Post by Hallow's Owl on Sept 8, 2007 3:57:52 GMT -5
Name
♫Deathsong♫
[also called hallow's owl]
Age
26 moons/months
Gender
Male
Species
Barn owl
Alliance
Pure Ones
Kingdom
Shadow Forest
Occupation
High Tyto
Nest Maid Snake
None
Physical Description
Death has very large feet and they are a
dark orange, almost brown color.
His talons are small and thin which might lead you to
deceive that they aren't as deadly as other
owls. Think again. His talons are as sharp
if not sharper than another owls, they have
faint blood stains on them because Death
has never used battleclaws before, and
never will. He thinks they are a disgrace to
owls. Death's wings are rounded around the
edges as all owls are but are VERY powerful.
He is a strong flier and is always pushing a
patrol to go forward if they are going somewhere.
He has the normal tawny brown coloring of regular
barn owls. His beak is also the same size and
shape of most other owls. The only thing different
about his head is that his eyes are blood red
when he gets angry.
PersonalityDeath is an odd owl.
He likes to be with his mate at times
and then hates her others. His mind
changes directions quickly I guess.
He is an evil and cruel owl, torturing
killing, or injuring anything that isn't
a tyto. Yet he loves any tyto chick.
He thinks they are smarter than his
patrol at times and will tell the patrol
this. There is a lot of his personality
reflected from his dad, who would fight
with his mother, screech and hoot all
night just to annoy the pure ones who
were trying to get Death. Like his
father he does get mad easily and will
screech on occasion. Yet he has an
unusual love for chicks.
History
When Death was a chick he was a
cute little ball of down feathers. His
name was Mika and he was very nice.
He was a very small owl and was
never fed very much. His mother knew
he was going to die. There was a
horrible winter storm and all the brood
was dead. The mother and father
mourned for at least 2 days before they
saw the rising and falling of Death's
chest. To them it was a miracle, to Death
it was survival.
As Death started to develop more and
more he became larger and stronger
as well as more angry and hurtful. He
was now starting to get the little buds
of feathers and they began to show
out of all the downy feathers. Soon
enough he had only a few puffs of baby
feathers left. When he still had those
few fluffy feathers he began branching.
Death was a superb owl for branching
because his talons were so easy to
manipulate. One day he was branching
when a strong breeze swooped by.
One second Death was there the next
he was gone. The young owl felt himself
tumbling through the air and turned
upright. Death spread his wings out and
luckily an updraft caught them. He soared
up high above the trees.
As Death grew he got very handsome
and strong. The pure ones would come
every night and ask for him to join them.
Death's answer was always no. One
night, the one we know as halloween
Death flew out. The moon was a deep
orange color, the stars were only a small
sprinkle of glittering dots in the sky.
That night owlets were born, families
reunited, and a single owl was killed.
A spotted owl. It was Death's kill and
it was his glory too. The pure one's
greeted him with happiness and great
liking to this strong owl. He had killed
a strong enemy of them. The pure ones
were leaderless and Death was sick
of his family. He became more than a
pure one, he became living death.
Roleplay Sample
Death flew the sky, the moon was a brilliant orange and his talons glistened. He was on a rampage, a killing spree. One would be dead before tonight. He flapped his strong wings in anger. "I-Will-Kill." He breathed out through a clenched beak. The muscular young barn owl flew until a victim was found.A spotted owl of HUGE proportions. "Easy kill." hooted to himself. The brown and white colored owl dived down. As he did so he whispered. "Prepare to meet your worst nightmare." Were his words. The large spotted owl turned around and stared at Death when he was inches away. It let out a startled peep and then blood spilled upon the dark ground. Death looked at his kill and stared proudly away. Then something strange started happening. His feet they were turning colors, almost the color of.....The hallow's night moon! A horrified look replaced the one of proudness. His eyes slowly drained out all the black and were replaced by red. He stared into a puddle of blood near by, the scarlet pool of liquid reflected his face but with glowing red eyes. "What have I become?"
