Post by tuesday on Jul 9, 2012 10:33:11 GMT -6
Name: Lemony
Gender: female
Age: 39 moons
Species: Short-Eared Owl
Kingdom: Ga'Hoole (formally of Ambala)
Position: Guardian (Weather Interpretation Chaw)
Description/Picture:
[picture]
Personality:
CHEERFUL
MISCHIEVOUS
STEADFAST
LOYAL
Strengths:
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Weaknesses:
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History:
EARLY OWLETHOOD
ARRIVING AT THE GREAT TREE
BECOMING A GUARDIAN
IC:
Codeword: micefrap
Other: It's been a couple of years since I've roleplayed last, so I may be a little rusty. Okay, I don't really have any owl roleplaying examples, but I do have this bit of writing that I had from a Harry Potter/Marauder's Era roleplay that I was a member of sometime ago. Even though it's old, I still like it. I apologize for it being much longer than the rest of the bio, but I was too lazy to write anything new. If I do need to write something as Nate, please let Me know. =D
Gender: female
Age: 39 moons
Species: Short-Eared Owl
Kingdom: Ga'Hoole (formally of Ambala)
Position: Guardian (Weather Interpretation Chaw)
Description/Picture:
[picture]
Personality:
CHEERFUL
MISCHIEVOUS
STEADFAST
LOYAL
Strengths:
--
--
--
--
--
--
--
--
--
--
Weaknesses:
--
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History:
EARLY OWLETHOOD
ARRIVING AT THE GREAT TREE
BECOMING A GUARDIAN
IC:
It was yet another lifeless morning. Gideon had spent it wandering around his department, looking for something to do. His usually busy job of delivering inter department mail among the more senior individuals had been almost entirely done away with. The higher ups had said something about the time warp and that would counteract with the mail system and therefore it was to be postponed until further notice. Or something complete moronic. It’s not like he could complain. He still gets paid the meager salary they give him AND he doesn’t have to do anything except loaf around and staple things.
One would suppose that it was a win/win situation.
If it wasn’t for the fact that he was so BOOOORED. And they call this training? He hasn’t been taught anything about animal care and control with the exception that senior department members are a little touchy about having their mail in on time. Even now, he isn’t allowed to do that. Gideon never thought he’d miss such a mindless task. Or at least he didn’t think so until he was given an even more mindless task that would bite him in he wasn’t paying attention to where he was positioning the staple. A few days into the stapling, Gideon had thought himself clever to get back at the higher ups by stapling the papers in a ridiculously non-user friendly way. This was achieved mostly putting the staple farther down the margin of the paper than recommended. It didn’t take long for someone to complain about it and have someone else come down on the interns by threatening to take away their jobs. Just another reason for Gideon to be upset at the Man.
Ah, but that’s not the point of our little soliloquy. For you see, it’s almost lunch break, Gideon’s second favorite time of the day. The first being the time in which he was permitted to go home. He was especially excited for his lunch today as he had a left-over turkey sandwich from Sunday’s dinner at Molly’s. Along with some cold gravy, a bag of crisps, and one of those muggle sodas from that muggle grocery store from down the street. And to make things even more especial, because it was Thursday, Gideon was granted an extra twenty minutes to his usual thirty minute lunch breach. This was only because Thursday was the day the senior and junior members of the department were having their weekly seminar meetings. Whatever the hell that was. Gideon couldn’t care less. It didn’t concern him and he had a longer lunch break. Huzzah.
Gideon counted down the seconds on his watch. It wasn’t like when he was a student and he anticipated a bell to ring. It was a quiet type of wait in which Gideon’s exciting internal counting only affected him. There wasn’t anything to mark the beginning of lunch break. There was Gideon’s intense and watchful eye on his watch for at least two or three minutes.
Thirty seconds to go…
Fifteen…
Ten…
Time!
A swell of relief inched its way up Gideon’s spine as he reached for his lunch bag underneath his cloak. A little pang of regret stabbed into his ecstasy as he realized that his favorite lunch tin was still missing in action. He owned a rather smart looking retro lunch tin that featured the Doctor fighting off several Daleks above the caption ‘DOCTOR WHO’ in large, and exciting letters. He had found it at a muggle junk shop. He didn’t usually shop in muggle stores, but he was bored at the time of the find. Gideon, of course, was rather proud of himself for finding such an amazing lunch tin, even if it did have a mysterious brown stain on the inside. And that the paint on the box was only slightly chipped. He was certain he left it at Molly’s house, and he later went to retrieve it; Molly had no inclination that he had even owned a Doctor Who lunch tin in the first place. Crestfallen, Gideon had resorted to using a paper lunch bag.
Despite his lost lunch tin, Gideon was still eager to get to his lunch. He practically raced down the aisle between the long rows of cubicles to get to the lift first. Well… As firstly as he could get. He snuck in just in time to catch the lift going upwards. Unfortunately, he had to share it with a scruffy middle-aged man who smelled strongly of burnt toast, an elderly woman who looked the type to pinch cheeks and another scrawny intern like himself that managed to squeeze in. He nodded in acknowledgment to his fellow intern as he extracted his elbow from the now repairing hole he made in the surprisingly paper thin walls of the lift. The burnt toast man merely snorted, causing a cloud of putrid yellow smoke to emanate from his nose. The little old lady waved sausage-like fingers and flashed him and his fellow intern a sugary little smile. Gideon returned the smile, if only a little reluctantly and fixed his gaze on the lift doors. The other intern hummed a few bars of a jaunty tune, perhaps a little too much in earnest as he was quickly stared down by the burnt toast man.
