Post by aakesh on May 28, 2011 20:35:38 GMT -6
Name:
Athena
Gender:
XX/Female
Age:
6 years
Species:
Strix nebulosa
(Great Gray Owl)
Kingdom:
Rogue/Family Owl
Position:
N/a
Description/Picture:
www.flickr.com/photos/30167653@N08/3248587895/
Such stunning beauty shone off this titanic sized creature; burning liquid gold eyes peering forth from their sockets complemented by feathers stained the color of an artist's charcoal. A long scar along her spine from a forgotten war is the sole thing that disturbs her beautiful image, one of the painful memories of something she would rather forget. Power was inherited from her ancestors, visible with each down beat and each muscle that rippled as she moved. Wingspan was large, boosting her flight speed; however the lady's weight due to her great size kept this benefit from being realized and fully utilized. Even if her size sometimes compromised her flight abilities, it certainly did not hinder her defensive and offense tactics. Her talons are curled and sharp, like ebony daggers, and her total size certainly did frighten the weak at heart. Athena's enlarged facial disk served her well in detection, her sharp, keen eyes proving useful for hunting and scouting. Overall, she was one not to trifle with.
Personality:
Bulk and aggressive appearance was merely a mask of Athena, for she was the silent and wise type. Though sometimes stubborn and ornery, it was ultimately when she was forced to do something that was not to her taste or something that cramped her style. There was not a funny bone in her body and took all things seriously, which is, perhaps, the exact reason as to why she has not settled down yet (besides not liking to be obligated to things and having things restrict her movement). With her personality traits, this owl has found herself particularly good at traveling and absorbing knowledge as she went. The thrill of foreign things encouraged her travels, and Athena disliked the feeling of neglecting even the slightest bit of knowledge.
A perfectionist at heart, she would not leave until she knew that what she was completing was to her best ability. In these situations, she could become uptight and flippant, even pugnacious; however, she did attempt to keep a cool-head in order to avoid unnecessary injuries.
During her travels, she discovered about the nerves in an owl's body, and is thus very good at jabbing at them to make an owl unable to move or fight correctly, thus allowing her to successfully flee from or finish off her opponent. During fights, she may succumb to her old behavior of a war veteran and become more instinctual and less rational. This is one of the main indicators of her having post-traumatic stress syndrome.
Strengths:
"...Even if her size sometimes compromised her flight abilities, it certainly did not hinder her defensive and offense tactics. Her talons are curled and sharp, like ebony daggers, and her total size certainly did frighten the weak at heart. Athena's enlarged facial disk served her well in detection, her sharp, keen eyes proving useful for hunting and scouting..."
(All in personality and description)
Weaknesses:
"...Wingspan was large, boosting her flight speed; however the lady's weight due to her great size kept this benefit from being realized and fully utilized...."
(All in personality and description)
History:
It was a frigid winter when Athena had hatched, and a harsh blizzard had been roaring outside of her parents' hollow. She had been the sole survivor of her clutch due to her siblings freezing to death, which guaranteed that her mother and father were further stressed to ensure at least one child survived. Slowly, it seemed, they were all starving. Her father began having talks with her mother, discussing things foreign to her, and these talks occurred more frequently when the hollow they had resided in became snowed-in. It was during this time that her father looked grim, and eventually forced his mate to kill him so that she and Athena would survive to spring.
Spring came and went, the grim hold of cannibalism still clutching Athena in its firm grasp. She grew into a healthy, strong adult, yet the scars of what her father had done still remained. Rumors of war in the far North had reached herself and her mother, which caused her mother to promptly leave to fight in the war. Athena could not allow her mother to fly into any battle, and soon went out after her to convince her to return home with her. It was a long time into the travel when she felt her gizzard churn, indicating that something horrible had happened. As to what it was was unknown to her at first, until she came upon a ghastly scene. Enemies of the rebel cause had slaughtered her mother, and were gambling over who would take claim to killing this bird. This drove Athena into a blind rage, and she fought viciously against the owls, killing each of them.
It was after massacring them that her mind fully set into joining the Cause to avenge her mother. She fought battle after battle, seeing the deaths day after day, killing many an owl herself. Athena was promoted to being a general and lead her warriors into many climatic battles that were crucial to the war effort. With her intelligence and valor, she was dubbed the war names "Grey Scourge" and "Devil's Tyrant" due to her ferocity and great strength.
