Post by blakelybrainard on Feb 1, 2012 9:23:13 GMT -8
[glow=Navy,2,300] Skyaveng Paradwen[/glow]
Nickname(s): Ave, Para (what will you come up with?)
Age: 27 (adolescent)
D.O.B: Blue Moon, 25th
Sexuality: Straight (Hardly matters what your species, so long as they are female.)
Practice: Strategist… by habit
Breed Type: Avian-Hawk
Abilities: Eyes of the Hawk: Gives much better eyesight for distances, detail, and color. Allows the user to catch the minute things they would have missed.
Loyalty: Yet to be Known
Status/Occupation: Wanderer/Bounty-Hunter
Height: 6’5”
Appearance: Between average and medium build (lean yet muscular/fit). (Human-form)Feathery brown hair, deep-set-amber-green-eyes, slim but firm jaw, his neck is an inch or so longer than average, arms are slightly longer than average, slim wrists and light-brown skin. Wears simple shirts that shade from white to black, but is currently wearing a brown-farmer shirt and dark brown-pants, with leather guards around the thighs of his legs, shin-guards and iron knee guard on the outside of the pants. The pants length goes to the ankles and is tied tightly around it with white-cloth, to prevent flapping and hitching on low bushes. Skyaveng also wears light-lanced-shoes of deep brown.
Shifter form – height 5’8”, light brown chest feathers, medium brown for the font & legs, Shades of Dark with medium brown crest and Dark-brown on the wings as well as the back. The typical strong beak, bright yellow legs with a touch-of-brown on the scales, Black talons and eyes almost the same as human-form, but with a sharper-keener-edge.
Personality: On most days he is easy going, and plays or deflects tricks aimed at him. Yet he has a strong moral code against stealing for greed/pleasure. He shows respect when it is due, which is more often than you think. The diets of any were beast typically matches the animal of its true form, but Skyaveng has been tempted serial times to try cow related meats(maybe it has something to do with the fact a bird of his breed has not successfully hunted and eaten a live/freshly-killed cow before). For now he is sticking with sheep, rabbits and the occasional squirrel in public.
|D One of his peeves is weak-yet-boastful-louts…was there ever a time when Skyaveng would put down someone weaker than himself, ‘that’ would be the kind of person he would “Put in their PLACE!” One of his favorite games is strategy-based as well as the combat-based.
He is fiercely loyal to those that earn ‘both’ his thrust, respect and friendship.
History: He was born…or, huh, hatched at dawn. Skyaveng was raised well up to the age of 5, when pranks and tricks of his began to get more elaborate. His parents where always on step ahead whenever he tried to pull one over on them, but could not always trace the prank back to him when he played tricks on others. One day as he went out with his mother and a few others, to pick or harvest food for them/to sell. Skyaveng wandered off after a dragonfly, and before he realized it he was half way into the east wood. Slowly beginning to worry about the oncoming dark, he began to trace his way back when he noticed something moving in a small pile of leaves. His curiosity got the better of him, and he moved in closer. As the creature rolled over, Skyaveng couldn’t help but gasp ‘whoooa!’ This creature little did he know, was a changeling with the ‘betrayal’ still refresh in its mind. It looked right at him, after its eyes shot open, and the first thing out of the changeling’s mouth was; “what are you?” ‘Huh?’ “What race are you?” ‘A shifter.’ he replied quite puzzled. Everything seemed to happen at once, the changeling stroke out at him hissing all the quick insults as it hissed “Traitors cowards! Crown Lap-dogs! Weak willed --!” Panic gripped him as he kicked the changeling off, a feat most child his size and age would find rather difficult. Everything seemed to try and hinder him, he tripped five times or a rock or a root, he had to clear three big stones in his path shift to fly over a row of bushes then shift back to avoid breaking a wing on and incoming branch he didn’t see coming but though it all he kept fleeing not daring to see whether or not the changeling was still following him. Skyaveng does not remember much of what happened after he ran back to his mother, sad and confused as he was, but he knew from then, the forest wasn’t all smiles and sunshine he thought it to be.
Skyaveng’s family was not exactly wealthy, but not exactly dirt-poor either. With the other nearby Shifters sharing food with them and they in turn, he wasn’t exactly starving but he got into his head that he wanted to see what the upper-class were eating. And the ruckus and bundles of trouble that followed the weeks afterwards nearly had his aunt pulling feathers and his mother exhausted. Skyaveng was now of the age of twelve and his birthday was only a month away. So he and what most would call bad influences, otherwise known as his runabouts friends of five, decided he should do one last great prank before his a adulthood ceremony. And the place to do it was none other than the focal point of the city!
