Post by Battias on Apr 19, 2015 14:00:58 GMT -5
Name: Swarr
Gender: Male
Age: 132 moons
Species: Great horned
Kingdom: Guardians
Position: Weather Interpretation Ryb
Codeword: (Revoked)
Description: Swarr is a northerner, so he has many distinct features about him. First off, his beauty is to be mentioned, which contains his eyes and feathers. The pupils in his eyes are black, of course, but they seem so have a hint of purple, just like the black glass obsidian. His eyes are a honey golden color, and seem to dig their way into the truth if an owl lies.
Next to cross off the list is his overall feathers. He has lights brown flight feathers that are as strong as a stone. His plummels are very soft, some may even say he is as silent as a barn owl. He has dyed the tips of his wings red, and has streaks of red dye down his leg feathers. His feathers, other than being just brown, have the tips of All his feathers naturally colored black, with grey just above the black. His midsection is white white dots of grey every few inches. His leg feathers alone without the dye, is a nice Maroon color, and his talons are a crispy yellow color. His ear tufts are a nice mix of both marroon and black. The rim of his facial disk is a pure white color. To the ugly parts of his apperance now, he has a large scar over his right eye running diagonally, raising up from left to right. His middle talon on his right leg is gone, cut off in one of the battles he has experienced. His beak has a slight crack in it, but not too big to really be worrying him about.
Last of all his battle scars is a small scar running vertically under his right wing. Non physical features include a krakish accent, due to him spending a little less than half his life in the cold north. Along with that is that he has a Deep voice charming voice (and sometimes singing with the singer in certain times). Swarr is very muscular, and because of his strength he can fly through all sorts of dangerous and wild winds and rain. His strength doesn't just apply to flying, but for lifting heavy objects, killing large animals, and delivering fatal blows against other owls, following this, his talons are very big, and some exaggerate about them being as big as leopard paws. He has a horrible immune system, and recieves many illnesses (summer flux every now and then).
His bones are very strong and is abnormally flexible. His knowledge is largely extended, meaning he knows a ton of flight patterns, strategies, dives, and other various moves. Swarr knows the answer to almost everything about weather, this knowledge about weather originated from the harsh northern storms. Swarr can hear excellent, not nearly as good as a barn owl, but pretty close. Some say he can "hear" feelings, wether it is happiness, sadness, sorrow, anger, or nervousness. His laughter and sense of humor is a distinct feature that comes with this owl. Personality: Swarr is a unique owl with a unique personality. Swarr is the very friendly type, he makes friends very easily and enemies nearly never. His friendliness makes him patient as well, and able to cope with slow learners. His friendliness makes him able to make the shy owls, who Swarr would say " needs to open up ", and make friends. He is also very supportive, and give the extra support to the slowest learners who need a boost in morale. Swarr always speaks positive about everyone and never menyipns negatives, except for St. Aggoes and the Pure ones. He is really giddy and ready to join in on ANYTHING, wether it be helping others, or singing.
Personality: Swarr respects everyone, and expects to be respected right back. He is really flirty with females of any species, and compliments them often. He is angered by almost Nothing, and insults bounce right off him. He is a energetic owl, cracking jokes every now and then or misunderstanding something. He loves working with others and ecspecially loves teaching his chaw members. In free time, he flies with his chaw out into fierce storms, or to have a fun little trip. He can be loud at times, but can keep his beak shut in certain situations. Swarr is able to deal with situations such as a broken wing, broken leg, what herbs to use of certain infections, and etc. He rarely speaks krakish, but will whenever asked.
We have talked about his friendly nature in the Ga'hoole tree, but what about in war? Inside war, Swarr takes a serious turn. He suggests tons of war stratagies and tactics, and becomes agressive in the actual fights. Inside a battle, he is swift, dodging nearly all fatal strikes given by the enemies, and in return, striking back with deadly force. A death of a friend is always a heartbreak for Swarr, but he fights on and on to the end, the end either being the end of the war, or his death. He can feel others emotions, and expresses either happiness or sorrow torwards others. Swarr loves to write, and has written many books, some about his life and experiences, and some about weather and war. Along with writing is his enjoyment of thought, creating ideas and tactics.