Picture
see siggie! ^^
Codeword
the great tree
♫Deathsong♫
[also called hallow's owl]
Age
26 moons/months
Gender
Male
Species
Barn owl
Alliance
Pure Ones
Kingdom
Shadow Forest
Occupation
High Tyto
Nest Maid Snake
None
Physical Description
Death has very large feet and they are a
dark orange, almost brown color.
His talons are small and thin which might lead you to
deceive that they aren't as deadly as other
owls. Think again. His talons are as sharp
if not sharper than another owls, they have
faint blood stains on them because Death
has never used battleclaws before, and
never will. He thinks they are a disgrace to
owls. Death's wings are rounded around the
edges as all owls are but are VERY powerful.
He is a strong flier and is always pushing a
patrol to go forward if they are going somewhere.
He has the normal tawny brown coloring of regular
barn owls. His beak is also the same size and
shape of most other owls. The only thing different
about his head is that his eyes are blood red
when he gets angry.
PersonalityDeath is an odd owl.
He likes to be with his mate at times
and then hates her others. His mind
changes directions quickly I guess.
He is an evil and cruel owl, torturing
killing, or injuring anything that isn't
a tyto. Yet he loves any tyto chick.
He thinks they are smarter than his
patrol at times and will tell the patrol
this. There is a lot of his personality
reflected from his dad, who would fight
with his mother, screech and hoot all
night just to annoy the pure ones who
were trying to get Death. Like his
father he does get mad easily and will
screech on occasion. Yet he has an
unusual love for chicks.
History
-Chickhood-
When Death was a chick he was a
cute little ball of down feathers. His
name was Mika and he was very nice.
He was a very small owl and was
never fed very much. His mother knew
he was going to die. There was a
horrible winter storm and all the brood
was dead. The mother and father
mourned for at least 2 days before they
saw the rising and falling of Death's
chest. To them it was a miracle, to Death
it was survival.
-fledgling-
As Death started to develop more and
more he became larger and stronger
as well as more angry and hurtful. He
was now starting to get the little buds
of feathers and they began to show
out of all the downy feathers. Soon
enough he had only a few puffs of baby
feathers left. When he still had those
few fluffy feathers he began branching.
Death was a superb owl for branching
because his talons were so easy to
manipulate. One day he was branching
when a strong breeze swooped by.
One second Death was there the next
he was gone. The young owl felt himself
tumbling through the air and turned
upright. Death spread his wings out and
luckily an updraft caught them. He soared
up high above the trees.
Becoming a pure one
As Death grew he got very handsome
and strong. The pure ones would come
every night and ask for him to join them.
Death's answer was always no. One
night, the one we know as halloween
Death flew out. The moon was a deep
orange color, the stars were only a small
sprinkle of glittering dots in the sky.
That night owlets were born, families
reunited, and a single owl was killed.
A spotted owl. It was Death's kill and
it was his glory too. The pure one's
greeted him with happiness and great
liking to this strong owl. He had killed
a strong enemy of them. The pure ones
were leaderless and Death was sick
of his family. He became more than a
pure one, he became living death.
Roleplay Sample
Death flew the sky, the moon was a brilliant orange and his talons glistened. He was on a rampage, a killing spree. One would be dead before tonight. He flapped his strong wings in anger. "I-Will-Kill." He breathed out through a clenched beak. The muscular young barn owl flew until a victim was found.A spotted owl of HUGE proportions. "Easy kill." hooted to himself. The brown and white colored owl dived down. As he did so he whispered. "Prepare to meet your worst nightmare." Were his words. The large spotted owl turned around and stared at Death when he was inches away. It let out a startled peep and then blood spilled upon the dark ground. Death looked at his kill and stared proudly away. Then something strange started happening. His feet they were turning colors, almost the color of.....The hallow's night moon! A horrified look replaced the one of proudness. His eyes slowly drained out all the black and were replaced by red. He stared into a puddle of blood near by, the scarlet pool of liquid reflected his face but with glowing red eyes. "What have I become?"
Picture
see siggie! ^^
Codeword
the great tree
