Menoa | Glenmore Doe | *Tainted* Commoner

Mask attached as seen here:
mask w/o hair

Playlist:
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***She has NOT been outed as Tainted, but it is up for speculation as she has had nothing but dark daughters and her firstborn has always been a tad tall for her age. Don't try to confront her unless you want a fight because she will get defensive!***

Old Ref: 

Breeding:  

Roleplay Journal: mockradrake.deviantart.com/jou…591793934

Current Location: The Loch (Normally spends Summer & Fall at Loch Kerr ; Glenwood Winter & Spring) 

Den: Loch Kerr (Stays in a small cave) 

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Basic Information: 

Name: Menoa 

Gender: Doe 

Orientation: 

Voice: Sia

Age: 24yo. 

Year of Birth: 748 

Height: 9.3hh 

Build: Medium 

Phenotype: Buckskin Partially Restricted Fawn 

Genotype: Ee/Aa/nCr/fwfw/nrz 

Eye Color: Deep Brown 

Design sheet: Fawnlings October Pool #72

Bloodline: Glenmore 100%

Mate: None 

Appearance: 
A well fed doe with a thick tail, the fur on her tail mimics a fish's fin and her mane is haphazardly kept. Her rack is fairly large, a long winding set of ribbed tines. The fur on her neck and rump is plush and thick due to extreme hair growth which is very uncommon if not unheard of for a doe. Menoa can be mistaken for a stag from afar. Her eyelashes are also fairly long, if you happen to catch a glimpse of them. She has to keep her mane and tail trimmed to keep it manageable which makes it choppy. This doe can also be most commonly be seen wearing a strange looking Lindenwood Mask throughout most of the year. 

Personality: 
~Difficult~Stubborn~Resilient~Cold-Hearted~Wary~Tomboy~ 

Menoa is a fickle doe, not one to supress her opinion whether it be the wrong time and place or not. She will always tell you how she feels and anyone's input on her opinion usually cannot sway it. To say the least she is bull headed with an iron will. You only gain her respect by offering your own. Menoa prefers the company of stags, being a bit of a tomboy rather than a proper "Lady". She usually doesn't care for the company of other does because their incessant gossip and superficiality hold no interest for her. She has even been known to spar with stags when the opportunity arises and is often mistaken for a stag from a distance. If she were permitted she may have half a mind to join the Guard. She can seem very cold and uncaring if you don't know her well, deep down she does have a heart, it's just hidden beneath a thick shell of distrust. Her brother and daughters are the dearest pieces of her soul, even if she may not express it well. There is even a place for their sires, small as it may be...
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Skill Points

Speed: 6 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 19 points max)
Stamina: 6 [Basic Level]
Strength: 6 [Basic Level]

Magic: 10 [Medium Level]
Herbs: 4 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown
+4 speed - base bonus
+3 stamina - base bonus
+2 strength - base bonus
+2 strength - starter bonus
+9 magic - starter bonus
+3 stamina - Mixed Impressions: Mixed Impressions
+1 magic - Entwining Fear: Entwining Fear
+4 herbs - Fungus Among Us
+2 speed - collab art - Overcast +2 strength - training/sparring with a Fawnling of higher level 
 Roleplays/Art Collabs:

760
-Spring:
mockradrake.deviantart.com/art…577974709
-Summer:
-Autumn:
-Winter:

761
-Spring:
-Summer:
-Autumn: 
Mixed Impressions
Trouble
The Raid to Ruin
-Winter:

762
-Spring:
-Summer:
-Autumn:
-Winter:
Entwining Fear

763
-Spring:
-Summer:
-Autumn:
-Winter:
So You Wanna Play With Magic...

764
-Spring:
-Summer:
-Autumn:
-Winter:

765
-Spring:
Mentions
The Raven among Doves - Chapter One
-Summer:
-Autumn:
-Winter:
The Proposition

766
-Spring:
-Summer:
Mentions
Quoth the Raven, Nevermore
-Autumn:
-Winter:

767
-Spring
Overcast
-Summer
-Autumn
-Winter

768
-Spring:
-Summer:
Fungus Among Us
-Autumn:
-Winter:
Discovers Lune has passed away
Stops looking for Dahlia


Family: 

Sire: Exiled Lord Rhydderch (Deceased) (Didnt claim her and she does not know him as her Sire)
Step Sire: Asharrd (NPC Commoner)
Dam: Malorie NPC (commoner) 

Siblings:
 Sir Lunemyr | Stag | Knight 
 Rhydian | Glenmore Stag | Guard 
 Estelle | Glenmore| Royal Doe

Offspring:
 Dahlia | Filly | Glenmore Commoner
(Out of Kerras | Stag | Blackwood | Raider )
 Lady Nyx| Filly| Royal
(Out of Lord Ragnarok | Stag | Royal )
 Lady Melora || Filly || Royal|| Tiny Terror
(Out of Lord Virgil|Stag|Glenmore| Sad Royal )


Relationships: 

Lune: Menoa is not exceptionally close with her brother, though he is probably the only Fawnling that understands her if anyone does. He may be the only one she trusts thus far. 

Dahlia: Her sweet daughter, there are so many disapproving eyes on her but no judgements can hinder Menoa's love for her. She is perfect, regardless of the herd's superficial views and opinions. Maybe it would be best for her to go live with her father one day in a place where she'd have a shot of the respect she deserves. 

Estelle: Ugh a superficial Lady, how lovely... 

