[ WW ] Pathun | Fuenthain | Storyteller

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✰NAME; Pathun
    { Literally translates to 'Bluebell' in Lapine} {Path-en}
✰AGE; Adult 
✰GENDER; Dmab Genderfluid
    {He/she/they}
✰SEXUAL ORIENTATION; Demisexual
✰SEASON OF BIRTH; Autumn 

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Pathun is of the bumbling sort. Small, round, with extra fluff around his haunches and neck, he isn’t the most intimidating of rabbit kind. In fact, he barely stands at the shoulder of most others, but what he lacks in height he makes up for in a sultry lyrical voice, smooth as honey. He may go unnoticed until he opens his mouth, in which case all eyes are on him. His back legs are rather large and feathered, keeping his toes warm come winter but hindering his speed and dexterity. Pathun is painfully clumsy and has fallen on his face attempting to jump fallen logs. He has also almost drowned before and can’t be trusted to swim on his own. His fur is a light lilac and has a hazy matte quality. To the touch he as soft as can be and warm. His fur is on the thick end, useful in the cold, but can overheat easily in hot weather. Because he doesn't often run or dig his nails aren't as worn down and can appear a bit long. His eyes are bright, blue, and inquisitive; he is the type to harbor a permanent smile, even when nervous. He very rarely shows such extreme emotion and has a calm demeanor. He has no scars and it is obvious that he hasn’t been in too many spats; he keeps to himself and would talk things out before letting temperaments get so far! 

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• SENSE OF SMELL : 80/100
• HEARING : 95/100
• SWIMMING : 15/100
• RUNNING : 50/100
• FIGHTING : 20/100
• INTELLIGENCE : 90/100
• PROBLEM SOLVING : 85/100
• HIDING : 75/100
• PATROLLING BORDERS : 30/100

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✰CURRENT WARREN; Fuenthain
✰BIRTH WARREN; Fuenthain
✰RANK; Storyteller / Bard

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 : Perceptive + Clever + Engrossing + Friendly
 : Introverted + Calm + Shrewd + Careful
 : Covert + Dishonest + Inappropriate + Aloof  



• LIKES : Singing, Storytelling, mimicking birdsong, autumn, going for strolls to study the landscape, listening to stories, turnips. 
• DISLIKES : Hot weather, swimming, rapids, stinging nettle, arugula, aggressive rabbits.  

Pathun can be described as having two ‘modes’, one where he gathers information, silent and listening to others, watchful, and perceptive of the mood in the room. The second stealing the limelight, gathering attention to himself through speech alone. In this he is a skilled storyteller; he knows how to thrill his audience as well as keep them engaged so as to pass down important morals and lessons. Because of this he can host a façade, much more is going on in his head than he lets on and this front can hide more than simple stress. He bottles up emotions, and with few he truly trusts, he isolates himself emotionally. He hasn’t yet learned to share these feelings and so most see him as happy-go-lucky or somewhat odd, catching him staring at them and studying them as they go about their daily lives. He loves to observe and unfortunately can be quite nosy in this. He loves knowledge, whether it be about the local robin nesting spots or someone’s secret love life and doesn’t hide his interest well. Complicatedly, he is both an excellent actor and a true introvert, his social abilities still limited but trained to share specific stories and information. 

✰QUIRKS & HABITS; Pathun can keep a steady beat tapping his foot, he also sometimes does this while thinking. His ears are also often tucked together, as if tied together. He can be found going for strolls watching the fauna and flora when he isn't busy with duties. 

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✰PARENTS;
    Mother : Enthyayn (Dewfinder), NPC, living. 
    Father :  Marhay-el (Longlook), Former Second-in-command, NPC, deceased. 

✰SIBLINGS;
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✰KITHOOD;

Enthyayn was a beautiful young lilac doe with a decisive gaze; only the most powerful of rabbits could capture her heart. So when Marhay-el, a stern-eyed lithe fighter, returned her affections, they quickly had a litter. About three little ones were born, with Pathun being the runt. Enthyayn loved her bunnies tenderly, but Marhay-el was distant, pertained by his duties rather than his family. Enthyayn and Marhay-el started to lose favor, the couple often starting disputes in front of their children. Pathun couldn’t remember a time when his parents loved each other, for all his childhood they fought until the two finally broke, Enthyayn claiming that Marhay-el was to have nothing to do with his children. Pathun was affected by this, confused by what a committed relationship entailed. 

