Post by Shelly on Feb 15, 2008 17:36:57 GMT -5
(Is it okay if she's the First Lieutenant?)
Name
Frost
Age
1 1/2 years
78 Weeks
Gender
Female
Species
Great Gray Owl
Alliance
St. Aggies
Kingdom
St. Aegolius Canyons
Occupation
First Lieutenant
Nest Maid Snake
[once upon a time…] Juniper *Dead now*
Physical Description
She is small for a female Great Gray, a little bit shorter than a male. Her eyes are a glowing yellow, usually hidden behind an evil glare. Frost's feathers are a brown-ish red color in the daylight sun and dark brown-ish gray during the night, this is usually when others can tell she’s a great gray(except for the size) Her talons and beak are the color of iron.
Personality
In her earlier years she was a sweet, kind little Great Gray Owl. Until her flight feathers fledged, she was that. After, not so much. Her heart changed and went evil. Her eyes would glint in malice at the slightest word and her tone of voice would change to a sharp snap. When killing food, she would think it was another owl she loathed. Hate ran through her blood and her gizzard would stir in joy at the slightest pain of another bird.
But at times, she does have a split personality. When she is in hearing proximity of an owlet, Frost will be the sweet and kind owl she once was. It’s not out of love or compassion, it’s to lure them in. To control them. The Great Gray is unusually untrustworthy and has an air of maturity about her. Frost, when not angered, talks in a cool, collective voice.
History
One and a half years ago, on a sunny winter afternoon, Swatta watched her last and final chick to be born. There were 3 other in the nest but she still couldn’t help but stare lovingly at this last one. Swatta and Nash, Swatta’s mate, had already decided to call the last egg Frost, for the frost that had collected around the families hollow. So Frost was given her name Frost, which would really suit her in time to come.
Nash had gone off to hunt for food while Swatta here watched her very first four chicks run around.
The family came in the order as followed; Glaesel(3/4 week), Scherl(1/2 week) Roth(1/4 week), then Frost(Barely a day). Each of the eldest was named after names on a folder the Others had left behind. Glaesel being the oldest, he was the most supportive of Frost joining the family, the two sisters weren’t so much. The family wasn’t brought up with the traditional First Something neither Nash nor Swatta wanted to continue that, so the family had little parties ever two weeks an owlet grew.
Because it was winter, an owlet was bound to die sometime or another, it was a fact. Although the hollow was warm, Roth died from chills when he went out on a branch to wait for his father and mother’s return from Hunting. Swatta came first and found Roth frozen to the bone on a branch, she mourned for days but finally they had time for a funeral. It was done with quickly, that’s when they met Juniper, the pink nest-maid.
Juniper was kind and helpful to the family in their time of need. She had serving a family only once before, and was still very young. Only a year older than Nash himself, who were 4. Only weeks into the babysitting of owlets, did Glaesel begin to Fledge flight feathers. He took off with flying colors. He hunted with his father, soared with his mother, and warmed Frost and Scherl. Frost didn’t need warming, for she seemed content to stand in the cold.
Although she was always smiling and always had a feeling in her gizzard, Frost was independent.
Then it was Scherl who fledged flight feathers. She took off and never came back, Nash said he took her somewhere where she’d like it. When I was time for Frost to fledge her flight feathers, she learned the truth. Both the mates were from the Ga’Hoole tree, and very smart, but they wanted their children to live normally for their first few weeks. Gradually, they’d introduce them to life in the Tree. Swatta from the Navigation Chaw and Nash being from the Search-and-rescue chaw. Both wished a chick of theirs would join their chaw, sadly it wasn’t meant to be.
Glaesel had been taken away to the Ga’Hoole tree by then, their father was back with Frost explaining where she was to go. But the young female Great Gray wanted nothing to do with the legend tree. Nothing! She had screamed this at them but her parents didn’t listen. That’s when it all happened. Nash went to fetch help from a neighboring family and Swatta to the Ga’Hoole tree and set Juniper to watch Frost. This was a horrible idea.
When Nash returned, his youngest chick was gone and Juniper was dead on the floor, a gash down her slithery body. That’s when he returned to Ga’Hoole tree again.
Frost was long gone by the time her father left to inform her mother. Her wings were strong even though she was go small for a Great Gray. Being born in clear daylight was help for her, and the fact that her feathers glowed a reddish color in the daytime, helped her avoid being mobbed by crows. She stayed low to the ground.
Everything happened fast. She thought she was a turnfeather, but that some how appealed to her. A turnfeather. It had some sort of ring to it. She could get anywhere she wanted with what her parents told her about the Ga’Hoole tree. She didn’t know much, but it was enough to make safe passages to anywhere.
