Post by 0 on Jan 27, 2010 16:11:33 GMT -6
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" What hast thou, whan that Aueryll wt his shoures soote? "
— Y
Name: Y
Species – gender – age: Corvus corax (common raven) – female – adolescent
Clan – herd: neutral – none
Mate: —
Friends: —
Family: —
Physical Description:
— ' Soaring high on thermals, floating above the earth; disappearing within clouds that drift slowly beneath a deep blue sky, and then reappearing with a dampness about one. ' —
Y somehow has come to possess a valuable amount of knowledge. The bird boasts white plumage along with very pale skin; clear, deep sky-blue or steel blue-gray eyes. The raven is of average size for her being. She bears a svelte body, with perhaps a long face and slightly lanky form; though the leanness suggests toughness, nothing brittle. Agile and athletic; healthy and fit. Possessing fleetness of foot, great stamina and strength, as well as silence of movement. But, still, quite delicate if handled wrongly. Carries a small brown sling bag around, and always somehow manages to find curious items.
Personality:
— ' Lost in dreams, unable to speak, to move, to think. ' —
Changing . . . cryptic . . . enigma . . . uncertain . . . unknown . . . unspecified . . . unstable . . . unusual . . . – these are all words that have been, not incorrectly, used to describe Y. The white raven appears to be shy, staying a distance from groups and even individuals, but enthusiastic also, particularly so when finding a certain person she quite likes or enjoys being with. One of the adolescent's favorite activities is to simply fall asleep and dream away.
There seems to be a sort of bipolar or other mental disorder with her, for her personality does appear to change now and again, but it is never very quick – no, usually she falls asleep in one personality and wakes up in another. But it is never certain, and it is perhaps more of a mood or female thing.
Y rarely speaks. In fact, she is usually completely silent. Though she often says things that douse her being into silence and drop her raven-self into the unknown. When she does talk, however, it is in lilting cadence, with poetical words bringing luster to her sentences, and philosophies unknown veiling her words – enthusing about how Terra (the Earth) is a living entity in and of itself; spouting wisdom, stories, and poems. And of apparitions, beings, entities, and all sorts of imaginary and thought-up things. And even of things that are not things; things that could be anything – or nothing at all. She also knows quite a-many of sayings and other things – stuff that have come from the one species that cannot be found in Amanija.
Above, pick one of the words used to describe the avian. Certainly in behavior and disposition, personality and temperament, she is that word – somehow, someway.
History:
— ' Looking through the books; searching, but never finding. It is always just out of reach. ' —
Y was not born in the place of Amanija (or, as she jokingly likes to call it, 'Amnesia'), but it is still unknown exactly where she came from. Considering the raven's great amount of knowledge, she must have been quite a plenty of places. She's probably passed through zoos, cities, and the wild, only to end back up in the domestic world.
Indeed, humans have quite intrigued Y, and ever since becoming orphaned and taken in, she has spent quite a long time trying to understand them, but only still to be knocked back, trapped just a breath away from all the truths she wishes to obtain.
Is this your first time Role Playing? No; it's off-and-on again; unsure exactly how long, but at least for a year or so.
Example RP Post:
It was dark. The light from a silvery half-moon shone onto the off-white sand of a sandbar. Foaming seawater licked the sides of the shoal, but the salty waters could not reach over and wipe away the footprints that had been left in the soft sand. A badger shuffled around the footprints, carefully placing its clawed paws so as to keep from disturbing them. The low-bodied animal sniffed at where the footprints started, and followed the tracks all the way to the semicircular coast. A black nose covered in sand sniffed at the prints, following them as they led beside the cliffs that bordered the shoreline, to where they went through the sandy floor of a cave that lay within one cliff. Saltwater pushed in and pulled out in continuous motions through the seaside cave, never reaching anywhere quite near the end.
Grunting, the badger peered into the cave. In the darkness did beady black eyes look, able to catch a mere flicker of movement from inside before all was still. It seated itself outside the cave, keeping a close eye on the entrance. It lay there for hours, and the badger's muscles twitched as the beast longed to hunt for food. It did not move, and from inactivity it became tired, long before the first rays of sunlight would appear in the east.
Presently, it fell asleep.
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