Deer Admiral

Strict and Grumpy. Wise. Honorable. Fair. Brave. And a secret Crossdresser

Fredrich is a true shining example for those in the Navy. An admiral of good fame and a aristocratic heritage dating back to the start of the royal navy. To some he is a out of prime stick in the mud that is stuck in his old glory days, and to others he is one of the kindest admirals in the navy to the enlisted men. Perhaps maybe a bit too kind if the rumors about these personal "celebrations" are true.

Fredrich was born to a high class family, known to have roots dating back to the royal family as a anthro deer. While he is not a direct royal line his family was still considered royal enough to afford to get him high education for most of his youth, often denied friends that were deemed lower much to his disappointment often gaining friends only to be told that it would be best if he never spoke to them again by his superiors, mentors or more posh or snobby family members and thus often had to break the friendships that never lasted a month having to see them off. The loneliness aside, he felt awful for having to look down upon the other children all because their parents weren't rich, or had no connections to the royal family. Finding the topic absurd even during his youth. Yet he still had a job as a gentleman, especially for being the future generation of the aristocracy.

During his time to enter the royal college, he chose to become an officer of the royal navy going to study through old battles along with learning leadership roles. Finally, during his he would be given the rank of Midshipman where he would be given his main duties that would start his fame. Taking part in various skirmishes during small wars for the crown. To larger more deadly conflicts seeing allied boats get sunk or even blown out of the water giving their crews a watery grave. Things that while would just become trivial parts of history, still haunt him understandably. from the early wars he fought and the first world war

Constantly stressed, he worked through the fear. While anxiety overran his early days, The fear began to numb and dull as he was able to steady himself through the carnage as he kept a smooth and cool head even when working under fire. Thats when he started to win more and more medals and that dullness became a brave smugness. Indeed a slight feminine sassiness took over his mid career as many victories bred a confidence that was hard to break. This cockiness he once had, did have a firm rooted anchor to his life, especially when his track record had more positive points in his career that he could brag about earning the respect of his fellow navy men. Enlisted or officer, all grew to appreciate his daring attitude when it came to jumping into the fray. So often when he was off duty. Fredrich would pose for paintings to be made of him in his officers' uniform, during an era where portraits were going out of style, a hint to what was to come later on, He always did have a love for the old traditional stuff that he grew up with. Things that were quickly going to be phased out as the Victorian era slowly shifted to a close. As time shifted and more and more of the power went to the other branches of the royal army. He found his success to be a curse. As upon reaching admiral, he was taken out of active duty and put in a bit more safer positions of power and a bit more ceremonial duty rather than actually being a heavy. Much to his disappointment. He was often told to let the enlisted handle it. And that it wasn't fitting for a admiral to push himself into battle when he could control from the back. Once again his Status as a highborn plucked him away from making friends even in his adult years. And yet no matter how much he tried. How much he told himself that his soldiers were of course lesser. That many of them had vices that were unbecoming of a admiral. He could not bear to look down upon the men that had grown to respect him, or anyone that the aristocracy considered lower than him really. In fact, he has gained quite a fame amongst his staff and even other households. As its quite known that he provides Christmas gifts to them during the season, no matter who they are. Poor or Rich. Even going out of his way to learn about what they like to get them something kind.

He knows how lonely it can get when your at the top. The constant grating on what was the proper gentlemanly way to appease his fellow aristocrats, attending snobby parties to listen to boring old tales of the rich. He always found it lame compared to the fun and more heroic way of going back to leading on the ship. Firing a revolver as your men cheered during danger and bringing glory to the navy. Going to pubs and bars to celebrate. But often he was told that such heroism was more of a myth then a actual type of life he would live. Thankfully albeit tragically since history has repeated itself, the onset of the second world war has given him more time to be out on the waves with his crew.

No wonder king Arthur chose to die if he was dealing with the constant elite drama bullshit. Fredrich much to his dismay still saw his career blow over and fade. Leaving him as one of the highest ranked officers in the navy, yet also the most unfulfilled out of all of his peers, as he feels like his time has been taken from him. Now in his 40s. He is quite burnt out on the toxic side of being in the royal navy. Often spending his days using little war figurines of ships to recreate battles on his desk with a small paper map of the various oceans. A bit of a comical hobby but one that beats hanging with the old snobs. It's not surprising to find him in his comfiest chair just grumpily scowling when he is off work or on his ship. It was during this time where he picked up his second hobby, albeit a bit more surprising one. It was known that he was quite feminine during his early officer days. He was quite lithe and could be considered pretty to most of his peers. That sort of natural feminine side of him phased out due to the demands of having to keep up with being quite clean shaven. But now with the aristocracy enforcing him to be out of action more and more much to his annoyance. He has found more time to actually treat himself. Allowing himself to cross-dress for special occasions. Sneaking outside of the house he often dawns a woman's jacket, some fancy circular shades. And high-priced jewelry like pearls and shades to feel pretty.

His ship has a very surprising tradition. His crew are a rather close bunch, at least in secret. many of the crew mates having open relationships with each other due to the fact they are in a world war and the belief that being held by a person you grew to love was much better then dying alone if you were to fall in battle. A Victorian style of The Sacred Band of Thebes. Though more made for trauma support rather then trying to use the protectiveness of a romantic partner to fuel moral and bravery. And he is the same. Often even letting them take him out on dates while he is disguised as his female persona to avoid judgment from the stricter admirals that would use it to hurt his reputation, even though if it came to that he would probably just brush it off. He is so loyal to them that has helped his crew dress like him and has helped them to apply makeup if they want to do the same, having grown quite acquainted with. And treating his loyal crew with a private seductive dance sometimes after a battle. So, all in all. Very much a Navy man it seems. If anyone outside of the ship asks about it he will be sassy and deny everything. especially if their being rude about it. he will have them escorted off the ship and barred if they keep it up.

If Fredrich is being flirted with. He plays quite hard to get but playfully. Still knowing his worth as a admiral but is willing to give most who are brave enough to ask him out. While crossdressing, if a potenital suitor is trying to move things to fast. he will use a french style of perfume to spray in their nose and overwhelm their senses.

Fredrich has a soft brown set of fur being an Anthro stag. His antlers stand tall starting out small during the start of his career and then growing ever taller as it went on. When he lets his sideburns grow out. they can get quite bushy like a classic Victorian Admiral. He often wears his admiralty jacket and suit along with all the typical garbs of the aristocrat of his time. While cross dressing he often wears shades. fluffy women's jackets. Typically sporting a cigarette holder with fancy jewelry and is clean shaven while also voice training himself to sound feminine and is completely clean shaven to the point where he does look like a doe with the only hint being his antlers.