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Description

Basic information

Name: Fyr Nevada (Fir ne-vaa-daa)

Age: Young adult

Gender: Male

Magic: Wood - Fire
Habitat: Forest
Orientation: Bisexual

Tracker:
Celestial seas tracker

Personality

Gentle Reliable Caring Skittish Kind Naive Conflicted

Like most Satyr of his group Fyr is skittish and wary of many things. He is especially distrustful of Browbirds since he only heard bad things about them. His naive side does make him more of an exception though, as he isn't always as aware of dangers and judgments as others in his group. Fyr is very kind and tries to help whenever he can. This is what drove him to become a herbalist. His carefree attitude makes him wander off quite often, a dangerous habit for any Satyr who lives in that forest. Overal Fyr is a reliable and caring friend, if not a bit clueless. He would do anything for those he cares about, even if it's something he's scared to death for.

History

Fyr was born in a small herd of Satyrs in a enormous forest close to a small village. The satyrs hid themselves in a part of the forest that was swarming with pollen. These could harm a Browbird and a lot of other predators. But the Satyrs were immune, and so they stayed safe from all the harmful things that roamed the woods.

Like most in his group, he was created out of natural elements like clay, and then brought to life with a mask. If the leader of the herd decided that the time was right to add a new member to the group, the whole herd got together to create a new Satyr. Everyone got a say in what the new Satyr might look like, and it was then build by everyone. It was the eldest of the herd who then placed the mask on Fyr in a small ritual to celebrate the birth of a new member. And so, he was born.

The small Satyr grew up in good health. Fyr loved his herd to death, and it was because of his caring nature towards his fellow Satyrs that he became a herbalist. But he was also carefree and naive of the dangers that were just outside of their territory. So when Fyr needed some special herbs he couldn't find nearby, he left the safety of the herd. His need to keep everyone healthy took the better of him, and he decided to risk the danger.

Strangely enough, everything went well. He was a grown Satyr now, so the risk of attracting a predator were smaller. He swiftly made his way through trees and over hills. After some time, he found the herbs he needed. Just as quickly as he had come, he left. As he got closer to his home, he started hearing things. Screams filled the air, but a wicked laughter overpowered all the other voiced. It was a sound he had never heard before. As quickly as his hooves could go he flew towards the sounds. He jumped through bushes, and suddenly he was knocked out by something hard. Fyr landed hidden underneath some foliage. And just before he fainted, he saw fire. A creature stood tall in the middle of it, his hooves stomped on the ground like an earthquake, and his laughter filling the air...

When he woke up, everything was gone. There was only ash. His herd was gone, Fyr did not know what happened to them. His heart sank when he saw his beloved home covered in smoke and white ash as if it was snow, and something inside of him broke when he realized his herd who he had been fighting for was gone forever. He was truly by himself now. No matter how much he loved his home, he could not stay there. Not when it was like this. He needed to find a new place with food and sunshine to keep him alive. Fyr packed his stuff and walked past the small village, it was also damaged by fire and Browbirds could been seen running around to fix the damage, or to mourn over their burned down house. Fyr could not repair what he had lost, and so, he entered the never ending forest. His search for a new place had began.

   Relationships:

None yet

   Trivia:

Though he has fire abilities, he's scared to use it. He will most often use it in combination with plants and mushrooms to create smoke like attacks and smaller explosions. It all depends on the object he light's on fire.
He can cook pretty well. Like other Satyr he doesn't eat meat. His favorite food are nuts and berries.
Makes a small bleat sound when he is startled.
Though his herd has been secluded from most of society, they do believe in a lot of the same figures as Browbirds do. They even share some holidays.
His fur is pretty thick and fluffy, especially around the bottom legs.
He is pretty passive when it comes to a conflict. It is more likely he would flee from danger then fighting it.
Can move around almost completely silently. His sensitive ears will then pick up pretty much any sound that might be alarming.
He's still scared of fire and would often have nightmares about it, only to wake up to the sound of eerie laughter and the beat of hooves on dry earth.



masterlist entry:
MYO Painted Satyr 001

Painted Satyr are a closed species by AgentCorrina

Description

Basic information

Name: Fyr Nevada (Fir ne-vaa-daa)

