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 Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 2:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 3:34 pm
 i. introduction
ii. table of contents
iii. posting rules
iv. donnchad
v. history
vi. acquaintances
vii. roleplay log
viii. solo log
ix. possessions
x. art
xi. credits
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 9:06 pm
posting rules
i. no smoking
ii. use ((brackets)) for ooc comments
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 9:07 pm
 Name: Donnchad
Age: Sixteen
Race: Cervitaur
Magic: Especially good eyesight (night or day) and camouflage (in woodsy areas only).
Location: Nivae's Forest
Personality: Donnchad is a homebody, hesitant to step out of his metaphorical front door. With some considerable struggle, he's made his life into a comfortable one that he feels safe living, and he doesn't want to disrupt that. Within the boundaries of his own comfort zone, Donnchad is noisy, cheerful, and eager, but as soon as something new is introduced into his world, he clams up and puts on his mask. Literally. Donnchad has an owl mask that he fashioned himself, and it puts just enough separation between him and the outside world for him to feel comfortable approaching strangers who wander into his home, though he may be hesitant to speak to them unless he needs to. He's definitely not good at direct confrontation, and solves most of his problems by running away from them. He's not very dependable and he knows it, so he tries not to let people get too close to him in fear of letting them down. However, though he was born as a rather shy and quiet boy, living on his own has, ironically enough, made him more confident and cheerful, so he does want to have more friends of his own kind- he just isn't sure if he's ready or how to go about it. Donnchad is very much the kind of cervitaur who needs to take things at his own pace or find a roundabout solution so he can deal with things that are happening too quickly for him. His roundabout solutions are certainly inventive, he in no way lacks imagination, but his imagination hinders him in that it helps him escape from his issues instead of sorting them out directly. His faith that there's a forest spirit of some sort looking out for him doesn't help matters, as he believes that even if he doesn't deal with his problems directly, the way will eventually be presented to him through no effort of his own. He embraces fate and coincidence when it comes to decisions he doesn't want to make, especially involving his future. One day he's going to have to face these things, but for now, Donnchad is fine being an awkward and distant young hermit who lives in the woods talking to his owls, and he'll continue to put off change until he feels he's ready to handle it.
Unfortunately, he's changed in some ways whether he's realized it or not. Donnchad has, after spending most of his life with owls, picked up some owlish quirks. He often tilts his head far to the side when he's thinking about something, or when he's bored, and turns his head around very quickly when he needs to look in a different direction. He broods frequently when he's thinking, and has a tendency to stare, both at people and animals, and simply into space. Donnchad has also picked up a taste for small rodents, though he tends to cook them first, unlike his owl brethren. He also eats his food quickly and messily, whole if he can manage it, which has lead to some instances of near-choking. He can even get himself into trees to sleep by means of devices he rigs up, and by now, acting like a cervitaur is stranger to him than acting like an owl. He speaks with a somewhat hooting accent, often drawing out his vowels and clicking his tongue.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 9:10 pm
Donnchad is hesitant to talk about his past, and as far as anyone knows, he was actually raised by the owls whose company he keeps. Actually, he was born a younger son to a large clan of cervitaurs who lived in the wild and hunted and supported each other as a community, the father being the leader or king of the clan. The heirarchy of the clan wasn't based upon which son was eldest, but which son was strongest, so amongst sons there was often much competition and jostling, which Donnchad simply couldn't keep up with. Ever since he was born, he was pushed to the back, and his incompetence at thriving within the clan culture made his life more difficult than it had to be. He often got less food and worse sleeping quarters because he couldn't assert himself and grew up to be meek and shy, unable to change his lifestyle for the better, and too timid to find a new way of life. It wasn't until he was eight years old and taken on his first hunting trip that he found a way to improve his life, when he and his older brothers ran into an enormous, enraged wild boar. Too big to fell, it chased after all of them, and his brothers went running each in different directions. Because he was smallest, Donnchad managed to escape fairly quickly, but in his terror, he didn't stop running until he was thoroughly lost. For a while, he thought this to be a great misfortune, and the first few nights in the wild he spent calling for his brothers and trying to find his way back. As time went on though, that struggle to get home became a struggle just to survive, and then, when Donnchad accepted that he wouldn't be able to get back, he began to look for a place to stay. What he found was an isolated part of Nivae's Forest, rarely disturbed and calm, and he began to make that place into a home.
At first, Donnchad was so afraid of being on his own and of danger that even after he found a place to sleep and hide in the hollow of a tree, he still only came out at night. Steadily, this sharpened his developing magic to focus on his eyesight and ability to camouflage. Since he only went out at night, his best company were the owls who hunted at night along with him. Hunting was difficult. Not only was he inexperienced, he had a bow and quiverful of arrows from his first and last hunting party, but he didn't know how to make new arrows. Hesitant to use them, he began to try to train the owls to help him hunt, and slowly forged a bond with them out of necessity that would become like family. The owls became his main source of company and he would frequently talk to them and project personalities onto them, while they would sit on him to rest. The bow and arrows he kept as a threat to intruders, but he's never actually shot it, and would probably miss even if he did. Donnchad sees the owls and the boar as a sign that some higher power is looking out for him and though he's not sure on the details, he does whatever he can to ensure that higher power stays pleased with him. He draws it as a boar surrounded by owls on the interior walls of his hollow tree, which he's widened out to have a small room-like interior to live in while the owls live in the branches. He spends most of his time outdoors though, and has been going out during the day more frequently, having grown strong and confident living on his own apart from the competitive life of the clan he was born into. He's still skittish around people, but Donnchad has a life he can thrive in, albeit a sort of lonely one. However, due to his skittishness, his mask, and his isolation, people who pass by have mistaken him for a forest spirit, and the god that he keeps drawing art of to appease has inadvertently become a real minor deity, with rumours that Donnchad is some sort of owl-faced servant. Donnchad has ended up using this to his advantage, both to keep humans from prying too close and to avail himself of food and offerings that they leave at the stone cairn he built to mark the edge of his territory.
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