Post by yiska on Sept 17, 2013 12:39:52 GMT -6
Guardian- Blacksmith and Collier, Yiska
Alias: Yiska
Gender: Male
Hourglass: 34 moons
Species: Snowy owl
Mate: none
Progeny: Has yet to reproduce
Loyalty: Guardian of Ga'hoole
Rank: Chief ryb/Colliering chaw ryb/Blacksmith
Appearance:
Yiska is adorned with a drapery of dense, impenetrable plumage, ranging in the scale of pale overcasting tones. Ashen charcoals, radiant alabasters, soothing ivories, and lustrous creams, this brute of a male has meagre complications diminishing into obscurity during the hunt. By virtue of his forefathers blood, this Arctic descendent obtains a lengthy pelage throughout the year, yielding a superior insulation to the frigid temperatures cast down from the currents originating in the Northern Kingdoms. Both ventral and dorsal axis of his anatomy are dappled in obvious onyx emblishments, giving the illusion of camouflage, an attribute gifting him with many silent kills. The ample spread of each fringe protrusions from individual feather shafts give Yiska a dominating ability to convey his frame across expansive provinces acquiring minimal strain as his vast experiences remit him the locations and positioning of countless air currents. Due to the irregular wing to mass ratio of this owl, he is capable of carrying capacious loads, retaining his appraisal in both colliering and temporary membership to wide spread search and rescue operations.
Yiska boasts the immense frame of his Northern brethren, as increased stature bestowed advantage upon those living in the harsh environment superior to the Northern Kingdoms. His build is encompassed upon generous scapula, a extensive weight bearing spinal column and astounding wingspan. An Astonishing wing range of thirty-seven inches when fully extended, paired with a massive, muscular figure, gives Yiska the capacity to haul increased weight, and allows for ample manoeuvrability while airborne, though giving diminished movement options while land locked.
This male warrior hosts a variety of unique traits exclusive to himself. Though his phylum are characterized for their chromas of vibrant gold, Yiska inherited his sires optics; a pigment of metallic silver, complete with the intimidating, and otherwise unnerving fixation for which his predecessor was notorious. Onset inferior to his apex, a voluminous scar stretches the entire expanse of his starboard flank, curling superior to the fanning ligaments fastening his expansive wing to the flank, and halting in a imperfect point upon the base of his tail. This marking, though decrepit, will often cause discomfort during the end of the Golden Rain, as the rapidly cooling atmosphere tightens the superficial muscles of the body. This disfigurement, paired with the multitude of other less identifying mares and unnatural eyes give Yiska a frightening appearance, making many owls unwilling to approach this commonly gently spirited and soft spoken male.
Though an experienced, self learned blacksmith, Yiska possesses the smouldering remains of former mistakes of his trial and errors of the past. During his first flight through a diminishing forest fire, the young owl of the time was horrendously injured by an unseen flare up, causing the blackening of both the tarsus' and talons of both legs. The immense heat hardened the bone of his claws, causing both the strengthening of his talons, and the weakening of his joints. As such, it is a common sight to see this male fly off into battle unarmed with the customary battle claws. Overall, Yiskas regal crown and arching converts held aerial to a drawn out spine gives this brute an elegant and intimidating stance, his assurity in both his wisdom, skill and experience honing body and mind into a force demanding respect and caution.
Demeanor:
Amid the fledgling seasons of his youth, Yiska was often criticized for being one of the most rambunctious of his siblings, often venturing forth into the wastelands of the unmarked north, desiring to prove his worth as a capable male. Determined and yielding an unrealistic quantity of enthusiasm, the hatchling was constant in his aspiration to push his anatomy to its utmost capabilities, beginning first ledgings months in advance than what was normally accepted. He would later become the first of his nest mates to take wings, for his conditioning hastened the maturation of his body. Armed with powerful, ever growing wings, Yiska took to the provinces surrounding his families hallow, curious of the dangers that were said to lurk in the lonesome tundras.
However, in sub sequential events that followed, Yiska matured into a bitter and violent owl, lashing out against any individuals that stood in his way against seeking revenge. Self hatred cultivated deep within the inner sanctuaries of his soul, for the belief in his involvement in his families death poisoned his thoughts and drove him to enact retribuation upon those who struck down his innocent kin.
