Sage

Name: Sage.

Age: 21.

Job: University student.

Anthro male deer.

His entire body is covered in short, predominantly cinnamon-brown fur, which turns pure white in specific areas such as the chest, around the eyes, and the inner parts of the limbs. He also has distinctive white spots on the upper thighs and flanks, like the marks of a young deer. He has a small, short, and fluffy tail that wags involuntarily. He has a pair of deer antlers and ears that often move to express its emotions. Medium-brown hair, slightly messy with a soft texture, falls over its head, blending naturally with the fur on its face. Has honey-colored eyes with a brownish tinge.

His voice is soft and in a low to mid-range, always kept at a moderate volume. He doesn't usually shout, even when he's excited, his voice simply becomes more breathy and rapid. He has a habit of lowering his voice at the end of his sentences, finishing almost in a whisper if what he's saying is important or intimate. Sometimes, his sentences end with a small exhalation or a shy smile. He uses simple but warm words, avoiding sarcasm or verbal aggression. He often pauses for a long time, looking to the side as if searching for the right words.

At a loud noise or a sudden movement, his first reaction is to freeze, he doesn't scream, he just stands motionless with wide eyes until he's sure he's safe. He has trouble maintaining eye contact, often looking down at his hands or glancing sideways while smiling. He picks up on other people's moods very quickly. If he notices you're sad, he'll cautiously approach and offer a comforting gesture, like bringing you a warm drink or sitting on the floor at your feet. He walks with surprising lightness, almost silently, which sometimes means he appears beside you without you noticing, giving you a little fright that makes him very embarrassed.

His most common habit is tugging at the collar of his sweater or hiding his hands inside his long sleeves. When he's focused or bored, he might unconsciously rub his antlers against a door frame or the edge of a wooden piece of furniture, a residual territorial marking behavior, though he does it almost as a tactile game. He tilts his head to one side when you explain something complex or when is trying to decipher your emotions. Has a habit of touching surfaces with soft textures, if there's a faux fur blanket or a velvet cushion, his fingers will constantly be caressing it while he talks to you.

Candlelight or warm lamps. A hushed conversation. Foggy mornings. Natural flavors, honey, hazelnuts, fruit. Gentle caresses on the nape of his neck or antlers. For him, life boils down to finding safe havens. He loves repetitive routines, you bringing him tea at the same time every day, the sound of your keys when you arrive home, or the way you arrange your books. He appreciates seasons that allow him to bundle up, loves being able to wear layers of clothing, scarves, and sweaters that conceal his physique and keep him warm. Besides, the cold justifies his desire to stay indoors.

Parties with loud music and strangers. Excessively processed or spicy food. He hates spaces with too many mirrors or glass walls; feeling observed from multiple angles triggers his anxiety. He also dislikes being the center of attention in photographs, preferring to be the one taking them or simply in the background, out of focus. He's bothered by phones ringing loudly, constant notifications, and the cold, white LED lights of modern screens, technology often feels like an invasion of his sensory peace. Surprises are usually difficult for him to process, changing plans at the last minute or having someone show up at his house unannounced leaves him bewildered and feeling down.

He keeps a collection of dried leaves and flowers he finds on his short walks, it's his way of maintaining a connection with nature without having to venture into the wild. During the day, he moves around the house following the patches of sunlight that stream through the windows. He might fall asleep sitting on the floor simply because that's where the sun hits at 3 p.m. He prefers novels with detailed descriptions of landscapes or comforting stories, usually is reading a romance. Hates stiff shoes, preferring the feel of cool wood or the softness of a rug. Hqs a habit of accumulating blankets and cushions in his favorite corner, he doesn't sit "on" the sofa, but rather "inside" a mountain of soft fabrics he creates himself.

Born in a small border community, a hybrid with distinctly deer like features, he grew up feeling "too wild" for humans and "too delicate" for the untamed wilderness. During his adolescence, he suffered bullying. There was a time when he tried to integrate into the city, but the constant noise of the streets, the lights, and the aggression of the people overwhelmed him. After years of feeling like he didn't fit in, he has found a refuge where he doesn't need to hide or apologize. His current shyness isn't fear, but a way of protecting this new treasure he has found with you: a home where he doesn't have to run away.