FIN'S TRACKER

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KING ARCTUS GLACIO OF GA'HOOLE


STATS VELOX
Quick Stats

Name: Arctus Glacio
Type of Owl: Long-eared Owl
Classification: Bubo virginianus
Age: Adult

Allegiance: Guardians of Ga'hoole
Rank: King
Chaw: Ryb of Colliering

Mate: none
Owlets: none

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NECESSITUDINES
Relationships

Leonidas
Fellow ryb of the tree, a nice chap - the only problem I have with him is the fact he is so suspicious of our younger owls. Curiosity is healthy in some cases, but he must learn to control it.

Kale
Ah, one of my students. Yes - a fine owl, of course, but ambition to be the best could be his downfall. If his ego grew any bigger, well, we just wouldnt have enough space for it in the tree! A prime example of the poor owls singled out for his species, proving that the fear of the 'Tyto' has spiralled out of proportion.

Sindari
A very clumsy young lady, always fumbling around, but the other rybs seemed to have picked up the fact it is only myself that she acts like this about. Very suspicious. Nonetheless, a trustworthy owl with a fine gizzard, and smart too! Just what we need in the tree.

Strix Streiter
Hmm... a confusing owl. He seems to assume that I won't ever listen to him, but I treat everyone the same - one of the things he must learn. He is very courageous, a great choice for Battle Ryb, but he must learn to control his anger. Frustration can send a owl yonks if not dealt with.

Name
describe


Close - Dear to him, whom he trusts the most, even with his life
Good terms - Having spoken many times, reliable
Friendly - Considered friends in which he speaks to occasionally, most students
Acquaintance - Met briefly, less intimate than friendship
Unfamiliar - Someone he knows but doesn't trust
Threat - Considered a threat to his being, someone who really doesn't like him
Enemy - Has very few personal enemies, but is wary of them always

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ARMIS BELLICIS
with arms for war

Helmet: describe
Claws: describe

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[atrb=background,http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/9718/lupin2e.png,true] High above, just under the clouds, the wind catches your wings as you fly over the great tree. The sun has barely fallen and there are already owls out and about, going in and out of their home. Circling the island, you notice a small collection of owls on a flat space of grass. As you get closer, the distinctive sound of clashing metal reaches your ears and instinctively you dive toward it, assuming the worst. An invasion? rogues? All these thoughts pass through your mind, but as you get within a few wing-lengths you realise they are all guardians being watched by the Battle ryb. They are practising for a real life situation, sparring with each other. One young trainee, who looked big enough to be a full-grown owl, stops and looks over at you, his thin, mock helmet slanting as he does. A glint of interest flashes in his amber, fire-like eyes as he hops over to you, his light-metal claws clanking on the ground. "Hey, you look familiar..." He hoots as he gets closer, inspecting you closely. You can tell he isn't fully grown as he still has a few downy-like feathers here and there, but he overshadows you greatly. Whipping back his head, his helmet slides again to the other side of his head. "I'm Lupinus, but everyone just calls me Lupin. I'm in the search-and-rescue chaw, as well as the battle - lucky me, I got double-tapped like the rest of these guys!" He gestures to his comrades. A loud hoot to attention rings out over the small clearing and Lupin ducks his head, slowly turning to the cause of noise. He turns back to you quickly, the glint gone from his eyes, hooting: "I have to go, nice speakin to ya! Comin'!" He hops back to the group, instantly falling into place and sparring with a smaller member of the group. Description = ee7011 Speech = ff2a00

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[atrb=background,http://img822.imageshack.us/img822/8236/brutus2.png] mewl mewl cus obviously shes outta my league but how can i win she keeps draggin me in and i know i never will be good enough her nono never will be good enough for her Description = 7c4f2e Speech = 5a371e

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[atrb=background,http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/1117/taaurusmiddle.png,true] A lone owl sits at the edge of a jagged branch reaching out from the top of a high tree. Glancing at his features, it is clear that he is a Tyto, and when you look down and notice the battle claws brandished on his talons, you know what allegiance he belongs to. He is a remnant, but by the looks of it, not an old one. Looking around, there are no other owls with him as he sits in this dark night with the castle headquarters far in the distance, a shape upon the dotted horizon. "My name is Taurus. My father, Brutus, called me it because on the night I was hatched the great Bull constellation lined the sky magnificently, but don't tell anyone he is my father." A trouble expression passes his face before he continues: "I know he is proud of me, making it out here in Company-B but... neither of us want to be here. As Tytos, it is forced upon us and expected." Description = 97c1ff Speech = cfdef5

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[atrb=background,http://img219.imageshack.us/img219/9780/leoe2.png] so take a breath of myth and mystery and dont look back birds eye view awake the stars cus they're all around you wide eyes will always brighten the blue chase your dreams and remember me speak bravery cus afterall those wings will take you up so high so bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind and take to the sky Description = 3d3e40 Speech = 686260