In the months leading up to his encounter with the Guardians, Yiska bore his way south, assaulting the parties of rouge kraals associated with the origin tribe of his suffering. His rage was unmatched by these uncivilized individuals, and during these incidents, the now two year old male educated himself in the acts of espionage and stealth. Infiltrating the ranks of the kraals, Yiska would paint his feathers with the blood of his prey, giving his appearance similar characteristics of those he targeted.
It was during his final assault that Yiska encountered the Guardians for the first time. The kraals he was set upon were responsible for various raids of the South, securing the attention of the Gahoolian warriors. Though hesitant to join the ranks of this brotherhood, the Arctic snowy eventually surrendered to his base desires, making the tedious journey across the sea to the Great Tree. He was rapidly tapped by the metal and colliering chaws. Wary of these owls, Yiska was still greatly reluctant in participating in the activities of the Guardians, though the aging blacksmith of the Great Tree took him under his wing, encouraging his unique form of metal work.
Over time, Yiska steadily accepted the companionship of his fellow guardians, and became a high ranking owl of the Gahoolian parliament. The more startling change was that of his personality, which mellowed under the constant attention of the curious and adoring hatchlings that often assaulted his sanctuary. Learning of the hardships his life contained, the scarred blacksmith developed a new out look on the view of warfare, preferring a more democratic approach to crisis. Also, his enjoyment in the audience of youngsters caused for Yiska to start taking young owls under his wing, acknowledging the potential each of his apprentices were capable of achieving. In general, under the shield of the values and guidances of the Guardians, Yiska morphed into a gentle giant, always seeking the good in any individual, and exerted great effort in never forming opinions at a glance.
Strengths:
Yiska sheer physical size allows for the male to achieve amazing feats, capable of carrying immense loads, giving him an exceptional advantage in colliering coals and temporary memberships in a variety of chaws should strength be required.
Flying is by far one of Yiska most spectacular abilities, his expansive wing span giving him superior aptness in low distance flights and remarkable manuverabilty.
Though it started out as a disadvantage, Yiskas injuries received from the burns upon his legs gifted him with a powerful resistance to heat and a strengthened density of bone, and became impervious to breakage.
Yiska also sports a extensive knowledge base in anything relating to warfare and atmospheric currents. Due to his nomadic lifestyle previous to the Guardians, most of his knowledge is self learned, and many are supported through critical thinking, rather than the typical theory
Weakness:
Though considered Yiskas greatest physical attribute, his wings also limit his range of motion while on land. Graceful while upon the embrace of wind currents, the moment he takes to the terrain, Yiska evolves into an awkward creature, and is typically still when perking unless movement is required.
Yiskas burns have weakened the joints of his talons. As such, his grip is considered below average and usually wedges objects into clamps so they don't shift during smelting. His writing is poor.
Due to his loner beginning, Yiska is often considered anti-social because he won't actively seek out companionship. Younger members of the Great Tree often fear him due to his aura and intimidating appearance.
History:
Most of Yiska childhood was spent exploring the immense territories of the Far North. Having few owls his age due to the treacherous winter, the young owl would often spend his time alone, as like most males, had little interest spending time with his younger sisters. It was amongst one of these copious exploits that Yiska lost his family. A rouge band of kraals hailing from the Kiel Bay set upon the unsuspecting and peaceful lineage, resulting in their total demise. Angered and feeling responsible for their death, the yearling set forth to the south, prepared to fight to the death against the tribe chargeable to the offence.
Unrational in his grief, Yiska flew out across the frozen waters, unaware of the brewing hurricane baring down upon the Northern Mountains. Caught in the deadly talons, the snowy would have met his end, had a wandering pair of Barred Owls not found his freezing form. Taking him to their hallow, the kind couple nursed his ailing form back to health, educating the Arctic citizen of the strange customs and ways of the mysterious Southerners.