Rhydian: There isn't much aside from a few fuzzy memories of this seal bay stag. 

Kerras: The father of her first fawn, Kerras is still quite the enigma to her and she doesn't fully trust him, though wouldn't deny him time with their daughter as she does feel he cares. She feels guilty for lulling the stag into the false hope of her going to Blackwood with him, but fear of the unknown got the better of her. 

Fear 
Hate 
Dislike 
Unsure... 
Acquaintance 
Respect 
Trust 
Close Friend 
Friend 
Crush 
Unsure/Mixed Feelings 
Love 
Family 
<slash>Deceased</slash> 

History: 
Menoa's life began in the spring of 748 born to a pair of commoners, her mother already having three older fawns, her closest being a yearling fawn named Lune. Her father was long gone, surely in the herd somewhere but she would never get the chance to ask a name... She'd only been with her little family for a short time. Lune and her mother had went off for a while, telling her to stay put with her older siblings. She listened of course being an obedient little thing. It was only when Lune returned alone that she felt something wrong inside. Her brother looked broken, his face was all wrong. Haunted. Where was mommy...? 

The yearling grieved only causing his sister to cry with him. They were alone for days before a doe took pity on them, immediately noting how hungry Menoa was, too young to be without a mother's milk. Lune had tried to show her how to eat grass that he'd only started to feed on himself but it was hopeless. Menoa struggled along, getting weaker by the day. It was a good thing this mother took her in else she would have starved to death. But the transition was not without complications. It took her months to regain proper weight, those days without proper nutrients had stunted her for quite a time and she was ill throughout a good chunk of her fawnhood, but she soon grew out of her weak state with the help of her foster mother. Lune nor the others stayed around long, being placed under the care of other surrogates. Lune only came to see she was well and only when she was out of her foster-familie's site, but other than that he stayed away. It kind of hurt the little doe's feelings that he'd left her, but what could be done? He Had never told her why. 

Menoa's adopted sister was a rotten brat, always pushing the smaller doe around and being quite stingy about sharing her mothers affections. It seemed she hated her. And hatred begat only more hatred. The two always fought throughout their fawnhood, at times escalating to the point of near killing one another, resulting in a few scars, before their mother broke them up. When a few years had passed and she was about four years old she just thanked her foster mother and up and left without a reason. No one tried to stop her, knowing how stubborn she could be. Not to mention, they'd be glad to have the young doe out of their hair. 

Another year had come and gone and Menoa's antler began to grow, it was far larger than a doe's should be, or at least that was what everyone kept whispering behind her back. The overgrowth of her fur was no further credit to her "beauty". Looks like a stag... Makes her so... No one will ever... Not to mention she's a... The doe began to grow more bitter with each passing day. So for the next few years she set to polishing her new-found Earth Magic in all her spare time. Something to control her rage. She would wander off and work in silence, though often getting frustrated with her many mistakes and thow short tantrums, often taking her anger out on trees until she became exhausted. Trial and error was definitely a process to say the least. 

She Also found herself often disliking the company of other does as the years stretched on. She felt stags more suited her as company, less mouthy at lest. Menoa went out on her own again, to her quiet place, and made a decision, she would make a new face for herself in the most literal way, to hide her feminine features, and masquerade as a stag. She formed it from the wood of a Linden tree, a face of fierce lines, hiding her identity. Of course there were things she couldn't hide, so keeping her distance from others was key. But she began to carry herself in a more masculine fashion and grew quieter. That was when she decided to head for the Lock. A new place, somewhere to forget the ones she had come to despise. It wasn't long before she started roughhousing with the stags, maybe not winning, but at least holding her own against the brutes. Though more often than not she is just a lingering shadow. 

One is lucky if they are around her long enough to discover her true self. She will however drop her charade in the spring and winter, becoming more open without the hindrance of her rack. And she still sees Lune from time to time, though their interactions seem to be short lived more often than not. 

She soon found herself confronted with a strange stag who wished to take her to his homeland in the heat of the rut and found herself in a precarious situation. A fawn was conceived in their short encounter, her daughter now called Dahlia, though the doe slipped away one night on their journey to Blackwood. Her worries over the strange land had her fleeing back to the Loch, back to safety. 

Menoa had been raising Dahlia on her own, keeping closer to the Glenwood for some time which led to the conception of Nyx. And while she is able to visit the fawn freely her eldest daughter finds it as quite the slap in the face that her mother would have a fawn with a royal and then "abandon" it. The wedge between them is struck much deeper when in the next rut she pairs with yet another Lord, so much so that Dahlia, in a heated fit of frustration and betrayal, outs that she is going to go live with her father. In Blackwood. Her daughter has fled, abandoning her mother, which has left the doe very hurt. Getting her to open up about it would likely cause her to lash out with pent up frustration.

Menoa has been quite upset as of late due to the loss of her brother and her runaway daughter. After giving up her search for Dahlia she retreated to her place at the Loch where she has been moping around in the water maybe hoping she will one day drown by an exausted sleep in the shallows. She has quite litterally let herself go, her once haphazzardly trimmed hair growing out to become filthy and matted. She has not visited Nyx or Melora in quite a long time and she may now be rumored to be dead to the heart of Glenmore.



Other Images:
A Flower for you on Mother's Day
Menoa l Glenmore Doe l Commoner (Old Ref)
Loving Siblings
For Leaky and Zelda


Artwork (c) Hiokami-chan