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IT'S BEEN EIGHTY FOUR YEARS 
Name: Coromell
Pronunciation: Koh-roh-MEHL
Meaning: Based on the name ‘Coromuel’ which is a wind phenomenon near the southern extremity of the Gulf of California. Coromuel also originates from the name Samuel, which means “Name of God” or “God has heard”
Nickname/s:Cornmeal Caramel None
Age: 21 years
Date of Birth: Midsummer | Year 750 of the New Age
Gender: Doe | Female
Breed: Fawnling
Height: 9.2hh | ~96 cm
Build: Light-medium
Eye Colour: Brown
Phenotype: Ee/Aa/nCr/fwfw/rzrz
Genotype: Buckskin Maximum Partially Restricted Fawn
Design: #5
Herd: Windborne | Allied herd
Bloodline/s: 100% Windborne
Rank: Herd member
Magic Type/s: Wind magic
Fight Stats
Speed: 5/9 | Basic Level
Stamina: 3/9 | Basic Level
Strength: 1/9 | Basic Level | Build Cap: 15 points max
Experience: 0
Magic: 11/19 | Medium Level
Herbalism: 0/9 | Basic Level
Breakdown
+5 Speed - base bonus
+3 Stamina - base bonus
+1 Strength - base bonus
+11 Magic - starter bonus
Appearance
A golden buckskin with dramatic markings and flowing, long hair, Coromell is a sight for sore eyes. Small and slender, Coromell is elegantly built and undoubtedly feminine. Her long legs are made for agility and speed, but also for parading with when in the company of handsome suitors. Almost every move that Coromell make is aimed to impress or catch someone’s attention with. With angled hips, arched neck, dainty hooves and a short back, she is an attractive doe even though she is reaching the end of her prime.
Her large eyes are expressive and her gaze has almost always a certain smugness or mischievousness to itself. Her long lashes are perfect to flutter with too - which she happily does to whoever she might fancy.
Personality
Coquettish | Compassionate | Confident | Conscientious | Conceited | Complacent
Coromell makes her presence known and it would be hard not to notice her; she is fun, lively and flirtatious. Regardless if you are close friends with her or not, Coromell’s vivacious energy is infectious and tend to make even the saddest or angriest of individuals relax and allow themselves to have a good time.
Naturally, she thrives in the company of others and almost always need someone’s company in order to not start climbing on walls. Regrettably, her constant need for social interaction can make her come off as clingy, which is not far from the truth. Although she does not want to bother anyone and respects the boundaries anyone might have, Coromell does not always understand how she might exhaust those around her. Or herself.
Coromell’s love for company however makes her very compassionate and if someone needs a shoulder to cry on, she is always there. If there is something Coromell hates it is to see someone feeling sad or alone and therefore she will go out of her ways to do something about it.
Notwithstanding, Coromell’s greatest flaw is her conceited and complacent ego. She has always been pampered by stags and she believes that she is far more talented or irresistible than she might actually be. After the Civil War and having had to witness the many broken and scarred fawnlings that the war caused harm to, her own self-importance has mellowed down a little bit, but it is still hiding underneath her very energetic and empathetic demeanor.
History
Coromell’s mother was a bright palomino and beautiful in every way; from her long lashes to the way she carried herself. Proper and very no-nonsense however, Corinna had buried herself in herbal studies and recipes for various concoctions from a young age, with little to no interest in the opposite sex. Meanwhile, Samouel had been infatuated by Corinna from day one. He was shy in nature though and impressing the doe of his dreams seemed like a far-fetched dream. He did what he thought would catch her attention the most: fighting.
Samouel participated in sparring against other stags every rut for three years in a row, hoping to one day see Corinna cheer on him. Unfortunately, Samouel had no natural talent for sparring and would more often end up seeing Corinna, than the other way around. Ashamed and usually bruised, Corinna would patch him up in her home and advice him to be more careful next time.
There had been something strangely endearing about Samouel’s hopeless attempts to fight for her love. Corinna saw little logic in why he kept on trying, but his determination was a phenomenon she had not experienced from anyone else. Upon the fourth year when Samouel readied himself to get beaten and bruised once again, Corinna stopped him. She would let him have her for one season. Just once.
Samouel had mistaken Corinna’s permission to mate for romantic affection; deceived to believe that the reason she agreed to conceive a fawn with him was because she had finally fallen in love with him. By the time it was confirmed that Corinna carried his fawn, she rejected his advances. Corinna had bred a fawn for her own sake, not to start a family with Samouel. Heartbroken, Samouel withdrew from Corinna and would, sadly, become an absent father in his daughter’s early life.
