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I'm also ready for relations to form and ships to sail.
Team hats:

Yeah but now we have to feed it, water it, and clean it often.
Working on my character sheet (:
@Holy Soldier

I'd like to speak with the GM's first anyways.
I found out I got sick earlier this year so my disappearance was a bit selfish-
Wanted to focus on me and my family for awhile, but now that I have a bit of schedule down pact-
I wanted to return to the forum that makes me pretty happy and where my creativity can run freely.

Thank you though for mentioning me, I really appreciate it
@Holy Soldier

If I will be welcomed back, then I would love to be back.
These last few months have been hard for me, and I didn't want to assume anything

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Name:
Bambi

Alias/Nickname:
Barbara Jane Mills. Babs to some. BJ to others.

Tale:
Bambi: A life in the woods.

Physical Age:
Twenty One.

Actual Age:
Almost 100 years old.

Height/Weight:
A little bit over five feet tall, and weighs around one hundred and three pounds.

Gender:
Female

Physical Appearance and Attire:
Barbara is a petite young woman with sandy brown hair and blue eyes. Freckles are sprinkled across her cheeks and nose and most of her peach body. She is not too concerned with physical appearances, keeping put together but not necessarily well manicured. Her hair is usually wild and unruly and if she breaks a nail or two she isn't too concerned about it. As far as clothing goes, she keeps her tones very earthy and neutral. You will see her in black, grey, beige, and tones of green. She does not feel ashamed or afraid of her new human body so she often wears things that others might consider "revealing" but she is never trashy. A natural beauty.






Personality:
Skittish. Nimble. Emotionally Withdrawn Unless Feeling Safe. Inconsistent. Curious.


Background:
"Bambi was a roe deer fawn born in a thicket to a young doe in late spring one year. Over the course of the summer, her mother taught her about the various inhabitants of the forest and the ways deer live. When she felt Bambi was old enough, she took her daughter to the meadow- which she came quickly to learn that it was both a wonderful but dangerous place."

Why?

It leaves the deer exposed and in the open.

Not much really had changed when Bambi came to the big city. Sure, she got a real job, a roof over her head, and a human nice make over thanks to Tale produced potions; alas no matter if you're in the meadow or city that exposed feeling never goes away. Bambi at first found the city to be absolutely terrifying, she often locked herself into her apartment for days on end, staring out the window with vacant eyes as the lights traveled by. "Oh..fuck me." she would sigh as the bills upon bills piled upon her kitchen table. The office that helped out Tales never could help her with her bills either; she was on her own for that. Many times she was threatened to be sent back to the homeland for non-compliance, but she always managed to slip on by from biting the bullet.

Unlike her mother.

Eventually Bambi traveled out a little more each day, becoming familiar with her settings. Though, when news of someone being shot would play on her television set (either in movies or in the news) Bambi regressed back into her hermit ways, until she could feel she could travel once again. It was a long and painful process. However, as crime became less and less in the city (or so Bambi thought when she lost her cable from not paying the bills), Bambi traveled out into the real world as Barbara Greene: florist specialist assistant. As she built her resume up a little bit, she discovered she had quite the talent for growing things, and began slipping into a 'city' way of like, and began selling drugs to both humans and other Tales alike.






Skills and Abilities:
- Speed and agility.
- Motherly; knows how to take care of things.
- Knowledge and expertise of nature related things; growing, identifying.


Starting Items/Trinkets:
- A small anklet that has a pair of antlers on it.
- A booklet of pressed flowers from the meadow.


Weaknesses and Flaws:
- Can be childish.
- Physically not very big or strong.
- Terrible at meeting new people and socializing without serious trust issues.
- Tends to be a little overly curious and asks inappropriate questions that shouldn't be asked.


Other:
- Has yet to feel twitterpated since she's come to the city.






Name: Roe Emlinel

Age: Appears mid to late twenties, but was born many many years ago.

Gender: Female

Species: Elf

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Personality: Care free. Enjoys riddles and poems. Helpful. Patient. Free Spirited. Playful.

Likes:
- Literature
- Spring Weather
- Nature Studying
- Traveling
- Lilacs


Dislikes:
- Idiots
- Centaurs and other half beasts
- Impatient people
- Thunderstorms (She's afraid)
- Learning how to drive in the city


Biography: "Come now Roe, sing a song for our guests, you have always had a beautiful voice as light as the yellow bird your family is named after." a young mother called to her child. The family had invited several guests over for dinner to celebrate a good harvest, and the good season for fishing. The family and several other elves had found their home next to the lakes and used the resources of the land to survive as well as flourish. "Come Roe, sing!" her mother insisted, as the guests smiled and nodded their approval.

"There is a place named shipwrecked cove placed behind a rock
A boy and a girl would travel there for her to suck his -"

"ROE!" the young girls mother exclaimed, her face a crimson red at the embarrassment her daughter had given her in front of their guests. Roe giggled, "I learned that one from the neighbor boy." Roe gleamed, her soft round lips upturned into a grin. "Bed." her mother retorted, as Roe's smile then dropped to a pout, "But Mothe-" the girl started, and was given a stiff finger pointing towards their home, "Now." her mother finalized the command, sending Roe into the house, beaten by system once again.

As Roe aged, she always had a pleasure in riddles, songs, and the casual practical joke. Though many of her friends and family found no pleasure in this, the girl remained the same. "Honestly Roe, you need to mature just a little." her mother pleaded as they sat down to wash their clothes. Roe smiled and nodded, it was often easier to just agree to what her parents had to say rather than fight the cause. The two continued this sort of conversation; Mother lecturing a child, while child half doesn't pay attention and half just says "Mhm, yes."

"Your father and I think it time you left our small town to find your soulmate." her mother bluntly spoke, noticing her daughter's lack of soul mate finding participation. Roe responded once again, "Yep." before noticing the words that had been spoken, "Wait, what!?" the girl exclaimed, dropping the clothing she had held as her desert sand shaded eyes widening as she glared at her mother, "I'm not ready for that, my date is far from here." she chuckled, picking up the article of clothing and dusting it off slightly. "I'm just not ready for that." she repeated once more, handing the item to her mother and walking away with out another word about it.

A few years passed as Roe left her small town, and soulmate date became present. The name etched into her skin, faint but visible enough to be written in plenty of poems that the girl had scribbled in her notebooks through out the years. It wasn't until one day that she was traveling in the subway to her job that her wrist began to burn.


Occupation: Florist

Country of Origin: United States

Feelings About Meeting Their Soulmate: Not entirely ready, but not unprepared. She feels that she has known them her entire life, despite not knowing anything about them in the slightest. Roe hopes that they would respect her culture and wants to explore what the world has to offer by her side.

Soulmate:

Other: Prefers her tea with sugar, lemon, and lots of honey.
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