xxxx________Basic ✖ Information________
xxxx◉xxxName: Famine
xxxx◉xxxTitle: ???
xxxx◉xxxGender: Male
xxxx◉xxxOrientation: Pansexual
xxxx◉xxxNature: Hungry
xxxx◉xxxSize: Rather tall. Not too bulky, but the guy's internally built like a tank.
xxxx◉xxxParents: None. Not like he ever needed any.
xxxx◉xxxSiblings: N/A
xxxx◉xxxMate: ???
xxxx◉xxxOffspring: N/A
xxxx◉xxxPower:
-Earthquakes: Famine doesn't particularly like to fight, but he has a rather uncanny ability to create a minor earthquake when he's furious, and has to be very careful with where he swings his tail. With a stomp, or a slam of his heavy tail, he can sometimes even crack the earth open before him, creating a small chasm.
xxxx________Likes ✖ Dislikes ✖ Other ________
xxxx◉xxxLikes: Swimming, being warm, EATING.
xxxx◉xxxDislikes: Other herla generally, winter, his reflection, his unbelievable misfortune with unrequited love.
xxxx◉xxxRoleplay color: #9ba145
xxxx◉xxxTheme Song: Flare // Plazmataz & Hanyuudesu
xxxx◉xxxRoleplay Log:
xxxx◉xxxHistory: He was cast out as a fawn. That much was easy to guess. Born to which herla, it would never be known; The swamp boy must've blocked it from his memory, but really, who would blame him? When prodded, Famine could only shake his head and state that he remembers no more than cold words and ill-wishes until a warm spirit stood before him and cradled him to her side. Matrika was her name. No older than two days past adulthood, she spirited him away from the hate and the hurt, raising him like her own little brother, far from the edge of the Delta bordering the swamps where he was born.
Famine can recall the sweet days of living in the Delta with Matrika to teach and grow with him. He often dreams about the days they spent together playing, swimming, and even taking naps in the sun side by side... And, regretfully, about the love he felt for the doe that never went further than the front of his mind. Fam would've done anything for Matrika; She was his precious saviour, and he was her little light (no matter how big he actually got) and nothing would ever change that. He always admired the doe's gentle strength and her desire to right the wrong, though her fiery defense of Famine's terrifying appearance often got her laughed at and ridiculed.
There had been a time when Famine got close to speaking his mind about his feelings to the beloved doe, but fate was determined to keep him silent forever. It had been a cold day in winter when Matrika had decided to escort him (at the buck's request) to the edge of the swamps where he had been abandoned. Famine was determined to chase away the ghosts of his past and replace them with happy memories-- Which meant he had made up his mind about spilling his guts to the femme and finally just tell her that he loved her. But before he could, there was a sharp cry from deeper within the treacherous area, and Matrika was off like a bullet to help out whomever had let their fear erupt vocally.
The screaming doe was dead on arrival.
Hovering over the body was a Ghavial, stunning both Matrika and Famine in their tracks. He wanted to run. He wanted to tell Matrika to run... And run she did. In the opposite direction he wanted her to. The doe had been enraged by the death of a fellow innocent herla--Had been blinded by the injustice of it all--and no sooner than Famine could take a step forward, she had rushed to her death, beaten down once, twice, three times by that wretched venomous tail of the Ghavial.
Famine was left alive, only spared a glance by the vile beast that had killed his love. For hours, he lay beside Matrika, curled around her body, simply staring at the reflection of his ugly maw in the liquid ruby that spilled from the doe's flank. All too quickly, he realized that he had been left alive simply because the beast was too dumb to recognize the difference between him, the mutant gator herla, and a young Ghavial drone. Nightmares often plague the buck now, images of his reflection in Matrika's blood morphing into a Ghavial coming alive to rip him limb from limb... And on other occasions, he is the Ghavial himself, striking down the doe that meant so much to him.
Nine years later, Famine can be found roaming the Delta by himself, not too fond of company since other herla can be, well, a painful reminder of the past, should he be called ugly, or horrifying. Which... Happens a lot more than Fam can care to admit.
xxxx◉xxxPersonality: Understandably so, Famine is more or less just a frustrated buck, not seeking to be understood by anyone, but really hates it when he's misunderstood. He's a bit rough around the edges, preferring to push others away rather than get close, but he's not entirely opposed to holding a conversation with a stranger. Fam doesn't take too kindly to being called ugly-- He already knows he is, so he doesn't see the point in rubbing it in his face. While he may snap at others when he's annoyed, it really does take a lot to right-out piss him off. You can bet you'll know when he's mad at you, though. Fam isn't afraid of using his outside voice right in your face. Or his tail to smack you down.
On the inside, Famine's just a bit of a lonely guy who's gotten used to his bad luck with love and life in general. Since Matrika's death nearly a decade ago, he's found himself devouring every type of food he can get his jaws around to try and fill the hole in his heart by filling his stomach. His hunger has been getting worse as of late, however... And he really has to watch his drive to consume when he's around particularly annoying herla...
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