HIGH TYTO

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[bg=black] AUDITION RULES 1. One bio per person 2. WIPs can be posted, but if not changed after deadline will be deleted 3. May not be an existing character 4. Form must be accepted by Ruby before it qualifies for the audition 5. Don't even think about trying to bribe us xD ROLE IS JUDGED AND CHOSEN BY Quality of bio How well you can roleplay If the character fits NOT by how much you can write!

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This audition is for the role of...

+ HIGH TYTO of the Remnants +

Requirements: character must be tyto alba, male, adult+, and member must have a character previously accepted

[b]Name[/b]:
[b]Type of Owl[/b]: Barn Owl
[b]Classification[/b]: Tyto Alba
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Age[/b]:
[b]Allegiance[/b]: Remnant
[b]Rank[/b]: High Tyto
[b]Mate[/b]:

Short sentence:

Picture:

Detailed description:

Personality:

History:

Your last accepted character:

DEADLINE - 8TH OF DECEMBER

Submit below - and good luck!

[Nessa]

DONE!
hopefully okay, there's things in there that might contradict
what it says in coyote's bio, but it's a different owl's point of
view, so...hopefully it's okay, waterfrost!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2po3x43.jpg] Name: Azazel [ a – zay – zel, hebrew for scapegoat, other ] Type of Owl: Species of owl, has to be in TYTO family Classification: Tyto alba Gender: Male Age: Adult [ five or six years ] Allegiance: Remnant Company: None Rank: High Tyto Mate: name here, Tyto alba Short sentence: Large, typically coloured barn owl. Picture: Detailed description: A regal owl, most certainly, Azazel stands strong and tall; to do otherwise would to not be proud of his Tyto heritage. He is the typical Barn Owl. A white underside and face, chest speckled with black marks that almost go down to his legs. A faded amber on top, with mottling and speckling on the edges of the feathers – maybe a little more grey than usual? No, not according to him – and banded wing and tail feathers. Not one feather is out of place, not a single inch of him is marked by scars. A testament to his skills as a fighter? Perhaps. More likely a test of his ability to stay away from his opponent until the last moment. He has the typical black eyes of owls his species. It gives him an almost blank look at times, though when they shine he is truly a sight to behold. Personality: The Remnants are a harsh, cruel group of owls, but in comparison to most of their ranks their leader could almost be considered a kind, thoughtful owl. Azazel listens to those he trusts most; and he trusts none more than his mate, his queen, whom he expects – nay, demands, to watch his back, to keep an eye on the ranks for dissent and mistrust. She is his eyes and his ears when he cannot be watching everything at once. For her reports he would give her anything she asked for. To his Captains he pledges his ears and his trust, he will not turn one away simply because they have an idea he had not thought of or because they have a plan he had not considered. How will their ranks improve if he does not listen to those who interact the soldiers most? To those who fight daily for his – their – new world? It is to these owls that he is...lenient to. They will be judged, punished, freedom will be taken from them in time, but he is not without some understanding. A warning or two if their explanation is good enough, perhaps, before they are truly punished. No doubt they did what they did only to strengthen the Pure Ones rule, but they did do something wrong. After all, things must go to plan. Nothing is allowed to get in his way. Azazel has an...ideal, a dream if you must, of a new world where rank is valued more than anything and that rank is handed out to only those of the purest blood: Tytos. The rest can rot in slavery. Tytos will rule over the tree, the Guardians shall lie defeated at his feat and he shall hold their King's heart in his battle claws. Weakness will not be tolerated, strength is all that matters. This is Azazel's dream. Of course, even in the pure there are those whose blood is even purer. To those, the Tyto alba, he will give the ultimate freedom: they will be able to breed unrestrained – who wants the less pure to breed and will his ranks? - they will receive the highest ranks and they will go unwatched. He is not stupid though, should lesser Tytos prove themselves worthy they shall not go unrewarded. Loyalty to the cause and to himself is a trait to be encouraged, not just with those who are the most worthy. He believes so completely and utterly in this plan he sees nothing else. It haunts his dreams, it stalks him during the day just out of sight. When he sleeps he sees the Guardians mocking him, impure creatures flitting about him. He cannot hurt them, he cannot catch them and yet they cause him more pain than he can describe. He sleeps with his battle claws on now. It's sending him slowly insane, or rather more insane. He practically clings to the idea that they will win this, this...war like a lost child clinging to a stranger for support. Some days it drives him to scream and rant, to lash out at those closest to him. Others is sends him into bouts of depression not even his mate can rouse him from. This not make him soft. Azazel is cruel. He is ruthless, merciless and utterly devoid of remorse. He just doesn't go around proclaiming it. If someone betrays his cause then he will hurt them. Not by ripping into them with his own claws but by damaging what they love the most. Daughters, sons, mates, siblings, he will hold them at claw point until he finds out why they did it. Then he will kill them, and then he will kill those who have wronged him, slowly. Unless, of course, it can be worked to his advantage. Holding loved ones hostage works surprisingly well when it comes to keeping straying owls in line, if not more so than giving them giving those who do well rewards. In some twisted way he prefers those rewards, however. When he can he visits training soldiers, visits his Companies and offers praise to those who have done well. To those aspiring Tytos in the Companies he can appear almost compassionate, understanding of their plight. He can have them hanging onto every word if he wants. He can