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Post by Stooge on Apr 25, 2015 18:15:08 GMT -5
Name: Arthur, "Art"
Gender: Male
Age: 30 moons/months
Species: Barred Owl (Strix varia)
Kingdom: Great Tree
Position: Guardian (Weather Interpretation and Colliering chaws)
Code Word: (accepted)
Description:
Arthur isn't as stocky as one would expect for a Barred Owl, but still retains the normal height of his species. His eyes are deep black, almost unsettlingly so, and seem deeply sad, and his presece, while not always explicitly known, can almost be sensed. There's almost a veritable shroud around him, multiplied by the fact that such little is known about him, except that he virtually appeared out of thin air one day. His emotions can be very hard to read at times, and his motives can only be guessed at by others, and only truly known by himself. Whether he acknowledges it or not, he is undoubtedly a handsome owl; his feathers are sleek, neat, and clean, and colliering hasn't taken its toll of turning feathers black on him for the most part. The feathers on his breast are streaked vertically with brown and white, forming a complex mosaic between the colors, and this arrangement of color is present throughout his whole body. On Arthur's head, the brown appears to be replaced with a more prevalent gray-white mottling, which fades down into a brown-white-gray mottling farther down the back. His facial disc is darker than normal for a Barred Owl, making him resemble a Spotted Owl more, and the only defining characteristic he has between the two is the vertical streaks on his breast. His primaries on his wings have many pale bars present on them.
Personality:
Arthur is a staunch pragmatist, valuing what can be realistically achieved over unreachable ideals. This can sometimes pit him against other Guardians, who collectively and individually strive for the ideals of the Guardians and their own, whereas he will settle for the next best thing. Despite this, he isn't unpopular, but consequently, he also isn't very popular. This limbo-like state is a source of constant frustration for Arthur, and he endlessly grapples with whether it is a blessing or a curse, and tends to have his beliefs change sides depending on the situation that he's in. Compounding on this, Arthur doesn't really socially participate at the Great Tree, which only further ostracizes himself in the eyes of others, as he instead is either working or looking for something to work on. In the rare times that he does have time off he chooses to go off on flights by himself, to clear his head. The only way he can justify not working and instead going out on flights is as practice for the Weather Interpretation chaw, which he views as some type of work.
Arthur could be characterized by others as shy, but contrary to this Arthur chooses to be shy on purpose. He is very inward and doesn't confide in others much and chooses to silently champion his beliefs, always ready to give them out and defend them, but only when prompted. Arthur is, however, always open minded to the other side of the argument, and will always consider both sides and go with the one which he believes is better, whether his own, or another's. There are few times in which he's truly been himself, whether conscious or unconcious, and these occurences aren't common, and aren't generally seen by many owls, rather being a brief change in his state of mind, an inner peace. Instead, he is extremely hard on himself at all times, keeping himself in a viscious cycle of blame. He'll blame himself for a perceived wrong doing of his own, even minute mistakes, work on something to prove that it isn't true, and then in his overworked state either make another mistake and begin the cycle again, or obsessively look for one. In his eyes, he can do nothing right, ever, and every mistake made must've been made by him. This is presumably out of fear from his shadowed and shady past, known only to a few officials at the Great Tree, and not in good detail.
Arthur is very humble, and takes little credit for his own work, instead giving it to others. This is partly why he is overlooked by many owls, but his inward personality is another reason. He takes an interest in political matters, but believes most of it to be semantics, coming down to who has power in the situation. All in all, Arthur stops at nothing to keep himself out of the spotlight while still doing as much as he can to help at the Great Tree. His past shapes him more than he does himself.
Strengths:
-Pragmatic
-Level Headed
-Very Talented Flier
Weaknesses:
-Overworked
-Extremely Self Critical
-Social Recluse (Can be argued either way, depending on opinion)
History:
Arthur doesn't talk about his past, but rather he lives with his past looming over him, always trying to shake it off, always failing. Arthur was born into St. Aggies' system, given up by his parents that were in the organization. Never given a name, at least that he could remember, and with only having been assigned a number, his number immediately became his identity. He would often change his number to keep track of the time, to have something different in his life. The marches subsuquently wiped his number identity, leaving him with nothing. Through all this, some part of him survived. It receded into the back of his mind, always present, but never within reach. With this absence in him, something new rose to the surface. He adopted the personality of those around him, and his environment. He became sadistic, uncaring, and violent. This soon distinguished him from the other owls; He showed personality, exactly the kind that those in the higher ranks craved, other than none at all. Arthur quickly made a name for himself when he was appointed the leader of a patrol, an inquisitory detail, ironically,and did many things that haunt him to this day under his new name, Ulf. But one night his psyche broke, and his old personality returned to the surface. Whether it was the same as before the marches, or changed after, altered, corrupted, he didn't know. All he had known was St. Aggies. His whole life, everything he knew, was a carefully constructed lie. He fashioned himself a new name, Arthur, to go along with his new identity and then left, bound for the Great Tree, a place he had heard bits and pieces about. He withheld information to get into the Tree as a Guardian, lied, and remains there to this day. He sought to do good for the immeasurable bad he'd done, and his parents before him had done. He's afraid that who he was is the real him.