Galaxtous, mate to Minerva, and male to the duo who saved Yiskas live turned out to be a retired blacksmith, and former guardian to the Great Tree of Ga'Hoole. He spoke in whispered conversations of the valiant owls who dedicated their lives to the peace and prosperity of the Owl Kingdoms, urging the miserable youth to seek them out. However, Yiska was unconsolable, and during the night, fled the hallow he had spent the previous weeks within. Continuing on his quest, the male grew more confident in his abilities, as the harsh landscape forged his being into a authority of get intuition and survival ethic. He would often come across platoons of the kraals, all baring the same markings of the rouges who attacked his family. His claws remained sharp and blood stained for the majority of his travels.
It was when he ventured into the region of the Kiel Bay that Yiska had his first encounter with the Guardians. The rouges he had been tracking for the past multiple moons had in fact been responsible for many raids upon the families of the Owl Kingdoms, and in turn received the wary attention of the Gahoolian warriors. Coming upon Yiska, who had been insnared in a trap when the kraals discovered he was responsible for their brothers deaths, the Guardians aided him in ending the tribe, and concluding his basis for moving forward. However, one of the senoir guardians were impressed by the young Yiskas strength and skill, urging him to join their ranks amongst the branches of the Great Tree. Though wary at first, Yiska conceded, making the difficult flight across the sea to the Island, where he was quickly tabbed for both the metals and colliering chaw. Apprenticed by the former blacksmith, Yiska excelled in his studies and soon rose to take his mentors rank as Blacksmith of the Great Tree. He also became a sub ryb for the colliering chaw, often taking new wings out on their first forest fire expedition.
In Character:
The calming, steady atmosphere of the tranquil woodland was nearly tangible, blades of moon light lancing through the dense canopy sheltering the tangled underbrush below. Aburptly, a ghostly figure hurtled through the expansive space amidst the influent branches, a deep, startling silver discernible amongst the collage of ivories and alabaster. Athletic, robust movements rippled though the muscular frame as imposing pinion spread with effective ease parallel to a barrel chest. Yiska, licensed his straining nape to pivot in an arching swip, his preceptive gaze sighting the slightest of activities within the gnarled thicket brushes, always Searching for the indication of his prey. Cocking his crown with a even tilt, the Guardian curled his lengthy feathers, the angular tips grazing against the others surface as he pumped his wings, the currents of the breeze nearly nonexistent in the still forest. A dull thumping echoed off the coiling interior of his ear, his capacity of memory identifying the vibration as that of a mouses heartbeat.
Snapping his head towards the trembling bush, Yiska narrows his eyes, the second eyelid sheathing his sensitive cornea, the metallic tint causing the faint light to reflect off his optics, casting eerie raises of luminescence off the surface. Elegantly folding his converts close to his frame, Yiska took to a steep dive, his talons arching out from under his inferior apex, the blackened peeks gleaming, as if in demented amusement for the following precedings. Releasing the locking muscles
from their held position, the male pulled from his fall, tightening his joints as the sensors in his feet perceived the thundering heart beat of the terrified prey.
Oscillating his sturdy shoulders, Yiska brought his form back into aloftment, rotating his beak down to deliver a swift blow to the back of the mouses neck, the carcass falling limp as the spinal cord was efficiently severed. Evening out his motions, the large snowy wheeled around, heading towards the lone tree to which his temporary roost was located. Beating his wings rapidly, Yiska pulled his hind quarters out from behind, spreading out the talons of his unoccupied foot, catching the frozen bark, feeling the yielding form of the mouse pressing into the branch as he settled his weight.
Cranking his flexible collar, Yiska assessed his kill, noting the dense fur of the hide and the plump belly. Crooning in pleasure at the sizable meal, he swiped down, making swift work of the tough hide, his powerful beak tearing off large portions of meat, his head arching back as he swallowed the flesh whole. Ruffling out his feathers as the kill vanished down his esophagus, Yiska peered out across the glass like surface of the sea, the unnerving calm foretelling the beginnings of a storm. “It may be best to make this flight at a later time,” he muttered to himself, only aware of the general direction to which his travels would take him, not the duration. Tensing his anxious muscles, the male rotated his head, commencing the tedious process of cleaning is dense feathers, allowing his thoughts to wonder towards the impression of the owls he met the previous moon high. “Guardians huh?”
