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Bernard (#5928)
Level: 1

Bernard (ID 5928) - Tanulci

Name: Bernard

Nickname(s): Nard, Deer Thing with the Plants on It, Pink Buck, Jeffrey

Health Status: Healthy

Owner: Tanulci

Breeder: rexemi

Age: Adult

Gender: Male

Soulmate: Unknown

Height: 143cm

Weight: 716lbs

Build: Standard

Coat type: Shaggy

Genotype: ss/cr/FBr/bk/Lu/Ol/Sp/Sa/Se/Bd/Sb/Bh

Phenotype: Dilute Fox Brown with Overlay, Splash, Saddle, Siamese, Brindle, Sable, Bleeding Heart

Mutations:

Physical Mutations: None

Horns: None

Hierarchy Level: 1/6

Passage of Courtship: 2/2

Pack:

Reference:

Design Copyright: Rikari-chu

Personality Traits: N/A

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Personality:

( Perceptive | Morose | Timid )

First Impressions

Hesitant and shy. Nard's not one to first approach others. He's not the brightest.

Expression

Nervous and uncertain. His mouth is commonly tensed. He does not look directly at others, rather, it's tilted antlers they might see as he faces the ground.

Attitude

Nard is well-meaning. He doesn't really know how to express himself, and in certain situations, his stress may come out as annoyance. He's a little gloomy.

Features

Pink-toned fur with gradiants and heart-shaped accents. Antlers bulge from his forehead, branching into rounded limbs which holster magnolia flowers. Contrasting his fur, string-of-heart ivy gently lace down his back and wrap around his tail. The ivy itself seems to bob and curl, as if its alive on its own.

Gait

Hesitant. Curled over and head low, Nard steps with nary a lick of confidence.

Mannerisms

His eyes shift back and forth when he has to face someone. He crosses his front legs when he lays down, then rests his head there. He can be seen vigorously scratching trees with his antlers when seasons change. He tends to pick up infant animals.

Lineage:

SSS: Unknown

SS: Kiev #435

SSD: Unknown

Sire: Baldur #3236

SDS: Vorn #704

SD: Bellatrix #787

SDD: Fawn #286

DSS: Owyn #2488

DS: Lorcán #3012

DSD: Inkeri #1408

Dam: Maraja #3691

DDS: Felix #220

DD: Nakra #2435

DDD: Nanna #15

HISTORY

+ Perceptive | + Resourceful | + Loyal | = Introverted | =Thoughtful | = Detail-Oriented | - Timid | - Insecure | - Cautious |

Nard's gone by many names in his time. "Deer Thing", "Pinky", "Jeffrey", and "Buck" were some of his most acquainted callings. His birth name is Bernard, however, and affectionately his mother called him Nard on the note that it wasn't a nickname she'd heard anyone been called before, and what with how silly it was. Nard's mother was whimsical and extremely dear to him. He was adopted at an extremely young age alongside two other stray pups. While the other two were eagerly adopted nearly immediately, Nard held a harder time asserting himself, and being looked after in a town filled with rough sea-farers, he was an outlier already in his fragile-looking appearance.

Nard's mother adopted him immediately upon seeing the distinct mark on his chest--bleeding heart. Though he was unlike hers, she found a quick kinship in this small being and treated him as if he was her own from the moment she saw him. She'd just happened to be visiting the area so Nard was swept off away from the seaside town. She would cover up Nard's marking with a small piece of cloth in a similar manner that she did her own. Nard would rest near her chest each night as they traveled, the special glow of her marking soothing him to sleep.

Nard didn't always carry plants and antlers. He was born as plain as could be. It was later in life when playmates would coerce Nard into going into a forest which they were not allowed into until after a ceremony at a certain age. And for good reason–the children, not knowing any better, had disrespected the forest. They kicked away fungi, stomped flowers, and bit and chewed at unknown plants. Nard attempted to pull them away the best he could–this was a terrible idea, he told them. He apologized to each life destroyed and hurt with a small bow. He tried pulling them away, only to be laughed at and called a chicken. And then. There was the last straw: one of the children peeled the bark of a tree.

Raging, a heavy voice reigned over the area. Tree branches swatted down, and vines whipped and whirled towards them. The children scampered away. All but Nard, who was frozen stiff in place. And it was then, unfortunately, that the earth spirit revealed themselves.

They were tucked away in a body smaller than Nards. Though condemned. The spirit noted that other than trespassing Nard had done right by the forest, and for that, he would grant him a gift. And so Nard was blessed with ivy, living as he did, pretty, springly, and lightly dangling with very little care so long as Nard offered a little of his life force for it.

Nard regarded this as a curse though, as others treated him drastically different with his gift, and the sudden drainage of life force kept him intensely tired.

He began to shut off away from everyone else, who praised him and treated him like an envoy. The already shy fellow tucked away behind his mother in nearly every conversation, and once he held his coming-of-age ceremony, he swore to get out of there. Fortunately, one of his friends, one of the children who had taken him into the forest that day, was also on board. The two traveled for a short while together, though they'd often butted heads, especially with how dependent Nard was on them due to refraining from engaging in social interaction.

And then, history repeated itself. They had been resting in a village similar to their own, one which boasted a live idol. When Nard stepped into the area, he was immediately treated like some sacred idol, while his friend was mostly an afterthought and a tagalong. Nard despised this and attempted to clear the air with his friend by clarifying that he told them to treat him as any guest but they denied him, calling him a gift from their goddess. However, his friend continued their jealousy.

