Post by rustpatch on Jan 19, 2013 15:21:10 GMT -6
Name: Rustpatch
Gender: Male
Age: 108 moons
Species: Great Horned Owl
Kingdom: None.
Position: None, though often smiths at his own workbench.
Description/Picture:
Personality: Grumpy, sarcastic and arrogant at times, he's really the typical old owl. He is often found reading. He is an exceptionally good blacksmith. He is, however, a very bad listener, and generally his social skills aren't the best. He lives in his own small little hollow.
Strengths: Wise, stealthy, small
Weaknesses: Frail, tends to do his own thing, arrogant
History: When he was born, he was named Rustpatch. He was born along with three other hatchlings in a large, spacious hollow.
Many moons later, he was dubbed "Eaglestrike" by local owls. He was titled this because he once defeated a large eagle. He soon went by Rustpatch again and continued life as usual.
He was often fascinated by legends and lore. He would read mountains and mountains of stories of great Tytos owls in shining armour and battle claws, defeating each other in claw-to-claw combat. To this day, he still spends a majority of his time reading these stories.
IC: Rustpatch nestled himself near the entrance of the hollow. He stared above at the twilight clouds. Breaking and rejoining, curtaining the evening stars above. The wise old owl could easily spot each constellation up there, for he had studied them for many years. He looked down towards the ground. The path below was dotted with foliage, a perfect place for mice hunting. "I'll go down there later, when it's darker," he muttered, before slowly turning and settling down to his reading once again.
Codeword: ***Hidden***
Other: None.
Gender: Male
Age: 108 moons
Species: Great Horned Owl
Kingdom: None.
Position: None, though often smiths at his own workbench.
Description/Picture:
- Greyed feathers
- Some feather loss
- Crumpled/Bad posture
- Tired, drooped eyes
Personality: Grumpy, sarcastic and arrogant at times, he's really the typical old owl. He is often found reading. He is an exceptionally good blacksmith. He is, however, a very bad listener, and generally his social skills aren't the best. He lives in his own small little hollow.
Strengths: Wise, stealthy, small
Weaknesses: Frail, tends to do his own thing, arrogant
History: When he was born, he was named Rustpatch. He was born along with three other hatchlings in a large, spacious hollow.
Many moons later, he was dubbed "Eaglestrike" by local owls. He was titled this because he once defeated a large eagle. He soon went by Rustpatch again and continued life as usual.
He was often fascinated by legends and lore. He would read mountains and mountains of stories of great Tytos owls in shining armour and battle claws, defeating each other in claw-to-claw combat. To this day, he still spends a majority of his time reading these stories.
IC: Rustpatch nestled himself near the entrance of the hollow. He stared above at the twilight clouds. Breaking and rejoining, curtaining the evening stars above. The wise old owl could easily spot each constellation up there, for he had studied them for many years. He looked down towards the ground. The path below was dotted with foliage, a perfect place for mice hunting. "I'll go down there later, when it's darker," he muttered, before slowly turning and settling down to his reading once again.
Codeword: ***Hidden***
Other: None.
Yes, I did. I feared it would be too unrealistic, but I guess not. Fixed it, by the way. Got the codeword in there too.