Macy

About/Info

• Basic Info

  • Name: Macy
  • Gender: Female

• Description

  A small, red bearling with green, white,and pinewood colored markings here and there lays on some shrubs, usually sleeping otherwise talking with her friends. Sometimes she goes in her home - a secret place she has found and, eventually, decorated it a bit with mystery and nature.
  
  Nobody knows how she got in Furcadia or even came from. But, her kind was certainly native to Furcadia. Often times others ask in their head, "If she is not the Bruinen's offspring, where was she from?". When they ask that out loud, Macy just answers, "The sky". Unfortunately, only the Avians know of this "sky", and when she answers they nod as if knowing something. Nonetheless, she is still kind and friendly to all.
  [OOC]:
  Is often times in OOC in Furcadia, although willing to do RP. T+ role play rating please, thank you.

• Stats

  Attack	4
  Defense	5
  Speed	8
  Dodge Chance	2

  Character info

  Species	Bear/Bear Cub
  Character in Furc	Macy Sneakythief
  Enemies	Wolves; Dogs
  Weakness	Magic
  Strongest Stats (5-10 scale)	Speed; Defense
  Gender	Female
  Colors	Red;Green;White;Pinewood

• Where I RP!

• Pieces of story...

  • The Forest September 20th 1715

    "Should I go in it? Should I?" The voice in her head answered, "Yes. Go in." It was night, and the forest looked darker than the day. She would always stay near the entrance, and when it was evening, would come out back home. She shook her head. Why was she near the entrance? She should have been home a long time ago. Who is this voice? She would drag herself out of the area, only to find herself nearing back the entrance again. This time, she was certain. "I am not going in there! Get out of my head, voice!" Unfortunately, the voice just "laughed" and said, "No, child, go in. Go in and play." Suddenly, a music from a music box she had heard play long ago started to play. She shook her head and started running off, thinking about nothing but running and getting home. 45 minutes later she had finally arrived. Finally.
    
    Then, the bearling would settle in her bedding of moss and a few flowers to sleep, hoping the voice would leave. It did, but the music still played.