Post by Tyto on Oct 26, 2008 8:19:33 GMT -6
Name:Tyto
Age:1 year (she's just fledged)
Gender:Female
Clan:Maninjara
Herd: N/A
Mate: No
Friends: None yet
Family: N/A
Species:Tyto alba (Barn Owl)
Physical Description: Tyto has a beautiful white face, as if the moon has dropped from the sky and onto her face. Her wings are buff colored, with a bunch of black specks of all sizes sprayed onto her feathers. Her eyes, are a cold coal black, which only reflect the light of the stars. He claws are exceedingly sharp and as shiny as newly polished silver. When she flies, no one except another owl could hear her silent wings sublime beat against the free skies.
Personality: She is quiet, and will often sing hymns or songs about the Guardians and of the great journey to Amanija. She can be kind and considerate when approached with caution and a kindheart, but if you approach with malevolant intent the last thing you will see will be the glint of silver talons closing around you and then shocking pain followed by a wash of darkness that equals in your ultimute death. She will fly were she pleases and most likely consort with other owls and birds on the wing, but you'll never catch her chatting with a mouse she's about to devour. She's a bit of a snob and believes she is of upper class, and is consider somewhat of an intellectual person. She is quick to insult and can easily throw back one when offended.
History: Born in a tall Redwood tree, her siblings died from the bitter cold of a winter storm, as Barn Owls cannot insulate fat that well. She grew up as a normal chick and fledged normally. But one night a horrible summer freak thunderstorm set her tree on fire, and her parents burned to a crisp as they both were struck by lightning. She left the tree, her heart filled with sorrow as this event happened not to long ago. She has just turned her first year, and has found a cozy hollow deep in an ancient oak. She has yet to find a mate as she feels she is not ready yet.
Role Play Sample: The air was crisp, the stars were bright, a slight breeze ruffled the leaves high in the canopy of the the trees. A Barn Owl was perched on a barred branch, her eyes fixed on the field before her. He ears picked up the slightest noise. The eve was perfect, large herd animals wandered the plains. Looking for a place to rest, obviously. Suddenly, as noise. The quiet scratches of a mouse's claws. She thingyed her head to the noise. There! Right near the bramble bush. Her rapor vision zoomed in. Yes, a field mouse. Nice and plump. The owl spread her wings sublime and fell forwar, a cushion of air caught her and her silent wing beats brought her closer and closer to her prey. Until, she held her wings bake as a break, spread her talons wide and flung them unto her hapless prey. A small sqeaul escaped the mouses' lips, not of pain but shock. Her prey instantly dead, she turned and flew back to her roost. To enjoy her meal in peace. Life in Amanija was good.
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Age:1 year (she's just fledged)
Gender:Female
Clan:Maninjara
Herd: N/A
Mate: No
Friends: None yet
Family: N/A
Species:Tyto alba (Barn Owl)
Physical Description: Tyto has a beautiful white face, as if the moon has dropped from the sky and onto her face. Her wings are buff colored, with a bunch of black specks of all sizes sprayed onto her feathers. Her eyes, are a cold coal black, which only reflect the light of the stars. He claws are exceedingly sharp and as shiny as newly polished silver. When she flies, no one except another owl could hear her silent wings sublime beat against the free skies.
Personality: She is quiet, and will often sing hymns or songs about the Guardians and of the great journey to Amanija. She can be kind and considerate when approached with caution and a kindheart, but if you approach with malevolant intent the last thing you will see will be the glint of silver talons closing around you and then shocking pain followed by a wash of darkness that equals in your ultimute death. She will fly were she pleases and most likely consort with other owls and birds on the wing, but you'll never catch her chatting with a mouse she's about to devour. She's a bit of a snob and believes she is of upper class, and is consider somewhat of an intellectual person. She is quick to insult and can easily throw back one when offended.
History: Born in a tall Redwood tree, her siblings died from the bitter cold of a winter storm, as Barn Owls cannot insulate fat that well. She grew up as a normal chick and fledged normally. But one night a horrible summer freak thunderstorm set her tree on fire, and her parents burned to a crisp as they both were struck by lightning. She left the tree, her heart filled with sorrow as this event happened not to long ago. She has just turned her first year, and has found a cozy hollow deep in an ancient oak. She has yet to find a mate as she feels she is not ready yet.
Role Play Sample: The air was crisp, the stars were bright, a slight breeze ruffled the leaves high in the canopy of the the trees. A Barn Owl was perched on a barred branch, her eyes fixed on the field before her. He ears picked up the slightest noise. The eve was perfect, large herd animals wandered the plains. Looking for a place to rest, obviously. Suddenly, as noise. The quiet scratches of a mouse's claws. She thingyed her head to the noise. There! Right near the bramble bush. Her rapor vision zoomed in. Yes, a field mouse. Nice and plump. The owl spread her wings sublime and fell forwar, a cushion of air caught her and her silent wing beats brought her closer and closer to her prey. Until, she held her wings bake as a break, spread her talons wide and flung them unto her hapless prey. A small sqeaul escaped the mouses' lips, not of pain but shock. Her prey instantly dead, she turned and flew back to her roost. To enjoy her meal in peace. Life in Amanija was good.
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