bring their world crashing around their ears with a single complaint. He likes that power more than he likes the ability to crush an owl's skull in his claws. History: He was not born a Remnant. That is the part that surprises most people. His parents had nothing to do with the small groups of owls that were calling themselves Remnants and hiding in the background at the time. Two free fliers that had both come from free flier backgrounds, who raised their three chicks on stories of the Guardians. He grew up with his two sisters hearing of battles between the evil Pure Ones and the saviours of owl kind, the Guardians. From Lyze of Kiel to the first king Hoole, they heard them all, never knowing if they were quite real. Which infuriated Azazel. Where were they? Why weren't the Guardians going around the forest helping people? The tree had systems, everyone shared food and shelter, why didn't they share it with everyone else? What sort of selfish owls were they? Azazel turned bitter, angry at the Guardians for not helping those who needed help until it just became the Guardians. He can't even remember why he was first angry at them. All he can remember is his sister saying she was going to find the tree of Ga'Hoole and become a Guardian. He was so angry at her. She was betraying him, his own sister! No, no, she wouldn't, she couldn't. He wouldn't let her. He confronted her, she answered, he attacked her. Somehow she was thrown from the nest. They'd only just begun to branch, there was no way she would get her wings open and learn in time, she was falling – when she hit the ground he couldn't breath. There was this sickening rush going through his body that had his wings rustling and him hissing some threat to his other sister to make sure she wouldn't tell their parents while he disposed of the nestmaid. They...He told them that Isdora had fallen out of the tree herself, too eager to try branching. Eve said nothing. When the time finally came for them to leave their nest and go out into the world, to make their own paths his sister left without a word. She'd become so withdrawn their parents didn't know what to do. Azazel knew exactly what they were going to do, though. He left and found her – hunted her down, most people would say. They were going to start a revolution. Scared for herself she couldn't do anything but follow him. Together they found a group of owls willing to listen to what he had to say. So he said it. He picked up ideas along the way, stories of the Pure Ones and such, and he...preached. He told people of the weakness of the Guardians and they flocked to him. Those who followed the ways of the Pure Ones from family teachings, those who believed in what he taught. From these owls he grew the mighty Remnants. Or rather parts of the Remnants. Groups had already formed together under a different rule. This group had a High Tyto, a rank that had been taken from the Pure Ones before them. Azazel wanted it. He wanted that group, he wanted that title. So he took it. In one attack he led his group of remnants into the other one under the cover of darkness. They broke in and the High Tyto was dead before half the camp had even awoken. A fitting victory, he felt. He was now in control of the second largest group of owls in the world and he was ready to share the power with his sister, his faithful and loyal sister who'd been with him since the very beginning. But she didn't want that. Rather than be given the title of Advisor she killed herself. Went yeep over a forest fire and was consumed by the flames. Angered by her failure it led him to finding a mate. He needed someone to share his power, someone he could trust. Not that he spent very much time looking at who he could trust. Appearance and purity came before everything else before he picked his mate – oh, he remembers asking her at some point as well. Everything was perfect. His ranks grew larger everyday, his glorious mate stood at his side and his Companies were led by those he could rely on. All he needed now was an heir. Needless to say when their first brood came along he was over the moon. But...Something went wrong, the nestmaid could not be trusted and the three perfect eggs were lost. Still, there was time. Another brood with the next season and two eggs were there. One male, one female. But had it not been for the quick reactions of his guard then there might have only been one. His son was a freak. A failure. Something so impure it defied the very nature of a Tyto alba. But there was the daughter. Slow, weaker, but she would replace him. He planned for her to become his heir instead, in order to show that he didn't accept such impurity. The son could not be replaced – his Coyote could not be killed, a malformed son was better than only one egg in the brood, that would be an even greater weakness – so it all fell to his, his...His Isadora. The daughter was named Isadora. She could not fail him. She was pushed harder, treated harsher. She didn't get away with anything and when she was slow to learn to fly he 'flew off the handle'. He took his rage at his inability to sire anything pure and strong out on the fledgling. She was beaten when she failed, starved when she disobeyed. Somehow his son began to show promise through all of his failings, but that thought was soon pushed out of the way when the strong owl began to rebel. He would not have his son go against him. Azazel's idea of the perfect life failed him with the death of his daughter and the rebellion of his son. But as long as his son agreed with the ideals everything had been created from then perhaps there was some chance of saving him. He allowed the strange owl what he wanted in some respects. When he wanted to become a Turnfeather he was given the rank without question. But when he lashed out he was treated horribly. He wasn't going to spend all of his time on a son that would do nothing for him. The owl was ignored for the most part as his nightmares began haunting him more and more, as his duties became more pressing. The High Tyto takes more interest in the ranks of the newly fledged soldiers than he does his own son. Last Accepted Character : Eerin, Re. Soldier, Sooty Owl, Female –

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AUTOMATIC WIN BY NESSA
AZAZEL IS THE NEW HIGH TYTO