Post by nevar on Jan 25, 2013 17:12:02 GMT -6
Name: Nevar
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Moons
Species: Snowy Owl
Kingdom: None, but wishes to someday be a Guardian
Position: Student
Description/Picture: Nevar is a snowy owl, blotched with inky dots and the creamy white of the powder his species is named after. His eyes are like yellow sapphires that glisten in the night, ebony tipped beak sharper than a serpant's tooth, and charcoal colored talons anxious to sink into any prey within reach. He is standard in coloration for his species, nothing really unique about him other than his persona.
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Personality: Nevar is kind, caring, brave, strong, and above all honest; A natural born leader. If he wouldn't keep to himself. He grew up quickly, leaving shortly after learning to fly, and has been alone ever since. He likes to hum, sing, write, and create stories; but cares not to share them with others. Excels at providing strategies for battle, though his desire to be alone makes him socially awkward when giving orders; but once in the swing of things his directions are concise and easy to follow- no matter how complex. A smooth talker this one, if you can get him to talk.
Strengths: Thorough, disciplined, and independent.
Weaknesses: Has trouble communicating with others, excludes feelings from decisions, not very assertive.
History: He grew in the Beyonds, beyond the volcanos, on the snow covered trees and moved. From the time he was a hatchling Nevar grew strong and large, his father teaching him to fly much sooner than his siblings, as he'd grown faster than they; his father amazed at how quickly Nevar mastered the art of almost silent flying. Nevar was taken on hunts, being taught how and what to hunt as well as taught to stay off the ground; it was not safe there for an owl. Wolves lingered along the ground, other predators as well, but these were the most common and most dangerous. Nevar never had any close encounters with them, but had watched an owl get torn to bits by one of the bloodly flea bags. Soon after learning to fly, Nevar found a hallow of his own, there he taught himself to sing and write, humming tunes all the while taking note of everything he'd caught, seen on his flight every night, as well as new melodies of things he would hum when he finished a meal. Rolls of animal hides, goats, rabbits, and whatever other things he killed or found dead, were cluttered about his hallow; all in pristine condition except one. The one he'd written long ago, of the story his father told him about the Guardians; he knew the whole story by heart, but the rereading of it made him quiver at it's words. To be a guardian would be a great honor, and that was what he wanted to be. Nevar set off to hopefully join the Guardians, if they would accept him.
IC: The wind was easy this day, Nevar's muscles churning as his wings flapped, talons tucked into the feathers on his belly; eerie amber optics scanning the land below as he flew overhead. The volcanos bubbled, threatening to erupt once more, much of the timber and foliage coated in ash or completely destroyed from the heat of the magma; feathered appendages swung downward with a violent thrust, skull upturned, thickly fringed body shooting higher into the sky. The feeling of flight, the seemingly weightless affect it has on you, till you're spiraling downward at speeds upward of fifty miles per hour; Nevar found it freeing, he couldn't imagine being without it. Updrafts lifted him, wings spread as he glided, he needed not to strain himself by propelling forward when the wind would carry him ever so graciously to his desired destination; The Great Ga'Hoole Tree.
Codeword: ***Codeword Hidden***
Other: Never been a part of a bird rpg, let alone one that was based on books and a film, so please excuse my newbie-ness
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Moons
Species: Snowy Owl
Kingdom: None, but wishes to someday be a Guardian
Position: Student
Description/Picture: Nevar is a snowy owl, blotched with inky dots and the creamy white of the powder his species is named after. His eyes are like yellow sapphires that glisten in the night, ebony tipped beak sharper than a serpant's tooth, and charcoal colored talons anxious to sink into any prey within reach. He is standard in coloration for his species, nothing really unique about him other than his persona.
i406.photobucket.com/albums/pp148/Racechickjr03/snowy_owl_by_0wlnation-d58ru4o_zpse7212ff2.jpg
Personality: Nevar is kind, caring, brave, strong, and above all honest; A natural born leader. If he wouldn't keep to himself. He grew up quickly, leaving shortly after learning to fly, and has been alone ever since. He likes to hum, sing, write, and create stories; but cares not to share them with others. Excels at providing strategies for battle, though his desire to be alone makes him socially awkward when giving orders; but once in the swing of things his directions are concise and easy to follow- no matter how complex. A smooth talker this one, if you can get him to talk.
Strengths: Thorough, disciplined, and independent.
Weaknesses: Has trouble communicating with others, excludes feelings from decisions, not very assertive.
History: He grew in the Beyonds, beyond the volcanos, on the snow covered trees and moved. From the time he was a hatchling Nevar grew strong and large, his father teaching him to fly much sooner than his siblings, as he'd grown faster than they; his father amazed at how quickly Nevar mastered the art of almost silent flying. Nevar was taken on hunts, being taught how and what to hunt as well as taught to stay off the ground; it was not safe there for an owl. Wolves lingered along the ground, other predators as well, but these were the most common and most dangerous. Nevar never had any close encounters with them, but had watched an owl get torn to bits by one of the bloodly flea bags. Soon after learning to fly, Nevar found a hallow of his own, there he taught himself to sing and write, humming tunes all the while taking note of everything he'd caught, seen on his flight every night, as well as new melodies of things he would hum when he finished a meal. Rolls of animal hides, goats, rabbits, and whatever other things he killed or found dead, were cluttered about his hallow; all in pristine condition except one. The one he'd written long ago, of the story his father told him about the Guardians; he knew the whole story by heart, but the rereading of it made him quiver at it's words. To be a guardian would be a great honor, and that was what he wanted to be. Nevar set off to hopefully join the Guardians, if they would accept him.
IC: The wind was easy this day, Nevar's muscles churning as his wings flapped, talons tucked into the feathers on his belly; eerie amber optics scanning the land below as he flew overhead. The volcanos bubbled, threatening to erupt once more, much of the timber and foliage coated in ash or completely destroyed from the heat of the magma; feathered appendages swung downward with a violent thrust, skull upturned, thickly fringed body shooting higher into the sky. The feeling of flight, the seemingly weightless affect it has on you, till you're spiraling downward at speeds upward of fifty miles per hour; Nevar found it freeing, he couldn't imagine being without it. Updrafts lifted him, wings spread as he glided, he needed not to strain himself by propelling forward when the wind would carry him ever so graciously to his desired destination; The Great Ga'Hoole Tree.
Codeword: ***Codeword Hidden***
Other: Never been a part of a bird rpg, let alone one that was based on books and a film, so please excuse my newbie-ness
