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This is what happens when my dashboard is flooded with Deer OCs OTL
I spent so much time on this and it felt so good. I haven’t poured all my attention into a drawing for so long.

Name • Sar

Age • 20

Gender • Female

Sexuality • Heterosexual

Species • Fallow Doe

Job • Apothecary

Height • 5' 8"

Weight • 123 lbs

Weapon • Concealed dagger as well as an arsenal of deadly herbs.

Personality • Egotistical paired off with a well worked sarcastic tongue.
She isn't particularly close to anyone but is enough of a social butterfly to get her
word out to whomever. Social wasp is the preferred term in this case as her encounters
with others isn't always on friendly grounds.

Within the Apothecary she's formal and professional up until the customer spews
out a dumb or rude remark, which in turn her facade will melt and a lashing of crude words is to be expected.

Around her hard exterior, those who share the same passion as she with herbs and other
medicinal practices will earn a spot of sorts within her graces. The only tenderness within
her heart is reserved to those who are ill, small, and helpless. In short, she has a bit of a hero
complex in which she wants to save lives, but she's not one to boast about it. She'll find other
things to boast about though.

Friends are few and scattered - most are accomplices, assistants, herbalists, whatever.
If she needs someone she'll find someone for whatever role she needs filled, be it a being to
take over the apothecary for the day or a bed mate for the night.

She will never allow to be picked or chosen for anything, instead she is the picker and the chooser.

True friends though are near and dear to Sar. It may be hard to tell as she will still knock them
with petty insults and sarcasm, but that's all in good fun. If one is a good friend of hers,
they have a loyal and honorable friend.

Bio • To be developed.

Likes
• The simple and small things in life.
• Sprawling out on an open grassland and sunbathing.
• Apples. Green, yellow, red. She loves them all.
• The technicality of elixir making as well as the gathering of herbs.
• Herself.

Dislikes
• Stupidity.
• Ignorance.
• Rain. Any kind. Be it sprinkling or storms. She hates them all.
• The silly folk who believe they are in some way, shape, or form better than her. C'mon, now. Let's be serious.

Additional Information
• She's often spotted chewing on various leaves, some of them which are mint, alfalfa, chamomile
and the occasional opium poppy.
• Sar doesn't wear a bra just for modesty, that's just queer, but she wears it due to her self motto -
"What you see is what you get unless I say otherwise." Also it keeps her breasts in place while
she's constantly crouching down to gather herbs as well as allows her to stash notes within the cup.
• Her sarong contains pockets on the inside which holds various minute sized items.

HERE LEMME PUNCH OUT A NOVEL FOR YOU GUYS OTL

Description
◄ Commissions • Livestream • Tumblr ►

This is what happens when my dashboard is flooded with Deer OCs OTL
I spent so much time on this and it felt so good. I haven’t poured all my attention into a drawing for so long.

Name • Sar

Age • 20

Gender • Female

Sexuality • Heterosexual

Species • Fallow Doe

Job • Apothecary

Height • 5' 8"

Weight • 123 lbs

Weapon • Concealed dagger as well as an arsenal of deadly herbs.

Personality • Egotistical paired off with a well worked sarcastic tongue.
She isn't particularly close to anyone but is enough of a social butterfly to get her
word out to whomever. Social wasp is the preferred term in this case as her encounters
with others isn't always on friendly grounds.

Within the Apothecary she's formal and professional up until the customer spews
out a dumb or rude remark, which in turn her facade will melt and a lashing of crude words is to be expected.

Around her hard exterior, those who share the same passion as she with herbs and other
medicinal practices will earn a spot of sorts within her graces. The only tenderness within
her heart is reserved to those who are ill, small, and helpless. In short, she has a bit of a hero
complex in which she wants to save lives, but she's not one to boast about it. She'll find other
things to boast about though.

Friends are few and scattered - most are accomplices, assistants, herbalists, whatever.
If she needs someone she'll find someone for whatever role she needs filled, be it a being to
take over the apothecary for the day or a bed mate for the night.

She will never allow to be picked or chosen for anything, instead she is the picker and the chooser.

True friends though are near and dear to Sar. It may be hard to tell as she will still knock them
with petty insults and sarcasm, but that's all in good fun. If one is a good friend of hers,
they have a loyal and honorable friend.

Bio • To be developed.

Likes
• The simple and small things in life.
• Sprawling out on an open grassland and sunbathing.
• Apples. Green, yellow, red. She loves them all.
• The technicality of elixir making as well as the gathering of herbs.
• Herself.

Dislikes
• Stupidity.
• Ignorance.
• Rain. Any kind. Be it sprinkling or storms. She hates them all.
• The silly folk who believe they are in some way, shape, or form better than her. C'mon, now. Let's be serious.

Additional Information
• She's often spotted chewing on various leaves, some of them which are mint, alfalfa, chamomile
and the occasional opium poppy.
• Sar doesn't wear a bra just for modesty, that's just queer, but she wears it due to her self motto -
"What you see is what you get unless I say otherwise." Also it keeps her breasts in place while
she's constantly crouching down to gather herbs as well as allows her to stash notes within the cup.
• Her sarong contains pockets on the inside which holds various minute sized items.

HERE LEMME PUNCH OUT A NOVEL FOR YOU GUYS OTL