*durp, didn't know what to rp XD*
Alias: Yiska
Gender: Male
Hourglass: 34 moons
Species: Snowy owl
Mate: none
Progeny: Has yet to reproduce
Loyalty: Guardian of Ga'hoole
Rank: Chief ryb/Colliering chaw ryb/Blacksmith
Appearance:
Yiska is adorned with a drapery of dense, impenetrable plumage, ranging in the scale of pale overcasting tones. Ashen charcoals, radiant alabasters, soothing ivories, and lustrous creams, this brute of a male has meagre complications diminishing into obscurity during the hunt. By virtue of his forefathers blood, this Arctic descendent obtains a lengthy pelage throughout the year, yielding a superior insulation to the frigid temperatures cast down from the currents originating in the Northern Kingdoms. Both ventral and dorsal axis of his anatomy are dappled in obvious onyx emblishments, giving the illusion of camouflage, an attribute gifting him with many silent kills. The ample spread of each fringe protrusions from individual feather shafts give Yiska a dominating ability to convey his frame across expansive provinces acquiring minimal strain as his vast experiences remit him the locations and positioning of countless air currents. Due to the irregular wing to mass ratio of this owl, he is capable of carrying capacious loads, retaining his appraisal in both colliering and temporary membership to wide spread search and rescue operations.
Yiska boasts the immense frame of his Northern brethren, as increased stature bestowed advantage upon those living in the harsh environment superior to the Northern Kingdoms. His build is encompassed upon generous scapula, a extensive weight bearing spinal column and astounding wingspan. An Astonishing wing range of thirty-seven inches when fully extended, paired with a massive, muscular figure, gives Yiska the capacity to haul increased weight, and allows for ample manoeuvrability while airborne, though giving diminished movement options while land locked.
This male warrior hosts a variety of unique traits exclusive to himself. Though his phylum are characterized for their chromas of vibrant gold, Yiska inherited his sires optics; a pigment of metallic silver, complete with the intimidating, and otherwise unnerving fixation for which his predecessor was notorious. Onset inferior to his apex, a voluminous scar stretches the entire expanse of his starboard flank, curling superior to the fanning ligaments fastening his expansive wing to the flank, and halting in a imperfect point upon the base of his tail. This marking, though decrepit, will often cause discomfort during the end of the Golden Rain, as the rapidly cooling atmosphere tightens the superficial muscles of the body. This disfigurement, paired with the multitude of other less identifying mares and unnatural eyes give Yiska a frightening appearance, making many owls unwilling to approach this commonly gently spirited and soft spoken male.
Though an experienced, self learned blacksmith, Yiska possesses the smouldering remains of former mistakes of his trial and errors of the past. During his first flight through a diminishing forest fire, the young owl of the time was horrendously injured by an unseen flare up, causing the blackening of both the tarsus' and talons of both legs. The immense heat hardened the bone of his claws, causing both the strengthening of his talons, and the weakening of his joints. As such, it is a common sight to see this male fly off into battle unarmed with the customary battle claws. Overall, Yiskas regal crown and arching converts held aerial to a drawn out spine gives this brute an elegant and intimidating stance, his assurity in both his wisdom, skill and experience honing body and mind into a force demanding respect and caution.
Demeanor:
Amid the fledgling seasons of his youth, Yiska was often criticized for being one of the most rambunctious of his siblings, often venturing forth into the wastelands of the unmarked north, desiring to prove his worth as a capable male. Determined and yielding an unrealistic quantity of enthusiasm, the hatchling was constant in his aspiration to push his anatomy to its utmost capabilities, beginning first ledgings months in advance than what was normally accepted. He would later become the first of his nest mates to take wings, for his conditioning hastened the maturation of his body. Armed with powerful, ever growing wings, Yiska took to the provinces surrounding his families hallow, curious of the dangers that were said to lurk in the lonesome tundras.
However, in sub sequential events that followed, Yiska matured into a bitter and violent owl, lashing out against any individuals that stood in his way against seeking revenge. Self hatred cultivated deep within the inner sanctuaries of his soul, for the belief in his involvement in his families death poisoned his thoughts and drove him to enact retribuation upon those who struck down his innocent kin.