✰ADOLESCENCE / TRAINING;

True to Enthyayn’s word, Pathun rarely interacted with his father, instead growing close to his siblings and mother. He made great company with the elder storytellers, and seeing a spark in him, the oldest doe, sweet Yera, took him under her wing to teach him the ways of song and performance. He learned quickly, so enthralled with the mythology of their world. Mid training he went out on a patrol, he was to watch the diggers and speak to them for training, but somewhere along the way he got lost and came upon a stream. Never having seen such a thing before he drank deeply and splashed in the shallows. He recalled a story of El-ahrairah paddling across rivers to escape his enemies. Feeling confident he ran in, but the water was faster than he expected and pulled him under. He would have drowned had his father not been watching him. Marhay-el burst from his hiding spot and pulled Pathun out of the water’s grasp. Pathun was shaking, but otherwise safe, wide scared eyes looking up at anger itself. But Marhay-el said nothing, simply glared, before fleeing back to the warren.

A moon later Pathun had fully recovered from the experience, his sense of adventure lessened in favor of listening to stories that wouldn’t get him physically killed. He was curious of his father, but never approached him. It was then that one day Marhay-el disappeared, his corpse found tattered by a fox. Pathun was conflicted but payed the death little mind, pushing it to the recesses of his mind. Weeks later he was considered an adult and started leading his own silflay.

✰ADULTHOOD; 

As an adult Pathun’s personality solidified, he grew knowledgeable of his influence on others but was still confused by their interpersonal relationships. He met with his mother often, checked on her and the other elders, still learning new and interesting stories. While his esteem grew he still felt a deep loneliness though he knew not how to tackle it. A part of him wondered if he truly regretted not growing closer to his father, a part of him aching to know… he felt deeply that Marhay-el had something to share with him, tell him, some secret that he’d never know. So Pathun took to knowing all things, studying in his spare time, the way the leaves changed color, the direction of the birds, and sound of crickets… He studied all so he’d never once more miss a moment.  

✰ROLEPLAYED; 
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✰VOICE;  Ekko from League of Legends 
✰THEME SONG; My Brightest Diamond - To Pluto's Moon (Son Lux Remix)

✰RELATIONSHIPS; 
 = Stranger ||  = Acquaintance
 = Friend ||  = Best Friend
 = Respects ||  = Idolizes
 = Uncertain ||  = Mourns / Misses
 = Fear ||  = Deemed Dangerous / Suspicion 
 = Dislikes ||  = Hates / Enemy 
 = Crush ||  = Love ||  = Mate
 = Deceased / Disappeared 

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(A starter between my character Fáelán and @/Astral-Athenaeum's Malachai! )
The summer's warmth was fading in the air, it's breezy tendrils giving way to the coming autumn. Faelan could feel this change, her amber eyes closed as she looked up to the sky, feeling the sun on her cheeks. Jelly was close behind her, his gelatinous form bobbing lightly in the air as he too looked about, eyes dewy with excitement. Today they were taking a short stroll through the bustling streets of Ivywood, a rare occurrence for the isolated scientist. She lived in the country, a good couple miles away from the heart of the city, and usually she only visited when she was needed at the central lab her usual duty being out in the field collecting samples or talking with farmers. 

But no, today she was here, and she could feel an itch in her spine as she looked around at the crowds of people. Jelly seemed to sense her discomfort and stayed close, sometimes hiding in her hair. Fye wasn't one to be shy of others, but she couldn't help but feel like an outsider to these people. With her loud accent, tall and wide body, unshaven skin, she was quite a standout compared to the many business types speed walking by. Though that wasn't the only reason for her worry... already she had been mugged while out alone, and while she was able to deal with the criminal swiftly, she knew that not everyone's hearts were quite so pure when the day was reaching it's end. "We shud head home soon, Jellae..." she mused, watching as the sun was beginning it's descent. 

That was when she heard a call, a yelp for help maybe, as well as some sort of strange laughter. She stiffened, though others didn't seem to notice, or ignore it all together. It seemed to be coming from an alley...