Donnaghan | Glenmore | Cursed Exile

New reference for the stabby-stabber!  Looks like his sins finally caught up with him.

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 RP STATUS: Semi-Open, for friends, foes, anything!  Shoot me a note.
 RUT STATUS: Semi-Open, to any doe in/around Glenmore!
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Character of the Month, August 2015!

Basic Information

Sire: King Ragnar the Red (NPC, Deceased)
Dam: Princess Niamhe the Golden (NPC, Deceased)

Siblings: 
 King Drustan (Half; through sire)
 Lady Sútha (Half; through sire)

Rut Notes!

As of Spring, Year 765 Donnaghán has once more been exiled.  While still semi-open for breeding, it'll take some plotting to get him close enough to your doe for the breeding to commence.

For fawns born between Autumn, Year 762 and Spring, Year 765:
Note that does that bred with him during this time can keep their/their fawn's status intact by renouncing Donnaghán!
- Donnaghán x Lady - Duke/Lady.
- Donnaghán x Commoner Doe - Commoner Stag/Doe.
- Donnaghán x Princess - BIG NONO, instant Taint to both mother and the fawn. 

For fawns born after Spring, Year 765:
Note that does that bred with him during this time can keep their status intact by renouncing Donnaghán or hiding it and never being found out!  All fawns discovered to have Donnaghán as the sire will not be labeled as Tainted (not their fault their mama got busy) but will hold no title regardless of the mother's rank.  Mothers will, whether the breeding was willing or not, be able to keep their status if they renounce Donnaghán but will become Tainted/labeled an Outcast if they keep revisiting him. 

Fawns with a '*' listed next to their name were Born Adept!

Harem, Year 747 of the New Age:
- Lady Aoife (NPC) --> Alasdair, Born in Spring of Y748.

Harem, Year 748 of the New Age:
- Lady Klihana (NPC) --> Donnchadh, Born in Spring of Y749.

Harem, Year 756 of the New Age:
- Princess Sitka, previously played by Jian89 --> Lord Flint, Born in Spring of Y757.
- Unknown Lady (NPC) --> Lady Aingealag, Born in Spring of Y757.

Harem, Year 762 of the New Age:
- Princess Nuala, played by TigressDesign --> Tainted Duke Kian, Born in Summer of Y763.
- Lady Lumiya, played by Kojika-Koi --> Duke Oghán, Born in Spring of Y763.
- Lady Dáiríne, played by luminasha --> Duke Donovan, Born in Spring of Y763.
- Lady Magpie, played by HaniHunni --> Duke Bjorn, Born in Spring of Y763.
- Lady Iliana, played by Wild-Catx --> Duke Finnegan, Born in Spring of Y763.
- Lady Ylva, played by TigressDesign --> Lady Yvara, Born in Spring of Y763.
- Terrwyn, played by runninghorsespirit --> Narwen, Born in Spring Y763.
- Verya, played by PrimalInstincts  --> Morohtar, Born in Summer Y763.
- Lady Bán, played by SilveringOak --> Lady Órlaith*, Born in Summer Y763.

Harem, Year 763 of the New Age:
- Lady Lumiya, played by Kojika-Koi --> Lady Hanniya, Born in Spring, Year 764.
- Lady Dáiríne, played by luminasha --> Duke Donndubhán, Born in Spring, Year 764.
- Lady Magpie, played by HaniHunni --> Lady Laess*, Born in Spring, Year 764.

Harem, Year 764 of the New Age:
- Alize, played by decors  --> Dawn*, Huishan*, Rigáhana*, Born Spring Year 765.

Detailed Information

Donnaghán's Divine Curse - Est. Autumn, Year 765

Sackcloth and Ashes | Lit

Uh-oh, Donn's finally pissed off the wrong person and karma came a'knockin'!  As of Spring, Year 765, Donnaghán was presumed dead/gone thanks to once more being exiled after breaking into Lord Carnarion's glade (when Nuala escaped).  However, in truth, he was hiding nearby in the mountains.  In Autumn of 765, Lord Ciardair - who watched over the raising of Donn's sons after his exile - brought the sons to the mountains to visit their father.  One thing led to another and Donnaghán was pushed over the edge of the cliff by his son, Oghán, when he tried to harm his son out of Nuala, Kian.  He cursed Earrann for putting him in this situation but, when his life was put on the table as a wager, he begged to keep it.  In exchange for being allowed to live, Earrann cursed Donnaghán to be a reminder to all who see him what happens to those who do not honor him and his laws.  

Thanks to the effect of this curse, Donnaghán no longer has the power over earth/stone like he once did (and favored).  He is covered in Stoneskin bark from Spring-Autumn, giving him Legendary level armor that protects him.  He can only manipulate the greens that grow upon his back.  During the Winter, this bark falls off (yes, it hurts) leaving him scabbed and very vulnerable to attack as he no longer has greenery to manipulate and defend himself.  The bark almost completely covers his face, making speech difficult; it also semi-blocks his vision.  