Coromell was born the following summer, the hottest time of the year, in the main herd. As her mother’s firstborn, Coromell would be raised diligently and responsibly. She was spoon fed of her mother’s ideals, expected to become an herbalist like her mother. Although Coromell never objected against her mother’s judgment, she and her mother had always been very, very different. While Corinna was introverted and a pessimist to a fault, Coromell grew up unexpectedly lively and amiable. Her imagination knew no bounds and she would exaggerate stories to her mother about how she could control the clouds and find her way home with the wind’s help. Assuming she would grow out of it, Corinna paid little attention to the stories her daughter made up.
Corinna was, however, becoming more and more concerned by her daughter’s shameless antics upon Coromell’s fourth birthyear. Even though it had not been an issue the first few years, Corinna did not appreciate how her daughter indulged herself in the company of some of her playmates, as the majority were now colts and it was less than a year before many of them would reach maturity. Corinna tried to discipline her daughter - sometimes by forbidding her to leave the den, sometimes to run errands instead of playing. Corinna would not allow her daughter to conceive a fawn before she had finished her studies.
Although Corinna’s warnings were not necessarily ignored, her fear would become reality. By the time Coromell reached maturity, she found a buck merely two years older than her and had a swollen belly weeks later. Corinna was furious. Her own daughter! Only five years old and already expecting some useless scout’s spawn!
Corinna threw her daughter away, shouting at her that if she thought she was ready to raise a fawn, she better do it on her own. From that point, Coromell’s apprenticeship to become an herbalist was informally broken. She never returned to her studies.
Coromell tried to start a new life, soon with a fawn by her side, but it proved difficult when her mother was not there to hold her tail. Coromell had to adjust every day and soon she began to feel very lonely. The friends she used to have so much fun with were now… different. Not different in the way they treated her, but they became unrelatable - as she became for them. Coromell was entering parenthood many years earlier than them, while they still played and pulled pranks on each other. Before her fawn was even born, Coromell and her friends had already drifted apart.
At this vulnerable point in life, Coromell turned to the wind for comfort. The wind did not judge her or leave her - it was always with her; in her lungs, in everything. What had once supposedly only been part of her childish imagination, Coromell now connected to the wind on a stronger, more personal level. She would talk to the wind and it would respond, but not necessarily in words. She was one with the wind, and the wind was one with her.
By the time winter passed and the fawn was expected to be born any day, Coromell was searched and found by her father, Samouel. Welcoming Coromell to his new family and offering her a safe place to bring her fawn to the world, Samouel was finally able to give his daughter all the attention and affection he had neglected her from. Only a few days later, Coromell bore a son in her father and mate’s thicket.
Thanks to the support her father and his family gave her, Coromell was able to raise her son in a safe and loving environment. Additionally she would recover from the emotional turbulence her mother had caused her, as well as learning to become a more independent fawnling, and a better mother than Corinna had ever been.
What never changed however was Coromell’s spiritual connection to the wind, which seemed to grow stronger by each passing day. Without audibly voicing her treacherous thoughts, Coromell began to idolize the Cape Splinter and the stories she heard of them.
When the Civil War dissolved and the infamous Cape Splinter formed the Allied herd together with the Point Splinter does, Coromell believed she would finally feel at peace.
But she did not, and still does not. The satisfaction she thought she would feel upon bonding with the new herd members is not there. Something is missing, like a lost piece of a bigger puzzle. She does not know what it is yet, but it feels like it is eating her alive from the inside.
Father: Samouel | Herd member
Mother: Corinna | Herbalist
Sibling/s
in chronological order
Samson - Half-brother | Younger
Other Relatives
in chronological order
Delilah - Step-mother | Herd member
Other Relationships
in no particular order
Tzílan - Windborne | Stormcaller
Words cannot describe how much Coromell respected the first Stormcaller. She had wanted to ask him so many questions, but he died before she had the chance. His death was a great tragedy and she would mourn for a long while, until finally accepting that he would never come back.
Roxanne - Windborne | Thunderhead
The Stormcaller’s claimed mate, Coromell knows this doe only from a distance. She has many mixed feelings aimed at her, because on one hand she pities Roxanne for the loss of Tzílan and having to raise her children without him, but on the other hand she also envies her for having had the chance to be in such an intimate relationship with the Stormcaller.
More to be added!
Breeding Status:
Semi-available
Breeding Notes
Coromell is at the end of her prime and is content with life as it is. It would be possible for her to consider conceiving another fawn, but she would not accept advances from just about anyone.