Small problems such as 2 friends having an argument, he tries to fix. Swarr sees all owls as unique, and treats them so. Swarr doesn't see death as going away forever, he sees it as going ahead then waiting up for friends and family to join. Swarr sees many things differantly than other owls, as you can tell. Sometimes swarr likes to act tough and strong, which he is, but he is also friendly.
Strengths: Strong, Intelligent
Weaknesses: Too trusting, Forgetful
History: Swarr's history has many ups and downs. Swarr was born near the Firth of Fangs and grew up with a loving mother and father. Swarr's father brought to the rocky hollow an occasional Cave weta (cave cricket) , which was Swarr's equivalent of a centipede. Swarr's kielian nest maid was the one to teach him the legends of ga'hoole because of his parents being away for war. Swarr had one sibling, but the sad part of the story starts here. Swarr and his sibling, still an egg, was snatched by St. Aggies patrols, who were just starting their reach to the north. Biting the back talon clean off, the patrols dropped swarr and made it off with the egg. Swarr was then taken in by an arctic fox mother who was raising 3 pups. After a week or so, the fox mother and her pups were starving, and attempted to eat Swarr.
Swar escaped with a deep cut under his wing, and found an old log to live In that was filled with insects. After a couple of weeks, swarr taught himself how to fly, and made his way torwards the Great ga'hoole tree. On his way, he was saved by a search and rescue patrol from the tree. They escorted him to the tree where he met a few new friends and gained a chaw and a ryb. After months of learning, he was asked to pick up a pair of battle claws and fight in a major battle. In the battle Swarr killed many, and recieved a large scar across an eye, and had a talon cut off.he returned to the tree learning that his ryb was killed, and he was asked to become ryb, and he accepted. In his years of being a ryb, he has seen many students come and go. He has traveled to the beyond to traverse the winds and thermals created by the volcanos to learn about them. One day during his Ryb days, he traveled back to his hollow to find that there was the skeletons of two owls, possibly of his parents.
During that day he also visited the fox dwn and the log. Weeks after he was sent to the canyons to do a stealth mission. There, he found a aged great horned, still younger than him. He assumed that to be his sibling, and left to come back another day. After a while, Sawrr settled down and joined a beautiful female great horned owl in wingfast. Days were happy by then, but while dealing with a small skirmish in ambala, Swarrs 's mate was ambused and killed, but Swarr coming out alive with a broken heart. He has moved on sense then and never mentions his mate. He later retrieved his mates body and one ofvtwo of the cyan dyed battle claws she always wore, and performed his mates last ceramony. After Swarr has gotten over his last mate, he has been making many friends and has been attempting to find a new mate.
IC: It was a unnaturally quiet day today. Swarr proceeded to poke his head outside his hollow, only to be blinded by the sun. His emotions were tangled into a mess. He gave a lowhumpf as he settled back into his hollow.
Luckily he didn't have to teach a class today, he was to deperessed over her death. And old nest maid snake slithered in slowly, this snake was the same snake he has known ever since he arrived. Swarr swiveled his head torwards the old snake the old snake coiled up beside Swarr at these words, Swarr felt a sudden jolt of energy and lifted off. He flew t ambala, and there, he found it, the bones of his mate. He removed one of his claws, he felt a drop come from his eye. He proceeded to remove one of the cyan battle claws, and replaced it with his silvery old claws. He felt more drops coming from his eyes. He knew he must go, for it was turning night soon, and the crows have found him out. His eyes were streaming now. He flew off torwards the sea of hoolemere, and whispered . It was after Tweener when he returned, and he returned to his hollow. There, waiting for him was the old snake with a fat old vole, raw as he always liked them. the old snake laughed with the hiccupy sound all snakes make when they laugh. The snake continued to say the snake proceeded to sliter out out of the hollow. A thought came to Swarr's mind I do need to get over my mate, I should be making friends and teaching, I should be happy there and now, he finished his vole and flew outside to have a nice flight in the moonlight, and greet some of the other owls, and maybe even visit the king and queen to have a nice cup of milkberry tea.