Frost flew for weeks until she was a fully-grown Gray Owl. She had changed a lot, she wasn’t the sweet, kind, and independent chick she once was. She was not a hateful, malicious, and cruel owl. When she made it too the canyons, she thought she’d found a pretty good home, but nope. She found St.Aggies. She found it cruel, hateful, and the best place on earth. She joined, but being raised in the Kingdom of Ambaba, she has…disabilities, being moonblinked is one of them. She can’t be moonblinked, as much as she really wanted to(Yes, she really wanted to!) So, she gave it a rest and faked. Soon she was working her way up to First Lieutenant.
At age 1 year, the Great Gray made her way to find her mother and father. She was First Lieutenant now but went alone. She had killed many and was as malicious as ever. She made her way to the Ga’Hoole tree in the daytime, acting like a normal Hoole owl. Se didn’t know this place well, and lighted down to wait. It didn’t take long before nightfall. Her mother came out hunting, followed by her father.
Her mother didn’t have time to blink before she jumped out at her, slaughtering her instantly. She wasn’t a mangled mess, but a deep gash was down her throat, made by a beak, her daughter’s beak. With her father, it was different. He was in defensive mode. He dodged and attacked perfectly, landing a few scratches on his daughter. Nash had time to call a short alarm, but only just before Frost made her strike. She flew off in a flurry of feathers after a small owl saw who she was. A birdie smirk was on her face as she flew off, taking high to the sky where great grays were hard to spot.
She made it away with ease, but the scratches in her shoulders hurt like Hagsmere. She had taken a full two days till she lighted back at St. Aggies. Only her caring brother remained, she’d leave him, he was always kind to her. And her sister Scherl, she was nicer than Roth had been, she’d spare her too.
Role-play Sample
There was a flurry of feathers as her parents flew off, Swatta to the Ga’Hoole Tree Frost wanted nothing to do with and Nash to a neighbor to get some help with “This unruly young’un”. He had said those exact same words. Her mother and father had been so understanding through these first weeks of living. They didn’t care if she wanted to go with some neighboring owls, so long as she stayed in their tree and shouted over, but now they were horrible. Tears welled in her eyes as the Great Gray stared at her family’s new nest-maid snake. Swatta had said she’d make a good snake in the Harp thing-a-mabob. A growl rose in her throat, alarming Juniper and making her look at Frost in sudden alarm.
This is it! I’m free! the young, just fledging, Ambaba Great Gray took off, leaving a bloody, rose-colored snake behind her.
Picture
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Codeword
Great Tree
[/color]Name
Frost
Age
1 1/2 years
78 Weeks
Gender
Female
Species
Great Gray Owl
Alliance
St. Aggies
Kingdom
St. Aegolius Canyons
Occupation
First Lieutenant
Nest Maid Snake
[once upon a time…] Juniper *Dead now*
Physical Description
She is small for a female Great Gray, a little bit shorter than a male. Her eyes are a glowing yellow, usually hidden behind an evil glare. Frost's feathers are a brown-ish red color in the daylight sun and dark brown-ish gray during the night, this is usually when others can tell she’s a great gray(except for the size) Her talons and beak are the color of iron.
Personality
In her earlier years she was a sweet, kind little Great Gray Owl. Until her flight feathers fledged, she was that. After, not so much. Her heart changed and went evil. Her eyes would glint in malice at the slightest word and her tone of voice would change to a sharp snap. When killing food, she would think it was another owl she loathed. Hate ran through her blood and her gizzard would stir in joy at the slightest pain of another bird.
But at times, she does have a split personality. When she is in hearing proximity of an owlet, Frost will be the sweet and kind owl she once was. It’s not out of love or compassion, it’s to lure them in. To control them. The Great Gray is unusually untrustworthy and has an air of maturity about her. Frost, when not angered, talks in a cool, collective voice.
History
One and a half years ago, on a sunny winter afternoon, Swatta watched her last and final chick to be born. There were 3 other in the nest but she still couldn’t help but stare lovingly at this last one. Swatta and Nash, Swatta’s mate, had already decided to call the last egg Frost, for the frost that had collected around the families hollow. So Frost was given her name Frost, which would really suit her in time to come.
Nash had gone off to hunt for food while Swatta here watched her very first four chicks run around.
The family came in the order as followed; Glaesel(3/4 week), Scherl(1/2 week) Roth(1/4 week), then Frost(Barely a day). Each of the eldest was named after names on a folder the Others had left behind. Glaesel being the oldest, he was the most supportive of Frost joining the family, the two sisters weren’t so much. The family wasn’t brought up with the traditional First Something neither Nash nor Swatta wanted to continue that, so the family had little parties ever two weeks an owlet grew.
