Post by SongBird on Mar 9, 2014 17:49:44 GMT
Type of Owl: Barred Owl
Classification: Strix Varia
Gender: Female
Age: Young Adult
Allegiance: Guardian
Rank: Trainee
Chaw: Weather Interpretation
Mate: Open
Short sentence: Slightly large Barred Owl with pale feathers
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Detailed description: Frost has snow white, downy feathers, and slashes of pale brown and deep gold that encircle her neck and head. She also has slashes of brown and gold going vertically down her wings and torso. The slashes are a darker shade of brown on her face, and fade again as they get closer to her eyes. Her eyes are deep black. She is slightly large for her species and her wings are the same colour as her body, though the feathers are less fluffy. Her feathers make her appear larger than she actually is, and her tail and wing feathers are more darkly marked than her body.
Personality: Frost can be very aggressive, but is not quick to get into a fight. She is an excellant flier and very agile in the air, but is light and unable to do any serious damage in battle. She is smart and good at planning, but her tendancy towards aggression prevents her from being a good leader, and she is unwilling to make sacrifices. Frost is a loyal friend and a good ally, and is brave. She has a facination with rain, and often sits on a branch for hours at a time during storms. No one knows why she is so eager to get wet, but she feelsthat it calms her down in times of stress and it always seems to draw her.
History: Frost was raised alone, as she had no siblings. Her mother was killed in battle and her father had no time for her. She wanted to be the greatest owl that ever lived, but in time she realised that she just wasn't good enough. Instead she cut herself off from her father and joined the Weather Interpretation chaw, because she had always felt at home in the air, and unlike some owls, she enjoyed storms.
Roleplay Example: The storm raged around her, gusts of violent wind ripping at the branches and shredding leaves as though they were whisps of smoke. Thunder rumbled loudly, preceeded by flashes of jagged, crackling light. The rain pounded the ground, as though trying to smash its way nder the earth. Rivulets of water quickly collected into streams and flowed into one another, creating a roaring river that flowed downwards, out of sight. The sky was a deep grey colour, clouds overlapping in a thick blanket that blocked out the moon and stars. The flashes of light were disorientating, the world visible for seconds at a time in stark, vivid detail, before being plunged back into near absolute darkness. Frost dug her talons into the branch as it swayed violently. She had thought she had chosen well, one of the thicker branches closer to the trunk of the great tree. It was a testament to the ferocity of the storm that even the most sturdy branches were being swung about as though they were no thicker than a mouse. Her feathers were heavy, soaked through with the water that cascaded from the sky, filling the air with a roar of sound that blocked out almost every other noise. But even now she refused to go inside. She had braved worse storms before, though even she wasn't foolish enough to attempt flight in this weather. She shuddered at the thought of being grabbed by those viscious tempests, at having her wings torn away from her body. Even in the tumult of noise, and the regular moments of brilliant light, she could think clearly. Too bad that she had nothing important to descifer. It was a pity to waste such a perfect storm.
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