Gender: Male
Age: 132 moons
Species: Great horned
Kingdom: Guardians
Position: Weather Interpretation Ryb
Codeword: (Revoked)
Description: Swarr is a northerner, so he has many distinct features about him. First off, his beauty is to be mentioned, which contains his eyes and feathers. The pupils in his eyes are black, of course, but they seem so have a hint of purple, just like the black glass obsidian. His eyes are a honey golden color, and seem to dig their way into the truth if an owl lies.
Next to cross off the list is his overall feathers. He has lights brown flight feathers that are as strong as a stone. His plummels are very soft, some may even say he is as silent as a barn owl. He has dyed the tips of his wings red, and has streaks of red dye down his leg feathers. His feathers, other than being just brown, have the tips of All his feathers naturally colored black, with grey just above the black. His midsection is white white dots of grey every few inches. His leg feathers alone without the dye, is a nice Maroon color, and his talons are a crispy yellow color. His ear tufts are a nice mix of both marroon and black. The rim of his facial disk is a pure white color. To the ugly parts of his apperance now, he has a large scar over his right eye running diagonally, raising up from left to right. His middle talon on his right leg is gone, cut off in one of the battles he has experienced. His beak has a slight crack in it, but not too big to really be worrying him about.
Last of all his battle scars is a small scar running vertically under his right wing. Non physical features include a krakish accent, due to him spending a little less than half his life in the cold north. Along with that is that he has a Deep voice charming voice (and sometimes singing with the singer in certain times). Swarr is very muscular, and because of his strength he can fly through all sorts of dangerous and wild winds and rain. His strength doesn't just apply to flying, but for lifting heavy objects, killing large animals, and delivering fatal blows against other owls, following this, his talons are very big, and some exaggerate about them being as big as leopard paws. He has a horrible immune system, and recieves many illnesses (summer flux every now and then).
His bones are very strong and is abnormally flexible. His knowledge is largely extended, meaning he knows a ton of flight patterns, strategies, dives, and other various moves. Swarr knows the answer to almost everything about weather, this knowledge about weather originated from the harsh northern storms. Swarr can hear excellent, not nearly as good as a barn owl, but pretty close. Some say he can "hear" feelings, wether it is happiness, sadness, sorrow, anger, or nervousness. His laughter and sense of humor is a distinct feature that comes with this owl. Personality: Swarr is a unique owl with a unique personality. Swarr is the very friendly type, he makes friends very easily and enemies nearly never. His friendliness makes him patient as well, and able to cope with slow learners. His friendliness makes him able to make the shy owls, who Swarr would say " needs to open up ", and make friends. He is also very supportive, and give the extra support to the slowest learners who need a boost in morale. Swarr always speaks positive about everyone and never menyipns negatives, except for St. Aggoes and the Pure ones. He is really giddy and ready to join in on ANYTHING, wether it be helping others, or singing.
Personality: Swarr respects everyone, and expects to be respected right back. He is really flirty with females of any species, and compliments them often. He is angered by almost Nothing, and insults bounce right off him. He is a energetic owl, cracking jokes every now and then or misunderstanding something. He loves working with others and ecspecially loves teaching his chaw members. In free time, he flies with his chaw out into fierce storms, or to have a fun little trip. He can be loud at times, but can keep his beak shut in certain situations. Swarr is able to deal with situations such as a broken wing, broken leg, what herbs to use of certain infections, and etc. He rarely speaks krakish, but will whenever asked.
We have talked about his friendly nature in the Ga'hoole tree, but what about in war? Inside war, Swarr takes a serious turn. He suggests tons of war stratagies and tactics, and becomes agressive in the actual fights. Inside a battle, he is swift, dodging nearly all fatal strikes given by the enemies, and in return, striking back with deadly force. A death of a friend is always a heartbreak for Swarr, but he fights on and on to the end, the end either being the end of the war, or his death. He can feel others emotions, and expresses either happiness or sorrow torwards others. Swarr loves to write, and has written many books, some about his life and experiences, and some about weather and war. Along with writing is his enjoyment of thought, creating ideas and tactics.