In the months leading up to his encounter with the Guardians, Yiska bore his way south, assaulting the parties of rouge kraals associated with the origin tribe of his suffering. His rage was unmatched by these uncivilized individuals, and during these incidents, the now two year old male educated himself in the acts of espionage and stealth. Infiltrating the ranks of the kraals, Yiska would paint his feathers with the blood of his prey, giving his appearance similar characteristics of those he targeted.
It was during his final assault that Yiska encountered the Guardians for the first time. The kraals he was set upon were responsible for various raids of the South, securing the attention of the Gahoolian warriors. Though hesitant to join the ranks of this brotherhood, the Arctic snowy eventually surrendered to his base desires, making the tedious journey across the sea to the Great Tree. He was rapidly tapped by the metal and colliering chaws. Wary of these owls, Yiska was still greatly reluctant in participating in the activities of the Guardians, though the aging blacksmith of the Great Tree took him under his wing, encouraging his unique form of metal work.
Over time, Yiska steadily accepted the companionship of his fellow guardians, and became a high ranking owl of the Gahoolian parliament. The more startling change was that of his personality, which mellowed under the constant attention of the curious and adoring hatchlings that often assaulted his sanctuary. Learning of the hardships his life contained, the scarred blacksmith developed a new out look on the view of warfare, preferring a more democratic approach to crisis. Also, his enjoyment in the audience of youngsters caused for Yiska to start taking young owls under his wing, acknowledging the potential each of his apprentices were capable of achieving. In general, under the shield of the values and guidances of the Guardians, Yiska morphed into a gentle giant, always seeking the good in any individual, and exerted great effort in never forming opinions at a glance.
Strengths:
Yiska sheer physical size allows for the male to achieve amazing feats, capable of carrying immense loads, giving him an exceptional advantage in colliering coals and temporary memberships in a variety of chaws should strength be required.
Flying is by far one of Yiska most spectacular abilities, his expansive wing span giving him superior aptness in low distance flights and remarkable manuverabilty.
Though it started out as a disadvantage, Yiskas injuries received from the burns upon his legs gifted him with a powerful resistance to heat and a strengthened density of bone, and became impervious to breakage.
Yiska also sports a extensive knowledge base in anything relating to warfare and atmospheric currents. Due to his nomadic lifestyle previous to the Guardians, most of his knowledge is self learned, and many are supported through critical thinking, rather than the typical theory
Weakness:
Though considered Yiskas greatest physical attribute, his wings also limit his range of motion while on land. Graceful while upon the embrace of wind currents, the moment he takes to the terrain, Yiska evolves into an awkward creature, and is typically still when perking unless movement is required.
Yiskas burns have weakened the joints of his talons. As such, his grip is considered below average and usually wedges objects into clamps so they don't shift during smelting. His writing is poor.
Due to his loner beginning, Yiska is often considered anti-social because he won't actively seek out companionship. Younger members of the Great Tree often fear him due to his aura and intimidating appearance.
History:
Most of Yiska childhood was spent exploring the immense territories of the Far North. Having few owls his age due to the treacherous winter, the young owl would often spend his time alone, as like most males, had little interest spending time with his younger sisters. It was amongst one of these copious exploits that Yiska lost his family. A rouge band of kraals hailing from the Kiel Bay set upon the unsuspecting and peaceful lineage, resulting in their total demise. Angered and feeling responsible for their death, the yearling set forth to the south, prepared to fight to the death against the tribe chargeable to the offence.
Unrational in his grief, Yiska flew out across the frozen waters, unaware of the brewing hurricane baring down upon the Northern Mountains. Caught in the deadly talons, the snowy would have met his end, had a wandering pair of Barred Owls not found his freezing form. Taking him to their hallow, the kind couple nursed his ailing form back to health, educating the Arctic citizen of the strange customs and ways of the mysterious Southerners.