The war lasted a long time, which slowly began to tire Athena's soul. There was little energy left in her being near the end of the war, leaving her vulnerable to the horrors and illnesses of war. After the final battle, and the rebel's defeat, a price was placed on her head, which forced her to go into hiding. Slowly, Athena traveled to the Glauxian Retreat, where she sought inner peace.
It seemed as if years passed before she found herself strong, and the situation safe, enough to return back to the forest of her birth. Athena, however, had no idea that her home had been ravaged by war as well, for the rulers of the area had sought out for her by dropping coals into the woodland. To this day, she still searches, hoping to find her old home or to find some place to make a suitable residence...
... yet the war inside herself still rages.[/b][/font]
IC:
As he watched Srix Sreiter nod in recognition towards him, he watched with unblinking liquid amber eyes, of which appeared very near the pigment of freshly excreted sap off a tree in this pale moonlight. Expression of somewhat irritation of not being allowed to have a spare moment upon his return to his hollow with his Queen and mate, he would allow this to hide within him like a troll hides beneath a bridge. Armor would not be removed from his body, seeing as they had a visitor, and even if he was king he certainly would have to honor this one by continuing with his business when they had the 'floor'. Head was lowered slightly, and eyes posed that silent question of "Well?", a stern gaze that was slowly mixing with impatience. Silly bird, getting his feathers ruffled merely because he could not do what he pleased. That was why he accepted this position of King, right?
Of course, watching this other relax would somewhat soothe Aakesh as he watched him, ears attentive and body language speaking welcome. Certainly, he was an actor, for who else could hide their impatience and boredom as easily as himself? Beak opened and closed as he stretched his jaw, frozen atmosphere outside taking its effect upon the hollow bones within his body. Ah, so now he spoke of reporting? How casual. A sigh would be released, though cloaked in a shroud of an interested 'hoo'. Wings would once more stretch slightly as they would flap to keep themselves positioned correctly upon his body, and they would slide neatly into place as he continued to listen 'attentively'. Surely, mind had wandered elsewhere, even though he looked so clearly interested. Eyes would only blink on occasion, and mind would begin to form into distant memory of the past.
Dark night seemed to form before his eyes as he was stuck in darkened, unknown place. Another beating had occurred today, and poor wing was broken. It was held slightly separated from his body, for pain was great as he attempted to bring it to its center. There was nothingness in this darkened place, and it all seemed two-dimensional to him. Not a sound would be heard, nothing to be observed; how dull it all was. The silence seemed broken by the loud chattering of ruffians was heard, and that would cause Aakesh to give that sigh coated with a 'hoo' sound. Let it be once more, that he should endure this torture that they would bring upon his body. Let him survive, o' Glaux, let him survive it. They would come forth and screech loudly at him for him to tell them all about the Great Tree, but not a single word would be uttered by the prisoner, the rag doll. Ruffians would pin him, and step on already broken wing, and the screech of pain would not be with held, even though he knew that that was what they wanted to hear; his pain.
It all dissolved so quickly, and he was once more gazing down towards the Ryb leader, and he would allow beak to open and close once more with near silent click, as if he were tearing flesh from bone. His report was moderately interesting, and thus the owl would respond, "Ah yes, it appears that this is the case. While your group is petite, young one, take this as a great opportunity to get to know your chaw better. I am afraid that my absence from the tree upon confidential matters has kept me from knowing which owlets are doing what, so I shall have to make up for lost times, yes?" It was always like that. His speech pattern was irregular, and he would often add 'yes', 'no', or 'aye' to the end of his sentences to make them questions, to confirm what he was saying. He feared the lost of motivation? Hm. "Your troops are not as motivated as they used to be? How peculiar indeed. Perhaps enhancing the level of training will make them want to become better? Take them on missions more often, then or something."
Attention was quickly grabbed by the owl before him puffing his feathers forth, and Aakesh would mirror him, a non-verbal to show dominance in the situation. He could be the leader of his chaw, but the King was in charge of it all. He could change his mind about this predicament after all. Battle talons of gritted gold were tightened as he flexed his feet, those amber eyes gazing downwards into that others face.