A friend in a High Place! ~ Crash!! Skyaveng skidded as he tried to capper around a corner, to throw off his pursuers. Two about of the four guards failed to check their speed at the sharp turn and tripped over themselves and into the opposing wall. What had he left out? What had gone wrong? They weren’t to catch on until he was ¼ of the way out! After a few more turns, zigzags and ducking he bought himself sometime to shift. This wasn’t easy, considering that he was wearing a mask and a shirt! The shirt was expendable, so he torched it, but he may need the mask and he was reluctant to burn his pants so he tried to fly off and out. It was hard to make a speedy get away when there was no wind support, then were it not bad enough he thought someone was shouting at him, for some fast moving objects whizzed past him. In a slight panic he began to raise high into the air, now comes the wind in the wrong direction! It bustled and tumbled him, near tangling his clothes. When he regained his senses he saw he was in a room. Though it wasn’t just any room, it was nine-year-old Blakely’s room! And there they stared each in disbelief and shock, until there were the sounds of feet pounding up the stairs. Blakely looked behind him, then back at the shifter then back again. Skyaveng was beginning to wonder what the penalty for pranking nobility right under the king’s nose. For he doubted he could fly off quickly enough with his talons tangled in his mask and clutching his pants. Suddenly Blakely shot forward and with surprising quickness and care he grabbed the shifter and put him in a box! Skyaveng was starting to protest but the prince shushed him quickly as they came into his room Blakely protested of course but let them open the box he had hidden the hawk, only to find a wooden mannequin and an old stuffed toy. To this day Skyaveng doesn’t know how Blakely did this switch in so short a time. But Long story short during the few hours they spent afterwards, they became friends and Blakely helped Skyaveng get back out with little or no problem at all. During and after the ceremony for coming of age, Skyaveng made up his mind to be one of the first to pledge his loyalty to Blakely when it was the prince’s time to inherit the throne.
‘The speech’- Skyaveng was stunned, what was his friend staying? How could this be? He wanted to shout something… anything… like, ‘What of your dream to have us live alongside one another as equals?’ ‘What happened to that new order you did few days back?’ But all he did was stand there until Blakely had finished his speech. Then the Alpha was brought on stage that was when he saw a glimpse of it, the evil behind this outburst. Blakely was being possessed! And what was worst, his mage seemed to know something about it and thus far had done nothing to save the king. Was the evil that scary or was there some sort of conspiracy a foot? Well he was going to do something about it, but he was going to need some help from an old shaman and potions master.
Despite all the chaos and confusion in Skyaveng was flying around further west than usual with his child hood friend, he can’t recall how or what shifter she was but he remembers her being there for she insisted they take precautions pack supplies and get a sail boat. For the Hawk-Shift had spotted a ship some miles off from the swamplands and crystal caves and he believe Blakely maybe there. An unmarked port, who would think to look there, Skyaveng could’ve cursed because by the time they got the spot he saw the Dark-colored ship had over a mile of a head start, but the winds were in there favor they keep the ship within site despite the fact they weren’t close enough for the ship to notice them either. It was just well he listened to her, for while they were debating whether or not to close the last mile from the ship a storm hit the winds too unpredictable for him to fly over only the ship seemed to plow through. The next night Skyaveng couldn’t take it they were losing sight of them in this storm, he shifted and out of habit he grabbed his shorts and flew out there despite protests. Flew long and hard against these winds but he saw Blakely’s ship and began to call out when suddenly a part of the ship’s sail rigging broke off in the wind and flew at him! He shifted back thinking to avoid a broken wing and the side of the wood struck him in the stomach and as he fell the area seemed to light with a strange glow and lighting flash everywhere. As he came up with the wooden pole he thought he heard someone calling for the ship he tried to call back but got a mouthful of seawater. With his strength fading Skyaveng used the rope of the rigging to tie him to it, the last things he saw was their sail-boat in the distance behind him and the ship in front, before another wave washed over him.
Role-play sample:[shadow=red,left,300] A Shape shifter and a former citizen of Illinor, who traveled all this way to find the lost King of the human region but got caught in a terrifying storm and washed ashore Only to find himself flying fast as he could away from the island after only a moon. This was so because the island’s volcano had a most violent eruption, driving many of the islands. Now he barely has any recognition of why he is here much less what to expect form “these” shifters whom have chosen a much different way of ADAPTATION.
-Yep, that about sums it up for me-, thought Skyaveng as he preaches on the branch of an old (and possibly dead) tree. –Ok, you can do this. First time was you being careless and going on about your own sense of justice. I mean, how hard it can be to find a wanted person…in the BOIL! - He looks to one side and sees mostly beggars and con-artists, the other…a mixed of everything except rich and Nobility. *sigh*- This is going to be a long Daaayyy-
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Nickname(s): Ave, Para (what will you come up with?)