They told him that they were going to visit the sacred forest, despite neither of them having the necessary permission. They told Nard that they were going with or without him; Nard vehemently insisted that they go by themselves in the heat of the fight. His friend would promptly storm off, though they would never enter the forest. Instead, Nard would never see them again.

Worried for his friend, Nard would walk around the borders of the forest for quite a few days. He would hold no idea that he was abandoned until several days later. Nard was rather uncomfortable with this crowd of people in particular, however. Having nowhere to go, he settled into a cave on the opposing side of the sacred forest and would take long walks along the border of the village all the way to a quarter's way of the gigantic forest. One day, after months of patrolling, he would hear a faint cry for help.

He'd learn of the forest and its guardian from the village. How their kindness ascended anything, and how their trial was extremely difficult to pass in order to receive permission to enter the forest. Unlike his village, This forest would physically create an impasse should it decide you were not worthy. Keeping this in mind, Nard leaped through the border's trees, attempting to pinpoint the call.

Down a hill he went, and up another where he found the source, an injured Felvarg boasting a pink coat similar to his. Their left foreleg was wet with blood, from a bad run-in with what Nard pondered was a bandit. He came up quickly and silently, catching Fel off guard. They rolled and cried for mercy with their painful tumble down the hill, the bottom threatening to gulp the Felvarg down into a steep cliff's crevice. Nard galloped as fast as he could. However, despite efforts, the Fel hung on now by a root which they bore in their mouth. They hung, dangled, and grunted, even more so when they recognized the blessed stranger.

Nard held an extremely difficult time figuring out how to lift the stranger. He tried by the scruff of their neck, however, they were heavier than him and Nard wasn't exactly strong. He attempted to draw the other's good paw up towards the steep end but they didn't have the strength to pull themselves up with one arm either. After nearly giving up. He sat there, bewildered. And much more unnerving, the two heard heavy pawsteps nearby as well. A bear? He didn't know.

His last resort was wrapping his lengths of ivy around the fellow's body. Though he started underneath the Felvargs neck to his surprise the ivy continued to wrap on its own. It also attached itself to Nard more tightly, and after many moments of bewilderment, soon the Fel found the other completely lifted. They were placed on the ground right next to Nard, crying their thanks. That was the last bit of information Nard would hear until he passed out

When he awoke. He found himself at a temple. It was quiet and looked as if it hadn't been occupied in years. Ivy pink crawled from the cracks of walls and pillars. Magnolia trees, odd in that they were redwood instead of the norm, alongside Cherry Blossom Trees reached the sky and protected the parameter. Blue and pink-like petals were placed lining the forest floor. Actually, this place was rather pink, Nard noted. His fur was soggy from an unknown amount of rain, which was a bit odd. He'd have usually woken up at the sound of rain let alone being poured upon. He lifted his head with a small urgh.

What had happened was that his vines had taken too much of his energy. He felt a little embarrassed and naturally looked around for the person he'd saved. He didn't realize anything was different about him until he happened upon a random puddle. Sprouts of antlers had shot out of his fur. Confused, he touched them with his paws. Oh, they were there alright.

Nard would wander out of the temple, with the intent to leave of course. This wasn't his place to be there. It was almost like the forest was escorting him out; though he was there for quite a while, he found himself along familiar borders much sooner than he'd expected. Unfortunately for Nard, however, there would be quite a treat for him when he returned to the village.

Not only was his act of heroism celebrated. But also they took notice quickly of the new blessing peeking from his skull. The forest has accepted him as its own, they said. His kindness and selflessness carried to him a gift by the goddess herself. Nard felt he was extremely undeserving, having not even been born there let alone carrying this important status. Not only that, but he'd returned not to celebrate and party, but to see how the Felvarg he had helped was faring. Maybe he had been asking too much. Either way, he packed his things and attempted to wander off within the next few days.

Except that he felt drawn back to the forest. So no matter how many steps away he took, he always found himself looking back in the direction of that place.

It became something of a home to him. He'd even meet the notorious goddess herself, a titanous lady by the name of Aoife. While he'd thought himself to be more hostile towards a being in which he'd been blessed, he quickly realized that not only that she had nothing to do with that so it was pointless to place blame, but also she was rather pleasant to associate with. He would regard her as an older sister who carries similar views of the world as he does. She wasn't a goddess at all, more like a guardian of sorts to the great forest.

Nard would pick up the odd habit of bringing injured creatures to the forest to be rehabilitated. He was conscious of the environment, so should it have been a critter that would disrupt too much about the forest, such as odd predators, he would avoid such. But small squirrels, birds, or rabbits were often the victims in he toted into the forest. He felt safe there, so he naturally felt that they would be safe there too.

One such time, after taking care of a pair of chipmunk siblings, Nard felt a pull towards the temple. As if being blessed was not enough, this time he encounters a serpentine egg left there. After hashing out why he felt the need to take the egg and what he should expect from caring for such with Aiofe, he decides to keep it safe and raise it alongside while he cares for the chipmunks. Long after the chipmunks were healed and off on their own, the egg hatched into a dragon unlike any Nard had ever seen before. And sure enough, they were also pink. While wondering if the forest had some weird preference over beings who carried a certain pelt, he would name the dragon Hana. Hana is to this day his best friend and faithful companion.

Nard currently resides in the forest, albeit temporarily. He lives in a small den close to an exit towards town so that he can provide for a pup that he stumbled across and ended up adopting. After several dangerous encounters, Nard decided that it was best he took his welp to a place where he knew for sure that even if the little one was injured, she'd be returned to him in due time thanks to Aoife's vigilance. Though he still isn't fond of interacting with the villagers, and mostly wanders at night, he's enjoying his time there.

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Bernard 5928

Soulmate: Unknown