Post by Battias on Apr 19, 2015 14:23:51 GMT -5
Name: Ivan
Gender: male
Age: 25
Species: Elf owl
Kingdom: Silverveil, Beyond the Beyond.
Position: Rogue Smith
Code Word: (Revoked)
Description: Ivan Is a small owl, of course, him being an elf owl obviously makes him small. His feathers are a light brown, with stripes of gray and white running down his breast and stomach, his feathers are rough and strong. His eyes are a bright yellow-beigh color, looking like the sand of the desert. His beak is a light grey with a tint of green, and it is strong enough to help him along with his coal collecting. The underside of his tail feathers is a soft fluffy white. His feet are a dark yellow, and his talons a stone dark grey. He has grey lining the topside of his eyes, making it look like he has eyebrows. He has one problem, which is that he is unable to speak. Ivan has an unknown problem with him, whenever trying to speak, nothing comes out, not even a hoot, only air. Because of this problem, he had to adapt, and uses simple and understandable movements, with his head, wings, talons, or tail feathers. His flight is not quiet, but is perfect, even for a small owl who is carrying heavy coals, which he has to do alot.
Personality: Ivan is a supersticious type of owl. He does not trust that many owls other than Guardians. He suspects anyone who isn't a Guardian to be a Pure One or a snatcher from St. Aggies, and when someone is from St. Aggies or the Pure Ones, He serves them depending on their attitude. If they are nice and patient, they can be served depending on his mood, and if they are cruel and fast paced, then he may refuse to serve. When refusing he usually gets attacked out of the anger, but he can fight back because of his skill in combat, using special made small battleclaws, or using his perfected aim to throw metal rods at his enemies, or branches in the lack of rods. He is dedicated to being a smith, him wanting to follow his foster father's example. He is also a dedicated slipgizzle for the Guardians, he can write and because of his limited communication he has to write notes. When he makes friends, he is very friendly and loves the company. He has few friends because of his supersticious attitude. He is usually not open to other owls except for friends, and does not enjoy the company of strangers.
Strengths: Perfected flight, Combat skills, Good aim
Weaknesses: Limited communication, Supersticious, Noisy, on bad terms with the Pure Ones
History: Upon hatching, He was met by 3 sisters, mother, and father. three days after hatching, his home was raided by the Pure Ones, his mother, father, and 2 of his 3 sisters dead, and the last sister missing. He survived the raid because the raiders threw him out of the nest instead of killing him. He was then found by his foster father, a barred owl who was working as a smith. When being rescued he wanted to speak, but when he tried to couldn't, and his foster father knew. He was carried to Silverveil where he lived with his foster father. His foster father was strict with rules, Such as no touching blades, staying away from the forge, Etc. When he grew his flight feathers, he learned to fly, then straight to smithing. He tried using the tongs bigger owls such as snowys and great horneds used, but it was too cumbersome and weighted him down. His foster father smithed his smaller tongs, and they were perfect. He adapted to being a smith and small forms of communication, and loved smithing decorative items such as metal leaves, and designs. His life became more lonely when his foster father died of old age, but he moved on and continued being a smith in his foster father's old forge.
In Character:
Ivan Struggled holding the tongs, he tried and tried to retrieve the red hot rods, but the tongs had two problems, they were too heavy, and they were too big. His uncle, which is what his foster father calls himself when around Ivan, stepped in and said "Hoooold on Ivan, I know you can't speak, but I can see just fine that those are too big, so let your uncle help," His uncle grabbed the tongs and scooped up the metal rods. He beat them and shaped them, dipped them in water then started over reheating the metal. He did this until something small formed, A smaller pair of tongs. "Here ya go Ivan, Try these," his uncle said handing him the cooled metal. Ivan used it, and threw a rod into the fire. when it was red, he pulled it out and bashed it with a hammer. He repeated until he ended up with 4 blades, perfect for his talons. "Great work!" his uncle said, then placing the blade on the hooks. "Now, no touching these unless you get into a fight, keep these tied around your leg when you leave, and do not put them on unless you are in trouble," Ivan nodded in understanding, and started forging another iron rod. "What are you doing?" his uncle asked, until Ivan pulled out the rod, and beat the end until a sharp point came along. He beat the other end so it was flat, then he picked up the small rod and tossed it at a wooden rack in which his uncle stored his wares of weaponry and decor. The rod hit straight into the wood, dead in the middle of a circular decoration, his uncle responded to this action by saying "You are a genious! Your aim is excellent!"
