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Post by andromeda on Sept 20, 2007 12:52:03 GMT -5
Name Andromeda
Age Young adult
Gender Female
Species Barn Owl
Alliance Guardians of Ga’Hoole
Kingdom Ga’Hoole
Occupation Search and Rescue Ryb?
Nest Maid Snake None
Physical Description Andromeda is a very slight owl, a little smaller than most of her breed. Her eyes are a little larger as well, giving her he impression of absolute dislike. She is, in fact, beautiful, but most of the little owls are just a tad afraid of her. Andromeda’s spots are larger than usual across her head, and just below her beak, there’s a little tiny dot. Her beak has three notches across it- she hasn’t ever told anyone how she got it. If anything, it makes her a better fighter. The notches make her beak a lot sharper than a usual owl’s beak is. Her breast is white- and a lot fluffier than a Barn owl’s should be. She enjoys extra warmth in the Winter, but during the summer months, it’s not too pleasant.
Personality She can really kick tail-feather when she wants to. Andromeda is a very controlled, very smart individual, with a witty, quick personality. She can really drive owls to perform to the best of their abilities, and loves to see them doing well under her instruction. Still, Andromeda has a lot of hate inside her, and has (Most likely) the worst temper you’ll ever come across. All in all, she’s not one to mess with. Andy refuses to have anything to do with the young males of her age at the tree- she’s very task oriented, and often refuses to be distracted by anyone.
History Andromeda was born in Tyto, and had the severe misfortune of being owl-napped by the Pure Ones. She was treated like a god- because of her perfect lineage, and eventually moved up to the position of ‘Commander’. Andy was incredibly unhappy, when on the battlefield; she saw a noble owl of Ga’Hoole die for his comrade. She started to think over the Pure One’s Motives and eventually decided to leave them altogether. She wandered for a while, thinking of what to do with her life, then found Ga’Hoole. She was perfect for search and rescue because of her remarkable fighting skills and perfect hearing.
Roleplay Sample A few wingflaps were heard from outside the hollow as a Spotted owl winged his way through the large opening into the tree. Hireclaws weren't welcome anywhere, really, they were considered to scum of the earth. That's why Kaylen liked this place so much- nobody really ever cared where he had come from. Even so, his feathers were painted up a little to imply that he was a Gadfeather, for unwelcome stares weren't so uncommon.
His feathers were still a little less ostentacious than most Gadfeather's were- he personally detested the foolish paints. He felt like a Dolly. Kaylen was aware of the war at hand- and he had come wanting to join it. There was nothing wrong with looking around a little bit first, now was there? He grinned to himself, and hopped inside.
His landing had been a little flashy (Well... he HAD been pretending to be a Gadfeather, to be fair) with an elegant flash of the underside of his wings. Kaylen wasn't one for showing off normally- but if he was playing a role, why not do it well.
He sat silently, and enjoyed the fact that hardly anyone was looking at him. the sensation was unfelt by him before, and he basked in the glow of unrecognicion. His battle claws were stowed safely away in the Gadfeather pouch that Gadfeather's normally used to carry food in. Nobody should ever see them- they were deadly. Jagged edges and everything.
Kaylen sighed, and rubbed the snowshoe hare pouch morosely. Kaylen rumpled the back of his head nervously. He edged his way silently towards the back end of the hollow, scratching his talons against the smooth woodwork. A little graze appeared in the perfect polish, and he blushed, muttering, “Oh my Glaux”. He was glad nobody had seen him- it wasn’t a good thing to annoy the owls who had so graciously taken him in. For the moment, anyway. Kaylen had a habit of getting into numerous scrapes- whether he went looking for trouble or not. He frantically tried to fix it back the way it was, but only succeeded in making the scratch worse. Kaylen swore faintly under his breath, and hopped away from the scene of the crime, his cheeks burning. An elderly screech walked up to him, smiling.
“Welcome to Ga’Hoole. We’re glad you’re here- for the Milkberry festival, right? We’ve heard you Gadfeathers sing before. Maybe you could honour us with a song this year round?” She smiled, and then hurried off before Kaylen had a chance to answer. He smacked a talon to his head, wincing. Kaylen had never tried to sing before- and he never wanted to.
Kaylen sat down, feeling a little overwhelmed by all of it. Maybe coming here hadn’t exactly been the best of ideas. He could tell that most owls here were looking down on him- yeah, Gadfeathers were still a little frowned upon in civilised societies. The situation wasn’t looking good.
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