Small problems such as 2 friends having an argument, he tries to fix. Swarr sees all owls as unique, and treats them so. Swarr doesn't see death as going away forever, he sees it as going ahead then waiting up for friends and family to join. Swarr sees many things differantly than other owls, as you can tell. Sometimes swarr likes to act tough and strong, which he is, but he is also friendly.
Strengths: Strong, Intelligent
Weaknesses: Too trusting, Forgetful
History: Swarr's history has many ups and downs. Swarr was born near the Firth of Fangs and grew up with a loving mother and father. Swarr's father brought to the rocky hollow an occasional Cave weta (cave cricket) , which was Swarr's equivalent of a centipede. Swarr's kielian nest maid was the one to teach him the legends of ga'hoole because of his parents being away for war. Swarr had one sibling, but the sad part of the story starts here. Swarr and his sibling, still an egg, was snatched by St. Aggies patrols, who were just starting their reach to the north. Biting the back talon clean off, the patrols dropped swarr and made it off with the egg. Swarr was then taken in by an arctic fox mother who was raising 3 pups. After a week or so, the fox mother and her pups were starving, and attempted to eat Swarr.
Swar escaped with a deep cut under his wing, and found an old log to live In that was filled with insects. After a couple of weeks, swarr taught himself how to fly, and made his way torwards the Great ga'hoole tree. On his way, he was saved by a search and rescue patrol from the tree. They escorted him to the tree where he met a few new friends and gained a chaw and a ryb. After months of learning, he was asked to pick up a pair of battle claws and fight in a major battle. In the battle Swarr killed many, and recieved a large scar across an eye, and had a talon cut off.he returned to the tree learning that his ryb was killed, and he was asked to become ryb, and he accepted. In his years of being a ryb, he has seen many students come and go. He has traveled to the beyond to traverse the winds and thermals created by the volcanos to learn about them. One day during his Ryb days, he traveled back to his hollow to find that there was the skeletons of two owls, possibly of his parents.
During that day he also visited the fox dwn and the log. Weeks after he was sent to the canyons to do a stealth mission. There, he found a aged great horned, still younger than him. He assumed that to be his sibling, and left to come back another day. After a while, Sawrr settled down and joined a beautiful female great horned owl in wingfast. Days were happy by then, but while dealing with a small skirmish in ambala, Swarrs 's mate was ambused and killed, but Swarr coming out alive with a broken heart. He has moved on sense then and never mentions his mate. He later retrieved his mates body and one ofvtwo of the cyan dyed battle claws she always wore, and performed his mates last ceramony. After Swarr has gotten over his last mate, he has been making many friends and has been attempting to find a new mate.
IC: It was a unnaturally quiet day today. Swarr proceeded to poke his head outside his hollow, only to be blinded by the sun. His emotions were tangled into a mess. He gave a lowhumpf as he settled back into his hollow.
Luckily he didn't have to teach a class today, he was to deperessed over her death. And old nest maid snake slithered in slowly, this snake was the same snake he has known ever since he arrived. Swarr swiveled his head torwards the old snake the old snake coiled up beside Swarr at these words, Swarr felt a sudden jolt of energy and lifted off. He flew t ambala, and there, he found it, the bones of his mate. He removed one of his claws, he felt a drop come from his eye. He proceeded to remove one of the cyan battle claws, and replaced it with his silvery old claws. He felt more drops coming from his eyes. He knew he must go, for it was turning night soon, and the crows have found him out. His eyes were streaming now. He flew off torwards the sea of hoolemere, and whispered . It was after Tweener when he returned, and he returned to his hollow. There, waiting for him was the old snake with a fat old vole, raw as he always liked them. the old snake laughed with the hiccupy sound all snakes make when they laugh. The snake continued to say the snake proceeded to sliter out out of the hollow. A thought came to Swarr's mind I do need to get over my mate, I should be making friends and teaching, I should be happy there and now, he finished his vole and flew outside to have a nice flight in the moonlight, and greet some of the other owls, and maybe even visit the king and queen to have a nice cup of milkberry tea.
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