Other:
nada
Athena
Gender:
XX/Female
Age:
6 years
Species:
Strix nebulosa
(Great Gray Owl)
Kingdom:
Rogue/Family Owl
Position:
N/a
Description/Picture:
www.flickr.com/photos/30167653@N08/3248587895/
Such stunning beauty shone off this titanic sized creature; burning liquid gold eyes peering forth from their sockets complemented by feathers stained the color of an artist's charcoal. A long scar along her spine from a forgotten war is the sole thing that disturbs her beautiful image, one of the painful memories of something she would rather forget. Power was inherited from her ancestors, visible with each down beat and each muscle that rippled as she moved. Wingspan was large, boosting her flight speed; however the lady's weight due to her great size kept this benefit from being realized and fully utilized. Even if her size sometimes compromised her flight abilities, it certainly did not hinder her defensive and offense tactics. Her talons are curled and sharp, like ebony daggers, and her total size certainly did frighten the weak at heart. Athena's enlarged facial disk served her well in detection, her sharp, keen eyes proving useful for hunting and scouting. Overall, she was one not to trifle with.
Personality:
Bulk and aggressive appearance was merely a mask of Athena, for she was the silent and wise type. Though sometimes stubborn and ornery, it was ultimately when she was forced to do something that was not to her taste or something that cramped her style. There was not a funny bone in her body and took all things seriously, which is, perhaps, the exact reason as to why she has not settled down yet (besides not liking to be obligated to things and having things restrict her movement). With her personality traits, this owl has found herself particularly good at traveling and absorbing knowledge as she went. The thrill of foreign things encouraged her travels, and Athena disliked the feeling of neglecting even the slightest bit of knowledge.
A perfectionist at heart, she would not leave until she knew that what she was completing was to her best ability. In these situations, she could become uptight and flippant, even pugnacious; however, she did attempt to keep a cool-head in order to avoid unnecessary injuries.
During her travels, she discovered about the nerves in an owl's body, and is thus very good at jabbing at them to make an owl unable to move or fight correctly, thus allowing her to successfully flee from or finish off her opponent. During fights, she may succumb to her old behavior of a war veteran and become more instinctual and less rational. This is one of the main indicators of her having post-traumatic stress syndrome.
Strengths:
"...Even if her size sometimes compromised her flight abilities, it certainly did not hinder her defensive and offense tactics. Her talons are curled and sharp, like ebony daggers, and her total size certainly did frighten the weak at heart. Athena's enlarged facial disk served her well in detection, her sharp, keen eyes proving useful for hunting and scouting..."
(All in personality and description)
Weaknesses:
"...Wingspan was large, boosting her flight speed; however the lady's weight due to her great size kept this benefit from being realized and fully utilized...."
(All in personality and description)
History:
It was a frigid winter when Athena had hatched, and a harsh blizzard had been roaring outside of her parents' hollow. She had been the sole survivor of her clutch due to her siblings freezing to death, which guaranteed that her mother and father were further stressed to ensure at least one child survived. Slowly, it seemed, they were all starving. Her father began having talks with her mother, discussing things foreign to her, and these talks occurred more frequently when the hollow they had resided in became snowed-in. It was during this time that her father looked grim, and eventually forced his mate to kill him so that she and Athena would survive to spring.
Spring came and went, the grim hold of cannibalism still clutching Athena in its firm grasp. She grew into a healthy, strong adult, yet the scars of what her father had done still remained. Rumors of war in the far North had reached herself and her mother, which caused her mother to promptly leave to fight in the war. Athena could not allow her mother to fly into any battle, and soon went out after her to convince her to return home with her. It was a long time into the travel when she felt her gizzard churn, indicating that something horrible had happened. As to what it was was unknown to her at first, until she came upon a ghastly scene. Enemies of the rebel cause had slaughtered her mother, and were gambling over who would take claim to killing this bird. This drove Athena into a blind rage, and she fought viciously against the owls, killing each of them.
It was after massacring them that her mind fully set into joining the Cause to avenge her mother. She fought battle after battle, seeing the deaths day after day, killing many an owl herself. Athena was promoted to being a general and lead her warriors into many climatic battles that were crucial to the war effort. With her intelligence and valor, she was dubbed the war names "Grey Scourge" and "Devil's Tyrant" due to her ferocity and great strength.
