Custos {Adoptable}

[vae]

grab the bull by the horns;
the old addage goes
nobody tells you were to go
f r o m / t h e r e

Name: Custos (koo-stohs)
Gender: Male
Age: 10 years old (Human equivalent ~40 years old)
Species: Eagle Owl
Kingdom: St. Aegolius
Position: Supervisor
Description/Picture:

Custos is a very large... intimidating owl. His bulk is enough to make you wilf at the mere sight of him, let alone when he's angry. His powerful wings are muscular, trained from years of fighting and flying. His long, gray talons are sharp, but dulled enough so that you know he's been using them. The eyes, those sharp, cold eyes are a dull gray, reminiscent of stone. They show no emotion, not even when he's ripping your throat out.

His plumage is nothing unheard of in Eagle Owls, varying from light tans to light grays. The underside of his wings and his belly are a light tan with darker feathers lying underneath so that when the breeze disturbs the top layer, you can see darker feathers beneath them. His back is coated with a dappled mixture of brown and tan, nothing special. The feathers on his face grow pale enough to be considered gray, and they nearly match his void-like eyes.

Personality:
Custos isn't the nicest owl you'll ever meet, but he's not a total jerk. It's not like his heart is completely consumed by blood-spewing black goopyness of evil and despair; he's just a jerk. He's rude and snappy, with little patience to speak of and a militant-like respect for authority. Likewise, he expects those below him to follow orders exactly and immediately.

Needless to say, he isn't very emotional. He wasn't raised to be, and nobody has ever taught him to be. He feels no loyalty towards anybody, but merely sticks with the Academy because that's where he was raised. He would leave in a heartbeat if he had any reason to, but he doesn't so far. He feels no remorse for the kidnapp of owlets.
Strengths: Cold, nearly emotionless, disciplined, efficient, and strong.
Weaknesses: Impatient, disloyal, belligerent.

History:
Not much to be said for his history. He was snatched as an egg, never having known his family. He was born in the Academy, and it's the only life he has ever known. He clawed his way up the ranks to get to be a Supervisor, doing things for the Ablah General and Lieutenant that anyone but he wouldn't be proud of. He's not proud of how he's lived his life, but he's not ashamed either. It's his life, he's lived it for himself.
IC: Already did this.
Codeword: Absolute
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