Please note that the herd will not have had any idea of his transformation until Spring, Year 768!  By then, rumors of a tree creature might have begun to swirl.  Feel free to use him as a bed time story to scare young fawns into obedience by their mothers.  He is also open for NPC mentions if your character would like to catch a glimpse of him.  For the most part, he just slowly lumbers around the forest (that armor is super heavy, after all, and he isn't as young as he used to be) so wouldn't truly be able to give chase.  However, don't wander to close, as his magic - although different than before - is still quite deadly...

Personality: Tactical // Confident // Cunning // Vengeful // Proud // Self-Centered // Needs Approval // Serious // Hard-working
Groomed from a young age to be the Crown Prince of Glenmore Donn has been morphed from a carefree, joyous fawn into the battle-hardened, proud stag that he is today.  He lives and breaths Glenmore and, even if he can come off as an ass, deep down he really and truly wants only the best for his herd.  He took his position as a crown prince very seriously and, as such, presented himself in the appropriate manner.  He was always sure to make an appearance at even the most pitiful of Glenmorian events - because who really wants to be a guest at a gathering of royal does if you yourself aren't a doe? - and did so to increase his popularity amongst the higher echelons of Glenmorian politics.  He was constantly busy and rarely had any down time but he didn't mind.  Donn is a stag that languishes when he has nothing to do.  It was no secret that the big red chestnut was a lady lover and he took a certain pride in not only catching their eyes in the first place but winning it by proving himself in a victorious spar over another.  Even to Nuala, the princess he was promised to, he could come off rough but he really and truly did care for her, in his own little way.  After all, she was his to bare heirs to the throne with and to protect.

The red stag didn't know what to do with himself when he was exiled.

A social creature, Donn wilted at times due to the vast amount of solidarity that being in exile gives you.  As the seasons wore on he went through many phases of caring, then not caring, then reviving himself and coming back all the better for it.  He has compartmentalized what happened that fateful day beneath the Oak by convincing himself that he had every right to act the way he did.  He harbors a hate deep and pure for Lonán, sure as the sun that if it hadn't been for the roan's meddling that none of this would have happened.  Bróccán haunts his thoughts, though, and on occasion the full weight of his actions has weighed upon him and nearly broken him, sending him into fits where his mental stability may or may not be in question.  

Part of him still lusts after Nuala, the one thing in life that he has been denied, but after so many years of solitude the red stag has had ample time to think.  The whispers have spread, the seeds have been sown.  The great red beast stirs and the flames of revenge burn brightly within him.

General Haunt: Anywhere in Glenmore!

Brief Back-History:
- Born as one of the oldest sons of King Ragnar, out of Princess Naimhe the Golden in the spring of Year 741 of the New Age.  Father was largely absent due to kingly duties and was primarily raised by his mother.
- When he turned three, the glade he and his mother resided in burst into bloom, proving that earth magic coursed through his veins.  
- Since he was the eldest son of the king to inherit earth magic, he was named Crown Prince and began his training to prepare him for the throne.  He was trained thoroughly by the guard to be prepared in combat by learning specialized battle tactics and the responsibilities that come with his status and strength.
- Much of his young adult years were spent trying to earn his father's approval by proving his strength in battle, his popularity amongst the royals, and his wit.  Desiring to prove himself worthy of the throne, the crown prince was sure to show his face at any and all public events, much to the pleasure of his dam.  His mother used her son as a means to increase her social status, often flaunting him about and generally using his existence to benefit herself even if it were inimical to him.  Because of this, he slowly began to dislike his mother and kept himself as separate from her as possible.
- In general, the crown prince spent most of his days patrolling the realms, sparring to gain experience, and courting femmes.
- In the Year 755, he learns that the lovely and young Princess Nuala was to be promised to him when she became of age.  Aware that the ceremony would mark the first official doe in his royal harem and the beginning of fawns with a chance at the throne, Donn takes the news very seriously and proudly and, although Nuala was much too ripe to yet bear a fawn she was his most dear possession and took great care to make sure she was honored and protected.
- Life goes on, as usual.  Nuala didn't come into season for a years but, with other does to preoccupy his time, Donn looked forward to when he would truly be able to enjoy the perks of having a princess to call his own.  When Nuala first began wandering off, it was almost cute.  Almost.  But as time wore on her fleeing habits became tiresome.  Still, she would always return home to him with eyes sparkling as she gazed upon him.  She was his betrothed, his promised one.  He could forgive her childish antics...  For now.
- All the things crumbled around him in the Autumn of Year 757.  Yet again, Nuala does not come into heat and - by this time - he is beginning to have his suspicions which are all but confirmed the night she returns upset and a wreck ripe with the stench of that treasonous guardsman all over her.  If Lonán had never dared to touch his betrothed, to defile her and turn her against him he would never had dared to turn his tines against the old captain Bróccán.  But Lonán had and so Donnaghán did, driving his tines into the old man's skull until his blood covered the floor and the life drained out of him.
- At the trial, his father - the father he had always done his best to pride - found him guilty of his crimes, never once acknowledging that the others had been wrong.  Donnaghán was exiled and escorted to the north, forever barred from the herd and lands he held so near and dear to his heart...  Or, so everyone thought.