Gideon saw this stare down out of the corner of his eye, in case you were wondering.
Just a few moments of awkward silence later, and the lift doors finally opened to the Atrium. Gideon figuratively leaped, for actual leaping would have been dangerous, out of the lift and made a beeline to the usual spot to have his lunch. Oh! Frabjous day, calloo, callay! And Gideon did indeed chortled in his joy.
One would suppose that it was a win/win situation.
If it wasn’t for the fact that he was so BOOOORED. And they call this training? He hasn’t been taught anything about animal care and control with the exception that senior department members are a little touchy about having their mail in on time. Even now, he isn’t allowed to do that. Gideon never thought he’d miss such a mindless task. Or at least he didn’t think so until he was given an even more mindless task that would bite him in he wasn’t paying attention to where he was positioning the staple. A few days into the stapling, Gideon had thought himself clever to get back at the higher ups by stapling the papers in a ridiculously non-user friendly way. This was achieved mostly putting the staple farther down the margin of the paper than recommended. It didn’t take long for someone to complain about it and have someone else come down on the interns by threatening to take away their jobs. Just another reason for Gideon to be upset at the Man.
Ah, but that’s not the point of our little soliloquy. For you see, it’s almost lunch break, Gideon’s second favorite time of the day. The first being the time in which he was permitted to go home. He was especially excited for his lunch today as he had a left-over turkey sandwich from Sunday’s dinner at Molly’s. Along with some cold gravy, a bag of crisps, and one of those muggle sodas from that muggle grocery store from down the street. And to make things even more especial, because it was Thursday, Gideon was granted an extra twenty minutes to his usual thirty minute lunch breach. This was only because Thursday was the day the senior and junior members of the department were having their weekly seminar meetings. Whatever the hell that was. Gideon couldn’t care less. It didn’t concern him and he had a longer lunch break. Huzzah.
Gideon counted down the seconds on his watch. It wasn’t like when he was a student and he anticipated a bell to ring. It was a quiet type of wait in which Gideon’s exciting internal counting only affected him. There wasn’t anything to mark the beginning of lunch break. There was Gideon’s intense and watchful eye on his watch for at least two or three minutes.
Thirty seconds to go…
Fifteen…
Ten…
Time!
A swell of relief inched its way up Gideon’s spine as he reached for his lunch bag underneath his cloak. A little pang of regret stabbed into his ecstasy as he realized that his favorite lunch tin was still missing in action. He owned a rather smart looking retro lunch tin that featured the Doctor fighting off several Daleks above the caption ‘DOCTOR WHO’ in large, and exciting letters. He had found it at a muggle junk shop. He didn’t usually shop in muggle stores, but he was bored at the time of the find. Gideon, of course, was rather proud of himself for finding such an amazing lunch tin, even if it did have a mysterious brown stain on the inside. And that the paint on the box was only slightly chipped. He was certain he left it at Molly’s house, and he later went to retrieve it; Molly had no inclination that he had even owned a Doctor Who lunch tin in the first place. Crestfallen, Gideon had resorted to using a paper lunch bag.
Despite his lost lunch tin, Gideon was still eager to get to his lunch. He practically raced down the aisle between the long rows of cubicles to get to the lift first. Well… As firstly as he could get. He snuck in just in time to catch the lift going upwards. Unfortunately, he had to share it with a scruffy middle-aged man who smelled strongly of burnt toast, an elderly woman who looked the type to pinch cheeks and another scrawny intern like himself that managed to squeeze in. He nodded in acknowledgment to his fellow intern as he extracted his elbow from the now repairing hole he made in the surprisingly paper thin walls of the lift. The burnt toast man merely snorted, causing a cloud of putrid yellow smoke to emanate from his nose. The little old lady waved sausage-like fingers and flashed him and his fellow intern a sugary little smile. Gideon returned the smile, if only a little reluctantly and fixed his gaze on the lift doors. The other intern hummed a few bars of a jaunty tune, perhaps a little too much in earnest as he was quickly stared down by the burnt toast man.
Gideon saw this stare down out of the corner of his eye, in case you were wondering.
Just a few moments of awkward silence later, and the lift doors finally opened to the Atrium. Gideon figuratively leaped, for actual leaping would have been dangerous, out of the lift and made a beeline to the usual spot to have his lunch. Oh! Frabjous day, calloo, callay! And Gideon did indeed chortled in his joy.
Codeword: micefrap
Other: It's been a couple of years since I've roleplayed last, so I may be a little rusty. Okay, I don't really have any owl roleplaying examples, but I do have this bit of writing that I had from a Harry Potter/Marauder's Era roleplay that I was a member of sometime ago. Even though it's old, I still like it. I apologize for it being much longer than the rest of the bio, but I was too lazy to write anything new. If I do need to write something as Nate, please let Me know. =D