Galaxtous, mate to Minerva, and male to the duo who saved Yiskas live turned out to be a retired blacksmith, and former guardian to the Great Tree of Ga'Hoole. He spoke in whispered conversations of the valiant owls who dedicated their lives to the peace and prosperity of the Owl Kingdoms, urging the miserable youth to seek them out. However, Yiska was unconsolable, and during the night, fled the hallow he had spent the previous weeks within. Continuing on his quest, the male grew more confident in his abilities, as the harsh landscape forged his being into a authority of get intuition and survival ethic. He would often come across platoons of the kraals, all baring the same markings of the rouges who attacked his family. His claws remained sharp and blood stained for the majority of his travels.
It was when he ventured into the region of the Kiel Bay that Yiska had his first encounter with the Guardians. The rouges he had been tracking for the past multiple moons had in fact been responsible for many raids upon the families of the Owl Kingdoms, and in turn received the wary attention of the Gahoolian warriors. Coming upon Yiska, who had been insnared in a trap when the kraals discovered he was responsible for their brothers deaths, the Guardians aided him in ending the tribe, and concluding his basis for moving forward. However, one of the senoir guardians were impressed by the young Yiskas strength and skill, urging him to join their ranks amongst the branches of the Great Tree. Though wary at first, Yiska conceded, making the difficult flight across the sea to the Island, where he was quickly tabbed for both the metals and colliering chaw. Apprenticed by the former blacksmith, Yiska excelled in his studies and soon rose to take his mentors rank as Blacksmith of the Great Tree. He also became a sub ryb for the colliering chaw, often taking new wings out on their first forest fire expedition.
In Character:
The calming, steady atmosphere of the tranquil woodland was nearly tangible, blades of moon light lancing through the dense canopy sheltering the tangled underbrush below. Aburptly, a ghostly figure hurtled through the expansive space amidst the influent branches, a deep, startling silver discernible amongst the collage of ivories and alabaster. Athletic, robust movements rippled though the muscular frame as imposing pinion spread with effective ease parallel to a barrel chest. Yiska, licensed his straining nape to pivot in an arching swip, his preceptive gaze sighting the slightest of activities within the gnarled thicket brushes, always Searching for the indication of his prey. Cocking his crown with a even tilt, the Guardian curled his lengthy feathers, the angular tips grazing against the others surface as he pumped his wings, the currents of the breeze nearly nonexistent in the still forest. A dull thumping echoed off the coiling interior of his ear, his capacity of memory identifying the vibration as that of a mouses heartbeat.
Snapping his head towards the trembling bush, Yiska narrows his eyes, the second eyelid sheathing his sensitive cornea, the metallic tint causing the faint light to reflect off his optics, casting eerie raises of luminescence off the surface. Elegantly folding his converts close to his frame, Yiska took to a steep dive, his talons arching out from under his inferior apex, the blackened peeks gleaming, as if in demented amusement for the following precedings. Releasing the locking muscles
from their held position, the male pulled from his fall, tightening his joints as the sensors in his feet perceived the thundering heart beat of the terrified prey.
Oscillating his sturdy shoulders, Yiska brought his form back into aloftment, rotating his beak down to deliver a swift blow to the back of the mouses neck, the carcass falling limp as the spinal cord was efficiently severed. Evening out his motions, the large snowy wheeled around, heading towards the lone tree to which his temporary roost was located. Beating his wings rapidly, Yiska pulled his hind quarters out from behind, spreading out the talons of his unoccupied foot, catching the frozen bark, feeling the yielding form of the mouse pressing into the branch as he settled his weight.
Cranking his flexible collar, Yiska assessed his kill, noting the dense fur of the hide and the plump belly. Crooning in pleasure at the sizable meal, he swiped down, making swift work of the tough hide, his powerful beak tearing off large portions of meat, his head arching back as he swallowed the flesh whole. Ruffling out his feathers as the kill vanished down his esophagus, Yiska peered out across the glass like surface of the sea, the unnerving calm foretelling the beginnings of a storm. “It may be best to make this flight at a later time,” he muttered to himself, only aware of the general direction to which his travels would take him, not the duration. Tensing his anxious muscles, the male rotated his head, commencing the tedious process of cleaning is dense feathers, allowing his thoughts to wonder towards the impression of the owls he met the previous moon high. “Guardians huh?”
*durp, didn't know what to rp XD*
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