Gender: male
Age: 25
Species: Elf owl
Kingdom: Silverveil, Beyond the Beyond.
Position: Rogue Smith
Code Word: (Revoked)
Description: Ivan Is a small owl, of course, him being an elf owl obviously makes him small. His feathers are a light brown, with stripes of gray and white running down his breast and stomach, his feathers are rough and strong. His eyes are a bright yellow-beigh color, looking like the sand of the desert. His beak is a light grey with a tint of green, and it is strong enough to help him along with his coal collecting. The underside of his tail feathers is a soft fluffy white. His feet are a dark yellow, and his talons a stone dark grey. He has grey lining the topside of his eyes, making it look like he has eyebrows. He has one problem, which is that he is unable to speak. Ivan has an unknown problem with him, whenever trying to speak, nothing comes out, not even a hoot, only air. Because of this problem, he had to adapt, and uses simple and understandable movements, with his head, wings, talons, or tail feathers. His flight is not quiet, but is perfect, even for a small owl who is carrying heavy coals, which he has to do alot.
Personality: Ivan is a supersticious type of owl. He does not trust that many owls other than Guardians. He suspects anyone who isn't a Guardian to be a Pure One or a snatcher from St. Aggies, and when someone is from St. Aggies or the Pure Ones, He serves them depending on their attitude. If they are nice and patient, they can be served depending on his mood, and if they are cruel and fast paced, then he may refuse to serve. When refusing he usually gets attacked out of the anger, but he can fight back because of his skill in combat, using special made small battleclaws, or using his perfected aim to throw metal rods at his enemies, or branches in the lack of rods. He is dedicated to being a smith, him wanting to follow his foster father's example. He is also a dedicated slipgizzle for the Guardians, he can write and because of his limited communication he has to write notes. When he makes friends, he is very friendly and loves the company. He has few friends because of his supersticious attitude. He is usually not open to other owls except for friends, and does not enjoy the company of strangers.
Strengths: Perfected flight, Combat skills, Good aim
Weaknesses: Limited communication, Supersticious, Noisy, on bad terms with the Pure Ones
History: Upon hatching, He was met by 3 sisters, mother, and father. three days after hatching, his home was raided by the Pure Ones, his mother, father, and 2 of his 3 sisters dead, and the last sister missing. He survived the raid because the raiders threw him out of the nest instead of killing him. He was then found by his foster father, a barred owl who was working as a smith. When being rescued he wanted to speak, but when he tried to couldn't, and his foster father knew. He was carried to Silverveil where he lived with his foster father. His foster father was strict with rules, Such as no touching blades, staying away from the forge, Etc. When he grew his flight feathers, he learned to fly, then straight to smithing. He tried using the tongs bigger owls such as snowys and great horneds used, but it was too cumbersome and weighted him down. His foster father smithed his smaller tongs, and they were perfect. He adapted to being a smith and small forms of communication, and loved smithing decorative items such as metal leaves, and designs. His life became more lonely when his foster father died of old age, but he moved on and continued being a smith in his foster father's old forge.
In Character:
Ivan Struggled holding the tongs, he tried and tried to retrieve the red hot rods, but the tongs had two problems, they were too heavy, and they were too big. His uncle, which is what his foster father calls himself when around Ivan, stepped in and said "Hoooold on Ivan, I know you can't speak, but I can see just fine that those are too big, so let your uncle help," His uncle grabbed the tongs and scooped up the metal rods. He beat them and shaped them, dipped them in water then started over reheating the metal. He did this until something small formed, A smaller pair of tongs. "Here ya go Ivan, Try these," his uncle said handing him the cooled metal. Ivan used it, and threw a rod into the fire. when it was red, he pulled it out and bashed it with a hammer. He repeated until he ended up with 4 blades, perfect for his talons. "Great work!" his uncle said, then placing the blade on the hooks. "Now, no touching these unless you get into a fight, keep these tied around your leg when you leave, and do not put them on unless you are in trouble," Ivan nodded in understanding, and started forging another iron rod. "What are you doing?" his uncle asked, until Ivan pulled out the rod, and beat the end until a sharp point came along. He beat the other end so it was flat, then he picked up the small rod and tossed it at a wooden rack in which his uncle stored his wares of weaponry and decor. The rod hit straight into the wood, dead in the middle of a circular decoration, his uncle responded to this action by saying "You are a genious! Your aim is excellent!"
I appreciate the sentiment, and I'd love to have you do something, but as of now I don't think it would help to decorate an inactive forum 