Age: 27 (adolescent)
D.O.B: Blue Moon, 25th
Sexuality: Straight (Hardly matters what your species, so long as they are female.)
Practice: Strategist… by habit
Breed Type: Avian-Hawk
Abilities: Eyes of the Hawk: Gives much better eyesight for distances, detail, and color. Allows the user to catch the minute things they would have missed.
Loyalty: Yet to be Known
Status/Occupation: Wanderer/Bounty-Hunter
Height: 6’5”
Appearance: Between average and medium build (lean yet muscular/fit). (Human-form)Feathery brown hair, deep-set-amber-green-eyes, slim but firm jaw, his neck is an inch or so longer than average, arms are slightly longer than average, slim wrists and light-brown skin. Wears simple shirts that shade from white to black, but is currently wearing a brown-farmer shirt and dark brown-pants, with leather guards around the thighs of his legs, shin-guards and iron knee guard on the outside of the pants. The pants length goes to the ankles and is tied tightly around it with white-cloth, to prevent flapping and hitching on low bushes. Skyaveng also wears light-lanced-shoes of deep brown.
Shifter form – height 5’8”, light brown chest feathers, medium brown for the font & legs, Shades of Dark with medium brown crest and Dark-brown on the wings as well as the back. The typical strong beak, bright yellow legs with a touch-of-brown on the scales, Black talons and eyes almost the same as human-form, but with a sharper-keener-edge.
Personality: On most days he is easy going, and plays or deflects tricks aimed at him. Yet he has a strong moral code against stealing for greed/pleasure. He shows respect when it is due, which is more often than you think. The diets of any were beast typically matches the animal of its true form, but Skyaveng has been tempted serial times to try cow related meats(maybe it has something to do with the fact a bird of his breed has not successfully hunted and eaten a live/freshly-killed cow before). For now he is sticking with sheep, rabbits and the occasional squirrel in public.
|D One of his peeves is weak-yet-boastful-louts…was there ever a time when Skyaveng would put down someone weaker than himself, ‘that’ would be the kind of person he would “Put in their PLACE!” One of his favorite games is strategy-based as well as the combat-based.
He is fiercely loyal to those that earn ‘both’ his thrust, respect and friendship.
History: He was born…or, huh, hatched at dawn. Skyaveng was raised well up to the age of 5, when pranks and tricks of his began to get more elaborate. His parents where always on step ahead whenever he tried to pull one over on them, but could not always trace the prank back to him when he played tricks on others. One day as he went out with his mother and a few others, to pick or harvest food for them/to sell. Skyaveng wandered off after a dragonfly, and before he realized it he was half way into the east wood. Slowly beginning to worry about the oncoming dark, he began to trace his way back when he noticed something moving in a small pile of leaves. His curiosity got the better of him, and he moved in closer. As the creature rolled over, Skyaveng couldn’t help but gasp ‘whoooa!’ This creature little did he know, was a changeling with the ‘betrayal’ still refresh in its mind. It looked right at him, after its eyes shot open, and the first thing out of the changeling’s mouth was; “what are you?” ‘Huh?’ “What race are you?” ‘A shifter.’ he replied quite puzzled. Everything seemed to happen at once, the changeling stroke out at him hissing all the quick insults as it hissed “Traitors cowards! Crown Lap-dogs! Weak willed --!” Panic gripped him as he kicked the changeling off, a feat most child his size and age would find rather difficult. Everything seemed to try and hinder him, he tripped five times or a rock or a root, he had to clear three big stones in his path shift to fly over a row of bushes then shift back to avoid breaking a wing on and incoming branch he didn’t see coming but though it all he kept fleeing not daring to see whether or not the changeling was still following him. Skyaveng does not remember much of what happened after he ran back to his mother, sad and confused as he was, but he knew from then, the forest wasn’t all smiles and sunshine he thought it to be.
Skyaveng’s family was not exactly wealthy, but not exactly dirt-poor either. With the other nearby Shifters sharing food with them and they in turn, he wasn’t exactly starving but he got into his head that he wanted to see what the upper-class were eating. And the ruckus and bundles of trouble that followed the weeks afterwards nearly had his aunt pulling feathers and his mother exhausted. Skyaveng was now of the age of twelve and his birthday was only a month away. So he and what most would call bad influences, otherwise known as his runabouts friends of five, decided he should do one last great prank before his a adulthood ceremony. And the place to do it was none other than the focal point of the city!
