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Name: Thin
Gender: Doe
Rank: Hind, though I will definitly aim to have her become a Storyteller. : D
Body Coloration: Thin is an albino, and starting to edge out of her prime. The doe's coat is a slightly faded white, but her right hind hoof has mud splattered up to the knee, and that particular leg has a slight limp. [Will be explained in history] Thin has a many faded scars on her chest and shoulder, jagged lines dancing across her front-side that might have been caused from a fox's blunt claws, or teeth. Her hooves are a very, very pale brown-ish pink, and her nose, and some of the skin around it, is a faded pink. Other then that, she is very plain.
Eyes: A dark red/pink, with a very dark red pupil~
Personality: Thin is full of bitter-ness, and 'God, life must hate me.' Type of self-pity. She feels the need to hide her weaknesses, and envies all those who are able-bodied. The doe almost always comes off as rude, mean, or just plain nasty, trying to hurt others so she doesn't feel so bad about her 'predicament'. One of her major erks are adults who act like fawns. Damnit, if you're an adult, you should act like one, right? Thin's pretty vocal, her words her weapons, and she can manage to land a few points, push some buttons. Sarcasm and empty threats are her specialty, though she doesn't mind fawns and such, though she'll keep that to herself for life.

History: Thin's life began in a small nomadic family and boy was she a suprise. Her parents were both very dark, in both fur and eyes, so to give birth to an albino was certainly something new to them, but they embraced her happily, and tried to treat her as they did the rest of their children. Her mother and father never explained why they were nomadic, but no one ever questioned it, it was rather fun traveling around.

Thin was always rather sickly, especially in the winter, when her stark white fur didn't absorb any heat from the bleak winter sun, and she had to stay close to her mother's side, though she often rebeled against this, which would result in sneezing fits most of that cold season.

The scars on her chest, neck, and shoulders have always been the subject of questions. Of course, being albino makes one highly noticeable, and when she was just a fawn, sulking after a rude comment from a sibling, far away from her parents, she was spotted by a large fox, looking for food to feed his cubs. [It was spring] He noticed Thin's blinding form. Thin didn't notice the fox, she was simply glaring at the ground and muttering. The fox crept foward, before leapingat the fawn, clawing and scratching and biting at her, trying to slit her throat. Thin screeched loadly, trying to escape the grasp of the lera, and eventually her father heard her, and raced to her side as fast as he could, fending the fox off with his mighty antlers. He made it just in time- Thin received bad cuts, mostly from it's blunt claws, but the fox hadn't managed to bite too deep, and it's bite-marks were more like scratches, but they still left their mark.

After that event, she stuck close to her family's side, and watched her siblings, one by one, wander off, in search of a new live, to start their own families. Soon, only Thin was left. By this time, she was an awkward looking doe, clumsy, with a bit of a mean, bold streak. Then, the hunters came. Man. Thin had wandered off, escapeing her parents caring grasp. Not even a goodbye, just a mumble to them as she sulked off.

Thin grazed for a while, content with only the birds to keep her company. Suddenly, blaring it's ugly head, came the sound of gunshot and a suprised cry- her mother's. The albino leapt up, startled, ears and tail erect. Then there was another, and the ugly, triumphant squealing of man. She didn't wait around to see if her parents were okay, she bolted at the second shot, red eyes wide with alarm. She neared a ditch, running wildly without any plan except to getaway from the creature her father had warned her so much about. As she prepared to leap across the shallow depression, her right hind leg got caught in a root, and as she leaped, and fell, it became twisted.

She was there for days, crying and sobbing, while trying to wrestle her leg free. Finally, she managed to push her hind leg through the thick root, and stumble out of the ditch, cursing as she tried to put weight on her leg.

She was a bit of a loner for a few months, barely surviving, and becoming bitter with self-pity.

But winter was coming, and she knew she had to do what her siblings had done. Join a herd.

And so, she searched. [Under construction]


Another note: As Thin is an albino, she has a hard time seeing, often causing her to get flustered.

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