Goennec Pen #: 2Name: BeebieHow would you use him/her: I would use Beebie in the role play of course and I would put her in my Goennec character site that I have yet to conquer. She would get art to the best of my abilities and be loved forever. Her design is amazing and simple which I love about her and her colors are of Halloween, but don’t show as much. Even though I love Halloween, I love how you put the colors together without making it seem like Halloween. I absolutely love her and I solemnly swear she will be taken care of. <33Define your Goennec:I couldn’t think of a story to write about Beebie, so I’m going to write about her…Beebie is a girl who would rather be honest and straight-forward than lie to make another feel better. She’s a hard girl with few emotions. Why? Well, let me tell you a bit about her background…
Beebie came from a group of humans that would train her to hunt down their killings that they shot with a metal pellet that she was deathly afraid of, but had gotten used to the sound since she heard it every day when the farmer came home in his clanky motor that the other Goennecs they trained called, “cars”. She trained lots, running every day, building her muscles and endurance. She would have to race the others to see who would get the fake kill first, and even though she was short, her legs did have a higher ratio over her body and her pace was quick, giving her a higher chance of winning each time.
After the training, they would go inside to eat. The only time they ever ate was at night, but they did get fed a good portion. Sometimes if they did a good job they would get treats, but if they didn’t do too well, they would have to find for their food, and when that happens, she would usually come out with a few scratches and gashes, and only a couple bites of the food everyone needed.
Her normal day consisted of waking up, training on her own for a while, rough-housing with the other Goennecs, resting until the farmer got home, training with the farmer and his friends, eating, then going back to sleep. The highlight of her life then was going hunting, for real. They would sit in the car for hours though, and all the way Beebie would wonder why they needed to go so far, just to get some ducks and doves. When they got there though, it was pure bliss. Open fields, fresh air, and not a soul in sight, the whole area, all for them. It’s hard competition though, they bring five of us, out of the ten, and if they don’t do well, then they probably don’t get to go next time. That’s only happened to Beebie once, and she dreaded it. A whole 2 weeks without the farmer or the others, though she could do without the farmer, he was quite mean to them.
The ten Goennecs she was a part of treated each other like a herd. This tall ram was their prime, the one everyone looked up to. He was skilled and probably the only one who could beat Beebie at everything. He was amazing when it came to hunting. Being able to smell the kill probably a mile away was just one of his amazing talents. For the prince, it was Beebie, and she wasn’t sure why. She was a total newbie when she came, but had great talents and had great advice. The rest were, or course, the soldiers, being treated equally and truly. We all got along the best we could, but it’s not like we don’t have our feuds.
Beebie was originally a Goennec from the Frost Mountains, daughter of the Prime and was most likely next to be Prince, since her father was getting older, but she wasn’t too sure about the idea of being a top dog in her herd, then her life turned around when she strayed a ways from her herd. Her nose was acting up and she thought she smelt a rabbit, so she left the others she was hunting with and followed the scent that was never there, only supported by the old scent that was clogged by the sickness she was about to get. It took her about 5 miles north, until she realized she was nowhere near home, so she started to head back, but heard footsteps, then out of the blue, a human arm was around her neck and the other was grabbing one of her orange horns. He dragged her for a while, but soon learned it was getting too hard, so he had tied a thick string around her neck and was dragged for a long time. This human would not give up. She bleated and cried for someone to come, but she was far from her home, maybe 8 miles out, and she knew it was no use, but she still fought back, to no avail. She was pushed into the back of a clanky metal box, traumatized, and the other end of the string was tied to a hole in the back of the huge metal box. She was taken to a farm, where she met 9 Goennecs who were bred in captivity, which she was highly surprised to find out. They all had unique personalities, but were used to totally different customs. Like instead of catching their own delicious food, they ate kernels from silver bowls and killed for the humans, which she thought was very, very odd. Over the last two and a half years, she has gotten used to the idea of living with the humans, and it wasn’t that bad, until something terrible happened.
Beebie was hungry after a really long day of running and running and running. She guessed she hadn’t realized he was having a bad day until later, so later Beebie realized he was taking it out on them. That night, he barely gave us a few bites for one of us, and there was no way Beebie was going to be able to fight for that food tonight, so she sniffed it, and then followed the scent. She found herself walking out the door of the wooden house they lived in, to a small building that was a couple hundred feet from the house. She found the bag there, and started chewing down the food, and then she heard the farmer coming. She froze. What would she do? There was no place to hide in here and she couldn’t walk out. As she was thinking of a plan, the farmer had already reached her, and he had a bat. She ran as fast as she could, racing towards the Frosty Mountains she had found herself looking at everyday for the past two and a half years.
What she found was not what she expected. The whole herd was turned upside-down. The two people, who were no fit to be Prince and Prime, were of course Prince and Prime. Beebie asked to come back, but they would not accept her, as they refused to believe her story of living in captivity, saying it was “impossible” and “nothing of that sort could have ever happened”.
So here she is now, searching for a herd that will accept her for her tragic past, wishing her kind was not so judging.
Views: Her views of the herds are quite mixed. Since she has always belonged to a herd, she believes they are perfectly normal, but she doesn't like how the new prime can pick just any Goennec they want. She believes that the elders should get together and have a say, since they've been in the herd almost all their lives and know the behaving of each Goennec in the herd. Or they could also have some sort of competition that the elders, along with the new prime, could judge in able to find the fittest new prince. The contests wouldn't all be able strength and speed, but also about dealing with problems in the herd and the area around them. The way her old Prime treated her when she came back was uncalled for, in her opinion.
A bit of personality: Beebie is a quiet and mellow, but a fierce competitor who is hard to beat with her natural ability at winning(not saying she wins at everything). She's always up to a challenge, not matter how relaxed she is. She's like a sports car, can go from 0 to 80(in amounts of adrenaline) in a matter of a few seconds.
