Post by aakesh on Oct 22, 2010 23:54:30 GMT -6
Name:
Imperial
Gender:
XX/Female
Age:
3 years
Species:
Ninox strenua
(Powerful Owl/Great Hawk Owl)
Kingdom:
St. Aggies
Position:
Supervisor
Description/Picture:
www.greeningnewcastle.info/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/owlaaardvaarkflickr.jpg
www.bencruachan.org/blog/ccreek/powlpr1.jpg
Giantess was not that entirely far from beauty, for those eyes of sunshine yellow seemed to look far into the souls of others. Body was covered with feathers of mixed ashen hues, allowing owl to mix in well with the shadows and rocks. As typical for her race, there were mixes of white spots dotting about her body. With lean muscle build, she was fast but made steady movement choices as she flitted through the air. A quizzical look was commonly mixed upon her face, formed by one eye slightly closing as the other opened wide; for owls had no eyebrows to raise to question a youngster. Voice was quite lovely to behold within one's eardrums, for there was that whimsical typical slow-moving voice that matched the two-syllable call so familiar for her race ('woo-hoo'). There is a traditional alteration in her voice when she hits the second 'note' of it, where it raises at least one octave.
Personality:
There was little compassion in that god like force that called herself 'Imperial'. Indeed, she was imperial, for she was of noble lineage of aviary birds; for her race was renown for its size and brute strength. She took her job seriously, and one might even hint to the fact that she might even take it too seriously. She commonly was found observing young owlets as they moved from place to place, eyes never blinking so as not to miss any misdemeanors that might go on if eyes were to shut, even if momentarily. Damsel was highly intelligent, and would often use this for the rather 'improper' activities such as gambling and planned out kidnapping. She was quick to become infuriated, for she was not to be fooled with, and would commonly resort quickly to 'laughter therapy' for even the smallest misdoing. Though brutal punishment was not often used, she did, indeed, prefer to use this upon unfortunate owlets but would register the fact that it would not be healthy for her to do so seeing as she might accidentally slaughter a young child. Commonly, the lass would get ahead of herself, but this was as much an asset as it was a disadvantage; for she would easily begin to make preparations for such changes. Always, she was looking over her shoulder for those who would want to kill her in her sleep.
Strengths:
"...for her race was renown for its size and brute strength. She took her job seriously..."
"...Damsel was highly intelligent..."
"...Commonly, the lass would get ahead of herself, but this was as much an asset as it was a disadvantage; for she would easily begin to make preparations for such changes..."
(All in personality)
Weaknesses:
"...There was little compassion in that god like force that called herself 'Imperial'..."
"...and one might even hint to the fact that she might even take it too seriously. She commonly was found observing young owlets as they moved from place to place, eyes never blinking so as not to miss any misdemeanors that might go on if eyes were to shut, even if momentarily..."
"...Commonly, the lass would get ahead of herself, but this was as much an asset as it was a disadvantage; for she would easily begin to make preparations for such changes. Always, she was looking over her shoulder for those who would want to kill her in her sleep..."
History:
Her past is mixed with many depressive notions; and it was through this history that her path intertwined with St. Aggies. Upon the first hours of her hatching, she was abandoned and left alone to fend for herself when an intruder came and disturbed the nest. Her mother had been the type to over-react and not think things through, and so she carelessly left the nest convincing herself that this child was something to be able to fend for itself, even if it was merely a few hours old. Of course young Imperial waddled near the edge of the hollow in which she was born to search for mum that had just flown off into the atmosphere, and it was on this occasion that she accidentally fell out of the hollow. For what seemed the longest period of time, she lie upon the ground crying for her mother to return to her, but the thing that did was a St. Aggies patrol. Imperial was taken to St. Aggies and, as any other owl, was moonblinked and eventually learned her place and retrieved her special name. With that vicious ability of no respect for the dead, she was proven a good scavenger of retrieving armor off the bodies of deceased warriors. If it was for St. Aggies, then she'd devout her life to without hesitation.