Roleplay
Open
Open for pretty much anything! From magic training to just having a good time, Coromell is looking for some fronds <3
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Profile format gently stolen and based off from Ettid
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Coromell of Windborne
Name: Coromell
Pronunciation: Koh-roh-MEHL
Meaning: Based on the name ‘Coromuel’ which is a wind phenomenon near the southern extremity of the Gulf of California. Coromuel also originates from the name Samuel, which means “Name of God” or “God has heard”
Nickname/s:
Age: 21 years
Date of Birth: Midsummer | Year 750 of the New Age
Gender: Doe | Female
Breed: Fawnling
Height: 9.2hh | ~96 cm
Build: Light-medium
Eye Colour: Brown
Phenotype: Ee/Aa/nCr/fwfw/rzrz
Genotype: Buckskin Maximum Partially Restricted Fawn
Design: #5
Herd: Windborne | Allied herd
Bloodline/s: 100% Windborne
Rank: Herd member
Magic Type/s: Wind magic
Fight Stats
Speed: 5/9 | Basic Level
Stamina: 3/9 | Basic Level
Strength: 1/9 | Basic Level | Build Cap: 15 points max
Experience: 0
Magic: 11/19 | Medium Level
Herbalism: 0/9 | Basic Level
Breakdown
+5 Speed - base bonus
+3 Stamina - base bonus
+1 Strength - base bonus
+11 Magic - starter bonus
Appearance
A golden buckskin with dramatic markings and flowing, long hair, Coromell is a sight for sore eyes. Small and slender, Coromell is elegantly built and undoubtedly feminine. Her long legs are made for agility and speed, but also for parading with when in the company of handsome suitors. Almost every move that Coromell make is aimed to impress or catch someone’s attention with. With angled hips, arched neck, dainty hooves and a short back, she is an attractive doe even though she is reaching the end of her prime.
Her large eyes are expressive and her gaze has almost always a certain smugness or mischievousness to itself. Her long lashes are perfect to flutter with too - which she happily does to whoever she might fancy.
Personality
Coquettish | Compassionate | Confident | Conscientious | Conceited | Complacent
Coromell makes her presence known and it would be hard not to notice her; she is fun, lively and flirtatious. Regardless if you are close friends with her or not, Coromell’s vivacious energy is infectious and tend to make even the saddest or angriest of individuals relax and allow themselves to have a good time.
Naturally, she thrives in the company of others and almost always need someone’s company in order to not start climbing on walls. Regrettably, her constant need for social interaction can make her come off as clingy, which is not far from the truth. Although she does not want to bother anyone and respects the boundaries anyone might have, Coromell does not always understand how she might exhaust those around her. Or herself.
Coromell’s love for company however makes her very compassionate and if someone needs a shoulder to cry on, she is always there. If there is something Coromell hates it is to see someone feeling sad or alone and therefore she will go out of her ways to do something about it.
Notwithstanding, Coromell’s greatest flaw is her conceited and complacent ego. She has always been pampered by stags and she believes that she is far more talented or irresistible than she might actually be. After the Civil War and having had to witness the many broken and scarred fawnlings that the war caused harm to, her own self-importance has mellowed down a little bit, but it is still hiding underneath her very energetic and empathetic demeanor.
History
Coromell’s mother was a bright palomino and beautiful in every way; from her long lashes to the way she carried herself. Proper and very no-nonsense however, Corinna had buried herself in herbal studies and recipes for various concoctions from a young age, with little to no interest in the opposite sex. Meanwhile, Samouel had been infatuated by Corinna from day one. He was shy in nature though and impressing the doe of his dreams seemed like a far-fetched dream. He did what he thought would catch her attention the most: fighting.
Samouel participated in sparring against other stags every rut for three years in a row, hoping to one day see Corinna cheer on him. Unfortunately, Samouel had no natural talent for sparring and would more often end up seeing Corinna, than the other way around. Ashamed and usually bruised, Corinna would patch him up in her home and advice him to be more careful next time.
There had been something strangely endearing about Samouel’s hopeless attempts to fight for her love. Corinna saw little logic in why he kept on trying, but his determination was a phenomenon she had not experienced from anyone else. Upon the fourth year when Samouel readied himself to get beaten and bruised once again, Corinna stopped him. She would let him have her for one season. Just once.
Samouel had mistaken Corinna’s permission to mate for romantic affection; deceived to believe that the reason she agreed to conceive a fawn with him was because she had finally fallen in love with him. By the time it was confirmed that Corinna carried his fawn, she rejected his advances. Corinna had bred a fawn for her own sake, not to start a family with Samouel. Heartbroken, Samouel withdrew from Corinna and would, sadly, become an absent father in his daughter’s early life.
Coromell was born the following summer, the hottest time of the year, in the main herd. As her mother’s firstborn, Coromell would be raised diligently and responsibly. She was spoon fed of her mother’s ideals, expected to become an herbalist like her mother. Although Coromell never objected against her mother’s judgment, she and her mother had always been very, very different. While Corinna was introverted and a pessimist to a fault, Coromell grew up unexpectedly lively and amiable. Her imagination knew no bounds and she would exaggerate stories to her mother about how she could control the clouds and find her way home with the wind’s help. Assuming she would grow out of it, Corinna paid little attention to the stories her daughter made up.