Because it was winter, an owlet was bound to die sometime or another, it was a fact. Although the hollow was warm, Roth died from chills when he went out on a branch to wait for his father and mother’s return from Hunting. Swatta came first and found Roth frozen to the bone on a branch, she mourned for days but finally they had time for a funeral. It was done with quickly, that’s when they met Juniper, the pink nest-maid.
Juniper was kind and helpful to the family in their time of need. She had serving a family only once before, and was still very young. Only a year older than Nash himself, who were 4. Only weeks into the babysitting of owlets, did Glaesel begin to Fledge flight feathers. He took off with flying colors. He hunted with his father, soared with his mother, and warmed Frost and Scherl. Frost didn’t need warming, for she seemed content to stand in the cold.
Although she was always smiling and always had a feeling in her gizzard, Frost was independent.
Then it was Scherl who fledged flight feathers. She took off and never came back, Nash said he took her somewhere where she’d like it. When I was time for Frost to fledge her flight feathers, she learned the truth. Both the mates were from the Ga’Hoole tree, and very smart, but they wanted their children to live normally for their first few weeks. Gradually, they’d introduce them to life in the Tree. Swatta from the Navigation Chaw and Nash being from the Search-and-rescue chaw. Both wished a chick of theirs would join their chaw, sadly it wasn’t meant to be.
Glaesel had been taken away to the Ga’Hoole tree by then, their father was back with Frost explaining where she was to go. But the young female Great Gray wanted nothing to do with the legend tree. Nothing! She had screamed this at them but her parents didn’t listen. That’s when it all happened. Nash went to fetch help from a neighboring family and Swatta to the Ga’Hoole tree and set Juniper to watch Frost. This was a horrible idea.
When Nash returned, his youngest chick was gone and Juniper was dead on the floor, a gash down her slithery body. That’s when he returned to Ga’Hoole tree again.
Frost was long gone by the time her father left to inform her mother. Her wings were strong even though she was go small for a Great Gray. Being born in clear daylight was help for her, and the fact that her feathers glowed a reddish color in the daytime, helped her avoid being mobbed by crows. She stayed low to the ground.
Everything happened fast. She thought she was a turnfeather, but that some how appealed to her. A turnfeather. It had some sort of ring to it. She could get anywhere she wanted with what her parents told her about the Ga’Hoole tree. She didn’t know much, but it was enough to make safe passages to anywhere.
Frost flew for weeks until she was a fully-grown Gray Owl. She had changed a lot, she wasn’t the sweet, kind, and independent chick she once was. She was not a hateful, malicious, and cruel owl. When she made it too the canyons, she thought she’d found a pretty good home, but nope. She found St.Aggies. She found it cruel, hateful, and the best place on earth. She joined, but being raised in the Kingdom of Ambaba, she has…disabilities, being moonblinked is one of them. She can’t be moonblinked, as much as she really wanted to(Yes, she really wanted to!) So, she gave it a rest and faked. Soon she was working her way up to First Lieutenant.
At age 1 year, the Great Gray made her way to find her mother and father. She was First Lieutenant now but went alone. She had killed many and was as malicious as ever. She made her way to the Ga’Hoole tree in the daytime, acting like a normal Hoole owl. Se didn’t know this place well, and lighted down to wait. It didn’t take long before nightfall. Her mother came out hunting, followed by her father.
Her mother didn’t have time to blink before she jumped out at her, slaughtering her instantly. She wasn’t a mangled mess, but a deep gash was down her throat, made by a beak, her daughter’s beak. With her father, it was different. He was in defensive mode. He dodged and attacked perfectly, landing a few scratches on his daughter. Nash had time to call a short alarm, but only just before Frost made her strike. She flew off in a flurry of feathers after a small owl saw who she was. A birdie smirk was on her face as she flew off, taking high to the sky where great grays were hard to spot.
She made it away with ease, but the scratches in her shoulders hurt like Hagsmere. She had taken a full two days till she lighted back at St. Aggies. Only her caring brother remained, she’d leave him, he was always kind to her. And her sister Scherl, she was nicer than Roth had been, she’d spare her too.
Role-play Sample
There was a flurry of feathers as her parents flew off, Swatta to the Ga’Hoole Tree Frost wanted nothing to do with and Nash to a neighbor to get some help with “This unruly young’un”. He had said those exact same words. Her mother and father had been so understanding through these first weeks of living. They didn’t care if she wanted to go with some neighboring owls, so long as she stayed in their tree and shouted over, but now they were horrible. Tears welled in her eyes as the Great Gray stared at her family’s new nest-maid snake. Swatta had said she’d make a good snake in the Harp thing-a-mabob. A growl rose in her throat, alarming Juniper and making her look at Frost in sudden alarm.
This is it! I’m free! the young, just fledging, Ambaba Great Gray took off, leaving a bloody, rose-colored snake behind her.
Picture
Click here for Piccy!
Codeword
Great Tree