The war lasted a long time, which slowly began to tire Athena's soul. There was little energy left in her being near the end of the war, leaving her vulnerable to the horrors and illnesses of war. After the final battle, and the rebel's defeat, a price was placed on her head, which forced her to go into hiding. Slowly, Athena traveled to the Glauxian Retreat, where she sought inner peace.
It seemed as if years passed before she found herself strong, and the situation safe, enough to return back to the forest of her birth. Athena, however, had no idea that her home had been ravaged by war as well, for the rulers of the area had sought out for her by dropping coals into the woodland. To this day, she still searches, hoping to find her old home or to find some place to make a suitable residence...
... yet the war inside herself still rages.[/b][/font]
IC:
As he watched Srix Sreiter nod in recognition towards him, he watched with unblinking liquid amber eyes, of which appeared very near the pigment of freshly excreted sap off a tree in this pale moonlight. Expression of somewhat irritation of not being allowed to have a spare moment upon his return to his hollow with his Queen and mate, he would allow this to hide within him like a troll hides beneath a bridge. Armor would not be removed from his body, seeing as they had a visitor, and even if he was king he certainly would have to honor this one by continuing with his business when they had the 'floor'. Head was lowered slightly, and eyes posed that silent question of "Well?", a stern gaze that was slowly mixing with impatience. Silly bird, getting his feathers ruffled merely because he could not do what he pleased. That was why he accepted this position of King, right?
Of course, watching this other relax would somewhat soothe Aakesh as he watched him, ears attentive and body language speaking welcome. Certainly, he was an actor, for who else could hide their impatience and boredom as easily as himself? Beak opened and closed as he stretched his jaw, frozen atmosphere outside taking its effect upon the hollow bones within his body. Ah, so now he spoke of reporting? How casual. A sigh would be released, though cloaked in a shroud of an interested 'hoo'. Wings would once more stretch slightly as they would flap to keep themselves positioned correctly upon his body, and they would slide neatly into place as he continued to listen 'attentively'. Surely, mind had wandered elsewhere, even though he looked so clearly interested. Eyes would only blink on occasion, and mind would begin to form into distant memory of the past.
Dark night seemed to form before his eyes as he was stuck in darkened, unknown place. Another beating had occurred today, and poor wing was broken. It was held slightly separated from his body, for pain was great as he attempted to bring it to its center. There was nothingness in this darkened place, and it all seemed two-dimensional to him. Not a sound would be heard, nothing to be observed; how dull it all was. The silence seemed broken by the loud chattering of ruffians was heard, and that would cause Aakesh to give that sigh coated with a 'hoo' sound. Let it be once more, that he should endure this torture that they would bring upon his body. Let him survive, o' Glaux, let him survive it. They would come forth and screech loudly at him for him to tell them all about the Great Tree, but not a single word would be uttered by the prisoner, the rag doll. Ruffians would pin him, and step on already broken wing, and the screech of pain would not be with held, even though he knew that that was what they wanted to hear; his pain.
It all dissolved so quickly, and he was once more gazing down towards the Ryb leader, and he would allow beak to open and close once more with near silent click, as if he were tearing flesh from bone. His report was moderately interesting, and thus the owl would respond, "Ah yes, it appears that this is the case. While your group is petite, young one, take this as a great opportunity to get to know your chaw better. I am afraid that my absence from the tree upon confidential matters has kept me from knowing which owlets are doing what, so I shall have to make up for lost times, yes?" It was always like that. His speech pattern was irregular, and he would often add 'yes', 'no', or 'aye' to the end of his sentences to make them questions, to confirm what he was saying. He feared the lost of motivation? Hm. "Your troops are not as motivated as they used to be? How peculiar indeed. Perhaps enhancing the level of training will make them want to become better? Take them on missions more often, then or something."
Attention was quickly grabbed by the owl before him puffing his feathers forth, and Aakesh would mirror him, a non-verbal to show dominance in the situation. He could be the leader of his chaw, but the King was in charge of it all. He could change his mind about this predicament after all. Battle talons of gritted gold were tightened as he flexed his feet, those amber eyes gazing downwards into that others face.
Other:
nada