Corinna was, however, becoming more and more concerned by her daughter’s shameless antics upon Coromell’s fourth birthyear. Even though it had not been an issue the first few years, Corinna did not appreciate how her daughter indulged herself in the company of some of her playmates, as the majority were now colts and it was less than a year before many of them would reach maturity. Corinna tried to discipline her daughter - sometimes by forbidding her to leave the den, sometimes to run errands instead of playing. Corinna would not allow her daughter to conceive a fawn before she had finished her studies.
Although Corinna’s warnings were not necessarily ignored, her fear would become reality. By the time Coromell reached maturity, she found a buck merely two years older than her and had a swollen belly weeks later. Corinna was furious. Her own daughter! Only five years old and already expecting some useless scout’s spawn!
Corinna threw her daughter away, shouting at her that if she thought she was ready to raise a fawn, she better do it on her own. From that point, Coromell’s apprenticeship to become an herbalist was informally broken. She never returned to her studies.
Coromell tried to start a new life, soon with a fawn by her side, but it proved difficult when her mother was not there to hold her tail. Coromell had to adjust every day and soon she began to feel very lonely. The friends she used to have so much fun with were now… different. Not different in the way they treated her, but they became unrelatable - as she became for them. Coromell was entering parenthood many years earlier than them, while they still played and pulled pranks on each other. Before her fawn was even born, Coromell and her friends had already drifted apart.
At this vulnerable point in life, Coromell turned to the wind for comfort. The wind did not judge her or leave her - it was always with her; in her lungs, in everything. What had once supposedly only been part of her childish imagination, Coromell now connected to the wind on a stronger, more personal level. She would talk to the wind and it would respond, but not necessarily in words. She was one with the wind, and the wind was one with her.
By the time winter passed and the fawn was expected to be born any day, Coromell was searched and found by her father, Samouel. Welcoming Coromell to his new family and offering her a safe place to bring her fawn to the world, Samouel was finally able to give his daughter all the attention and affection he had neglected her from. Only a few days later, Coromell bore a son in her father and mate’s thicket.
Thanks to the support her father and his family gave her, Coromell was able to raise her son in a safe and loving environment. Additionally she would recover from the emotional turbulence her mother had caused her, as well as learning to become a more independent fawnling, and a better mother than Corinna had ever been.
What never changed however was Coromell’s spiritual connection to the wind, which seemed to grow stronger by each passing day. Without audibly voicing her treacherous thoughts, Coromell began to idolize the Cape Splinter and the stories she heard of them.
When the Civil War dissolved and the infamous Cape Splinter formed the Allied herd together with the Point Splinter does, Coromell believed she would finally feel at peace.
But she did not, and still does not. The satisfaction she thought she would feel upon bonding with the new herd members is not there. Something is missing, like a lost piece of a bigger puzzle. She does not know what it is yet, but it feels like it is eating her alive from the inside.
Father: Samouel | Herd member
Mother: Corinna | Herbalist
Sibling/s
in chronological order
Samson - Half-brother | Younger
Other Relatives
in chronological order
Delilah - Step-mother | Herd member
Other Relationships
in no particular order
Tzílan - Windborne | Stormcaller
Words cannot describe how much Coromell respected the first Stormcaller. She had wanted to ask him so many questions, but he died before she had the chance. His death was a great tragedy and she would mourn for a long while, until finally accepting that he would never come back.
Roxanne - Windborne | Thunderhead
The Stormcaller’s claimed mate, Coromell knows this doe only from a distance. She has many mixed feelings aimed at her, because on one hand she pities Roxanne for the loss of Tzílan and having to raise her children without him, but on the other hand she also envies her for having had the chance to be in such an intimate relationship with the Stormcaller.
More to be added!
Breeding Status:
Semi-available Breeding Notes
Coromell is at the end of her prime and is content with life as it is. It would be possible for her to consider conceiving another fawn, but she would not accept advances from just about anyone.
Only stags from the Allied herd OR Allied sympathizers might have a chance
She is not interested in romance
Mate/s: None
Offspring/s
in chronological order
NPC - Stag | Year 755 of the New Age [might be open for adoption in the future!]
NPC - Doe | Year 758 of the New Age [might be open for adoption in the future!]
NPC - Buck | Year 760 of the New Age [might be open for adoption in the future!]
Roleplay
Open Open for pretty much anything! From magic training to just having a good time, Coromell is looking for some fronds <3
RP Images/Literature
in chronological order
None yet
Other Images
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Profile format gently stolen and based off from Ettid
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She's absolutely gorgeous ;w; !