Sonndrath| Stag |Aspiring Herbalist

Basic Information
Name: Sonndrath
Gender: Stag
Year of Birth: 751 of the New Age - 9 years old
Height: 8.2hh
Build: light though quite fuzzy giving him a stockier appearance.
Phenotype: Bay roan smokey fawn
Genotype: Ee/AA/Ff/fwsfws
Eye Colour: brown/near black
Design Sheet: fav.me/d4y1dgr

Sire: NPC Oakfern stag- living
Dam: NPC Oakfern doe- deceased
Proof of Breeding: 
Bloodline: Pure Oakfern
Magic Type: water

Skill Points

Speed: 6 [Basic Level]
Stamina: 7 [Basic Level]
Strength: 3 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 9 points max)

Magic: 4 [Basic Level]
Herbs: 3 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown

+6 speed - base bonus
+4 stamina - base bonus
+2 strength - base bonus
+3 stamina - starter bonus
+1 strength - starter bonus
+4 magic - starter bonus
+3 herbs - starter bonus





Herd Information
Herd: Oakfern
Herd Position: Aspiring Herbalist/charm maker

Details
Personality: Quiet, aloof, a stag of few words. He prefers action over wasting breath boasting. Has a fine eye for detail and nuances which makes it seem he knows more than he lets on. Intelligent, but fearful of social interactions. Sonndrath takes great pride in his lifes work and is a bear to deal with if you slight him on his treasures. Sonn despises the king and all he stands for, though he has no clout to do anything about it. The Oracle's murder he feels was proof that the Oakfern ruler has lost Gealach's ways. The bay roan stag tends to stay in his secluded cavern sneaking past the soldiers to get his precious herbs.
Sonn does not hate Oathbreakers, but would rather not deal with them at any rate. He has in fact met one or two who have helped him along in his travels before Nazam shut down passage to the outside.
Though awkward and fearful of social interactions, he does crave another voice besides his own to comfort him. Sonndrath just hasn't plucked up the nerve yet to actually talk to a doe.
Hates his father almost as much as Nazam.

History:
Born of two Oakfern parents on accident. His mother was too young for breeding and thus died in labor with Sonndrath. His father, a harsh soldier stag with a vicious mean streak, hated his newborn son for appearing so weak. He'd been born a scraggly, fragile thing. The doe was considered a rare treasure and a favorite to his father. That Sonndrath was the cause of her death made him increasingly angry as the lad grew.  The stag was forcefed Gealach's teachings and harsh edicts and taken to the Moon Pool every sacrifice. It was to harden the young lad; but this backfired. Instead of bringing out any confidence or potential, his roan son retreated further into himself and took up what was considered a lady's tasks-Herbs.
Collecting herbs and leaving the caves brought light to the young buck and he found he enjoyed being in the grasses and weather. When he was nearing 5 he gave his father a lesson in brutality and promptly left for his own path. He is happy most days walking deserted caverns and discovering new herbs far away from the main herd.


Gifted to my by the amazing OpalSkye