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
Imperial
Gender:
XX/Female
Age:
3 years
Species:
Ninox strenua
(Powerful Owl/Great Hawk Owl)
Kingdom:
St. Aggies
Position:
Supervisor
Description/Picture:
www.greeningnewcastle.info/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/owlaaardvaarkflickr.jpg
www.bencruachan.org/blog/ccreek/powlpr1.jpg
Giantess was not that entirely far from beauty, for those eyes of sunshine yellow seemed to look far into the souls of others. Body was covered with feathers of mixed ashen hues, allowing owl to mix in well with the shadows and rocks. As typical for her race, there were mixes of white spots dotting about her body. With lean muscle build, she was fast but made steady movement choices as she flitted through the air. A quizzical look was commonly mixed upon her face, formed by one eye slightly closing as the other opened wide; for owls had no eyebrows to raise to question a youngster. Voice was quite lovely to behold within one's eardrums, for there was that whimsical typical slow-moving voice that matched the two-syllable call so familiar for her race ('woo-hoo'). There is a traditional alteration in her voice when she hits the second 'note' of it, where it raises at least one octave.
Personality:
There was little compassion in that god like force that called herself 'Imperial'. Indeed, she was imperial, for she was of noble lineage of aviary birds; for her race was renown for its size and brute strength. She took her job seriously, and one might even hint to the fact that she might even take it too seriously. She commonly was found observing young owlets as they moved from place to place, eyes never blinking so as not to miss any misdemeanors that might go on if eyes were to shut, even if momentarily. Damsel was highly intelligent, and would often use this for the rather 'improper' activities such as gambling and planned out kidnapping. She was quick to become infuriated, for she was not to be fooled with, and would commonly resort quickly to 'laughter therapy' for even the smallest misdoing. Though brutal punishment was not often used, she did, indeed, prefer to use this upon unfortunate owlets but would register the fact that it would not be healthy for her to do so seeing as she might accidentally slaughter a young child. Commonly, the lass would get ahead of herself, but this was as much an asset as it was a disadvantage; for she would easily begin to make preparations for such changes. Always, she was looking over her shoulder for those who would want to kill her in her sleep.
Strengths:
"...for her race was renown for its size and brute strength. She took her job seriously..."
"...Damsel was highly intelligent..."
"...Commonly, the lass would get ahead of herself, but this was as much an asset as it was a disadvantage; for she would easily begin to make preparations for such changes..."
(All in personality)
Weaknesses:
"...There was little compassion in that god like force that called herself 'Imperial'..."
"...and one might even hint to the fact that she might even take it too seriously. She commonly was found observing young owlets as they moved from place to place, eyes never blinking so as not to miss any misdemeanors that might go on if eyes were to shut, even if momentarily..."
"...Commonly, the lass would get ahead of herself, but this was as much an asset as it was a disadvantage; for she would easily begin to make preparations for such changes. Always, she was looking over her shoulder for those who would want to kill her in her sleep..."
History:
Her past is mixed with many depressive notions; and it was through this history that her path intertwined with St. Aggies. Upon the first hours of her hatching, she was abandoned and left alone to fend for herself when an intruder came and disturbed the nest. Her mother had been the type to over-react and not think things through, and so she carelessly left the nest convincing herself that this child was something to be able to fend for itself, even if it was merely a few hours old. Of course young Imperial waddled near the edge of the hollow in which she was born to search for mum that had just flown off into the atmosphere, and it was on this occasion that she accidentally fell out of the hollow. For what seemed the longest period of time, she lie upon the ground crying for her mother to return to her, but the thing that did was a St. Aggies patrol. Imperial was taken to St. Aggies and, as any other owl, was moonblinked and eventually learned her place and retrieved her special name. With that vicious ability of no respect for the dead, she was proven a good scavenger of retrieving armor off the bodies of deceased warriors. If it was for St. Aggies, then she'd devout her life to without hesitation.
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