A friend in a High Place! ~ Crash!! Skyaveng skidded as he tried to capper around a corner, to throw off his pursuers. Two about of the four guards failed to check their speed at the sharp turn and tripped over themselves and into the opposing wall. What had he left out? What had gone wrong? They weren’t to catch on until he was ¼ of the way out! After a few more turns, zigzags and ducking he bought himself sometime to shift. This wasn’t easy, considering that he was wearing a mask and a shirt! The shirt was expendable, so he torched it, but he may need the mask and he was reluctant to burn his pants so he tried to fly off and out. It was hard to make a speedy get away when there was no wind support, then were it not bad enough he thought someone was shouting at him, for some fast moving objects whizzed past him. In a slight panic he began to raise high into the air, now comes the wind in the wrong direction! It bustled and tumbled him, near tangling his clothes. When he regained his senses he saw he was in a room. Though it wasn’t just any room, it was nine-year-old Blakely’s room! And there they stared each in disbelief and shock, until there were the sounds of feet pounding up the stairs. Blakely looked behind him, then back at the shifter then back again. Skyaveng was beginning to wonder what the penalty for pranking nobility right under the king’s nose. For he doubted he could fly off quickly enough with his talons tangled in his mask and clutching his pants. Suddenly Blakely shot forward and with surprising quickness and care he grabbed the shifter and put him in a box! Skyaveng was starting to protest but the prince shushed him quickly as they came into his room Blakely protested of course but let them open the box he had hidden the hawk, only to find a wooden mannequin and an old stuffed toy. To this day Skyaveng doesn’t know how Blakely did this switch in so short a time. But Long story short during the few hours they spent afterwards, they became friends and Blakely helped Skyaveng get back out with little or no problem at all. During and after the ceremony for coming of age, Skyaveng made up his mind to be one of the first to pledge his loyalty to Blakely when it was the prince’s time to inherit the throne.
‘The speech’- Skyaveng was stunned, what was his friend staying? How could this be? He wanted to shout something… anything… like, ‘What of your dream to have us live alongside one another as equals?’ ‘What happened to that new order you did few days back?’ But all he did was stand there until Blakely had finished his speech. Then the Alpha was brought on stage that was when he saw a glimpse of it, the evil behind this outburst. Blakely was being possessed! And what was worst, his mage seemed to know something about it and thus far had done nothing to save the king. Was the evil that scary or was there some sort of conspiracy a foot? Well he was going to do something about it, but he was going to need some help from an old shaman and potions master.
Despite all the chaos and confusion in Skyaveng was flying around further west than usual with his child hood friend, he can’t recall how or what shifter she was but he remembers her being there for she insisted they take precautions pack supplies and get a sail boat. For the Hawk-Shift had spotted a ship some miles off from the swamplands and crystal caves and he believe Blakely maybe there. An unmarked port, who would think to look there, Skyaveng could’ve cursed because by the time they got the spot he saw the Dark-colored ship had over a mile of a head start, but the winds were in there favor they keep the ship within site despite the fact they weren’t close enough for the ship to notice them either. It was just well he listened to her, for while they were debating whether or not to close the last mile from the ship a storm hit the winds too unpredictable for him to fly over only the ship seemed to plow through. The next night Skyaveng couldn’t take it they were losing sight of them in this storm, he shifted and out of habit he grabbed his shorts and flew out there despite protests. Flew long and hard against these winds but he saw Blakely’s ship and began to call out when suddenly a part of the ship’s sail rigging broke off in the wind and flew at him! He shifted back thinking to avoid a broken wing and the side of the wood struck him in the stomach and as he fell the area seemed to light with a strange glow and lighting flash everywhere. As he came up with the wooden pole he thought he heard someone calling for the ship he tried to call back but got a mouthful of seawater. With his strength fading Skyaveng used the rope of the rigging to tie him to it, the last things he saw was their sail-boat in the distance behind him and the ship in front, before another wave washed over him.
Role-play sample:[shadow=red,left,300] A Shape shifter and a former citizen of Illinor, who traveled all this way to find the lost King of the human region but got caught in a terrifying storm and washed ashore Only to find himself flying fast as he could away from the island after only a moon. This was so because the island’s volcano had a most violent eruption, driving many of the islands. Now he barely has any recognition of why he is here much less what to expect form “these” shifters whom have chosen a much different way of ADAPTATION.
-Yep, that about sums it up for me-, thought Skyaveng as he preaches on the branch of an old (and possibly dead) tree. –Ok, you can do this. First time was you being careless and going on about your own sense of justice. I mean, how hard it can be to find a wanted person…in the BOIL! - He looks to one side and sees mostly beggars and con-artists, the other…a mixed of everything except rich and Nobility. *sigh*- This is going to be a long Daaayyy-
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