Age: Young adult

Gender: Male

Magic: Wood - Fire
Habitat: Forest
Orientation: Bisexual

Tracker:
Celestial seas tracker

Personality

Gentle Reliable Caring Skittish Kind Naive Conflicted

Like most Satyr of his group Fyr is skittish and wary of many things. He is especially distrustful of Browbirds since he only heard bad things about them. His naive side does make him more of an exception though, as he isn't always as aware of dangers and judgments as others in his group. Fyr is very kind and tries to help whenever he can. This is what drove him to become a herbalist. His carefree attitude makes him wander off quite often, a dangerous habit for any Satyr who lives in that forest. Overal Fyr is a reliable and caring friend, if not a bit clueless. He would do anything for those he cares about, even if it's something he's scared to death for.

History

Fyr was born in a small herd of Satyrs in a enormous forest close to a small village. The satyrs hid themselves in a part of the forest that was swarming with pollen. These could harm a Browbird and a lot of other predators. But the Satyrs were immune, and so they stayed safe from all the harmful things that roamed the woods.

Like most in his group, he was created out of natural elements like clay, and then brought to life with a mask. If the leader of the herd decided that the time was right to add a new member to the group, the whole herd got together to create a new Satyr. Everyone got a say in what the new Satyr might look like, and it was then build by everyone. It was the eldest of the herd who then placed the mask on Fyr in a small ritual to celebrate the birth of a new member. And so, he was born.

The small Satyr grew up in good health. Fyr loved his herd to death, and it was because of his caring nature towards his fellow Satyrs that he became a herbalist. But he was also carefree and naive of the dangers that were just outside of their territory. So when Fyr needed some special herbs he couldn't find nearby, he left the safety of the herd. His need to keep everyone healthy took the better of him, and he decided to risk the danger.

Strangely enough, everything went well. He was a grown Satyr now, so the risk of attracting a predator were smaller. He swiftly made his way through trees and over hills. After some time, he found the herbs he needed. Just as quickly as he had come, he left. As he got closer to his home, he started hearing things. Screams filled the air, but a wicked laughter overpowered all the other voiced. It was a sound he had never heard before. As quickly as his hooves could go he flew towards the sounds. He jumped through bushes, and suddenly he was knocked out by something hard. Fyr landed hidden underneath some foliage. And just before he fainted, he saw fire. A creature stood tall in the middle of it, his hooves stomped on the ground like an earthquake, and his laughter filling the air...

When he woke up, everything was gone. There was only ash. His herd was gone, Fyr did not know what happened to them. His heart sank when he saw his beloved home covered in smoke and white ash as if it was snow, and something inside of him broke when he realized his herd who he had been fighting for was gone forever. He was truly by himself now. No matter how much he loved his home, he could not stay there. Not when it was like this. He needed to find a new place with food and sunshine to keep him alive. Fyr packed his stuff and walked past the small village, it was also damaged by fire and Browbirds could been seen running around to fix the damage, or to mourn over their burned down house. Fyr could not repair what he had lost, and so, he entered the never ending forest. His search for a new place had began.

   Relationships:

None yet

   Trivia:

Though he has fire abilities, he's scared to use it. He will most often use it in combination with plants and mushrooms to create smoke like attacks and smaller explosions. It all depends on the object he light's on fire.
He can cook pretty well. Like other Satyr he doesn't eat meat. His favorite food are nuts and berries.
Makes a small bleat sound when he is startled.
Though his herd has been secluded from most of society, they do believe in a lot of the same figures as Browbirds do. They even share some holidays.
His fur is pretty thick and fluffy, especially around the bottom legs.
He is pretty passive when it comes to a conflict. It is more likely he would flee from danger then fighting it.
Can move around almost completely silently. His sensitive ears will then pick up pretty much any sound that might be alarming.
He's still scared of fire and would often have nightmares about it, only to wake up to the sound of eerie laughter and the beat of hooves on dry earth.



masterlist entry:
MYO Painted Satyr 001

Painted Satyr are a closed species by AgentCorrina