allowed me to keep my place in the herd, as I was the only son of my father; the new Prime being kidless.

That wasn't the first great tragedy in my life, though I wish it had been.

Life continued on, and, before long, it seemed, I was an adult, my dark horns proudly curled upon my head, my mane long and sleek. I was strong, proud...and in love. She was new to our herd, but I was smitten. I did everything I could to impress her; I wasn't the only one, though. Other males were smitten, too. I was arrogant, however, and, so, when the Siv came, I fought for her. I fought hard. But I was foolish. I lost her to another, due to my pride. I thought myself invincible, and came out of the fight with an injured leg, hit hard by another male, the winner. I didn't fight again that season, my broken heart wouldn't allow it.

However, after a few years, I was in love once more, as was she. No one dared to defy me now, not only because of the lessons learned from the previous year, nor my new status as Prime, following the passing of the previous one in the winter, but because they could see the nature of her; she wouldn't accept anyone but me as a mate, and I was thrilled. She was the only one I had my eyes on, and the only one in my "harem."

I was thrilled when I found out she was with child, and I doted on her any time I could, often bringing her gifts of food and resting beside her in the chilly nights. I loved her, and I loved my unborn kid, more than anything I have ever loved before.

Then the sickness came.

-{| All this time I can make it right
With one more try, can we start again?
In my eyes, you can see it now
With one more try, can we start again? |}-

-{| The Story in a Nutshell |}-

Alvydd was born in the western part of the Kisatchie Forest in Louisiana to a soldier and the current Prime; through this lineage, he was named Prince. However, a forest fire cut his time with his parents, as they were killed in the blaze. He was adopted, and given his current name by that ewe. He grew into a strong ram, still in his Prince position, despite the change in leadership.

His first Siv came with heartbreak, as he was soundly defeated by an older ram for the affection and privilege of mating with what he believed as the ewe of his dreams. He didn't mate for a few years after that defeat; not because he was discouraged, but because of his need for a solid relationship. Finally, by his fourth Siv, he found what he was looking for in a sweet, yet adventurous soul. He fell in love as soon as his eyes laid on her. She was the only one he mated with, and he swore she would be the only one for life. It was a promise he would never break.

Despite his effort, he couldn't stop the disease that swept through the herds of the South. His herd was diminished and depleted, including a loss he almost couldn't bear: his love, and their unborn kid succumbed only a few weeks before she would have given birth. Suffering from another broken heart, he almost gave up. But her voice kept him going, a voice that had become his conscience. No one knew of the voice he consulted, as they moved further south, at least, not until Cameo.

The herds met by chance, Alvydd approached Cameo first, kind greetings being passed between the two, though Cameo's soft voice had traces of weariness and pain. But the two hit it off, Alvydd being surprised by the Prime-less movement of the heard; he had figured Cameo was the Prime just by his actions.

Through a mutual decision between both weakened herds, they merged, becoming the Kisatchie Herd. It was during this merging that Alvydd chose a Prince to follow in his prints: Cameo, the ram he saw promise in. The ram he took in as his own son, filling a hole in his heart left from the loss of his mate and child.

-{| The Cast |}-

-Cameo/Arwel
A male from a neighboring herd, later made Alvydd’s Prince when the herds merge due to low numbers.

-{| The Art |}-

Currently none, and probably won’t be done by judging time. </3

-{| The Notes |}-

Unfortunately, I didn't have the time I would have liked to finish this form completely, due to school and work. However, that doesn't lessen my love for him in any way, shape, or form. Hopefully my meager offering is enough. <3

[June Bug]

You and B are trying to kill me, aren't you? ;A;

[Tiikeria]

You and B are trying to kill me, aren't you? ;A;

Why would you think that~? >:D We would do no such thing~

[Desmond]

We're far too kind to kill you, silly Kam-Kam~ >:3