In Character:
Arthur spiraled downwards lazily, resting his wings. He had been flying for quite some time now, an unusual pleasure, if it could be called pleasure at that. It would be a festival day soon, and he knew that it would be the day best suited towards the work he needed to do, as he wouldn't be disturbed by the revelers if he stowed himself away in a quick enough manner, hiding behind a stack of readings in some forsaken corner of the tree. He wouldn't be missed, he knew that, but his presence in any of the proceedings of the festival wouldn't be minded, either. He mentally went over the list of books he needed to read, and then also some of the more menial tasks he needed to do. He had taken over the job of burying pellets at the roots of the tree for the festival; some owl deserved the fun more than he did. After all, he didn't mind. It was dull work, yes, but it wasn't the worst thing.
Arthur landed on one of the branches of the Great Tree and looked out at the rising sun, glowing, casting rays out against the receding night sky, vanquishing it. The moon would come back and vanquish the day, an everlasting cycle. Arthur immersed himself in his thoughts again, and remembered why he didn't go to festivals. The last time he'd went, he'd gotten tipsy, and he'd been an open book, there for all to read. He was just lucky that everyone else was impaired or distracted, because he knew that nobody would like to read him, go over his past. Then, he'd be cast away to the wind, to let it carry him where it would. He could find no other home, no other home he wanted. He would be forsaken, just like the corner of the tree that he would hide in. Better to be unrecognized than vilified.
Gender: Male
Age: 30 moons/months
Species: Barred Owl (Strix varia)
Kingdom: Great Tree
Position: Guardian (Weather Interpretation and Colliering chaws)
Code Word: (accepted)
Description:
Arthur isn't as stocky as one would expect for a Barred Owl, but still retains the normal height of his species. His eyes are deep black, almost unsettlingly so, and seem deeply sad, and his presece, while not always explicitly known, can almost be sensed. There's almost a veritable shroud around him, multiplied by the fact that such little is known about him, except that he virtually appeared out of thin air one day. His emotions can be very hard to read at times, and his motives can only be guessed at by others, and only truly known by himself. Whether he acknowledges it or not, he is undoubtedly a handsome owl; his feathers are sleek, neat, and clean, and colliering hasn't taken its toll of turning feathers black on him for the most part. The feathers on his breast are streaked vertically with brown and white, forming a complex mosaic between the colors, and this arrangement of color is present throughout his whole body. On Arthur's head, the brown appears to be replaced with a more prevalent gray-white mottling, which fades down into a brown-white-gray mottling farther down the back. His facial disc is darker than normal for a Barred Owl, making him resemble a Spotted Owl more, and the only defining characteristic he has between the two is the vertical streaks on his breast. His primaries on his wings have many pale bars present on them.
Personality:
Arthur is a staunch pragmatist, valuing what can be realistically achieved over unreachable ideals. This can sometimes pit him against other Guardians, who collectively and individually strive for the ideals of the Guardians and their own, whereas he will settle for the next best thing. Despite this, he isn't unpopular, but consequently, he also isn't very popular. This limbo-like state is a source of constant frustration for Arthur, and he endlessly grapples with whether it is a blessing or a curse, and tends to have his beliefs change sides depending on the situation that he's in. Compounding on this, Arthur doesn't really socially participate at the Great Tree, which only further ostracizes himself in the eyes of others, as he instead is either working or looking for something to work on. In the rare times that he does have time off he chooses to go off on flights by himself, to clear his head. The only way he can justify not working and instead going out on flights is as practice for the Weather Interpretation chaw, which he views as some type of work.
Arthur could be characterized by others as shy, but contrary to this Arthur chooses to be shy on purpose. He is very inward and doesn't confide in others much and chooses to silently champion his beliefs, always ready to give them out and defend them, but only when prompted. Arthur is, however, always open minded to the other side of the argument, and will always consider both sides and go with the one which he believes is better, whether his own, or another's. There are few times in which he's truly been himself, whether conscious or unconcious, and these occurences aren't common, and aren't generally seen by many owls, rather being a brief change in his state of mind, an inner peace. Instead, he is extremely hard on himself at all times, keeping himself in a viscious cycle of blame. He'll blame himself for a perceived wrong doing of his own, even minute mistakes, work on something to prove that it isn't true, and then in his overworked state either make another mistake and begin the cycle again, or obsessively look for one. In his eyes, he can do nothing right, ever, and every mistake made must've been made by him. This is presumably out of fear from his shadowed and shady past, known only to a few officials at the Great Tree, and not in good detail.
Arthur is very humble, and takes little credit for his own work, instead giving it to others. This is partly why he is overlooked by many owls, but his inward personality is another reason. He takes an interest in political matters, but believes most of it to be semantics, coming down to who has power in the situation. All in all, Arthur stops at nothing to keep himself out of the spotlight while still doing as much as he can to help at the Great Tree. His past shapes him more than he does himself.
Strengths:
-Pragmatic
-Level Headed
-Very Talented Flier
Weaknesses:
-Overworked
-Extremely Self Critical
-Social Recluse (Can be argued either way, depending on opinion)
History:
Arthur doesn't talk about his past, but rather he lives with his past looming over him, always trying to shake it off, always failing. Arthur was born into St. Aggies' system, given up by his parents that were in the organization. Never given a name, at least that he could remember, and with only having been assigned a number, his number immediately became his identity. He would often change his number to keep track of the time, to have something different in his life. The marches subsuquently wiped his number identity, leaving him with nothing. Through all this, some part of him survived. It receded into the back of his mind, always present, but never within reach. With this absence in him, something new rose to the surface. He adopted the personality of those around him, and his environment. He became sadistic, uncaring, and violent. This soon distinguished him from the other owls; He showed personality, exactly the kind that those in the higher ranks craved, other than none at all. Arthur quickly made a name for himself when he was appointed the leader of a patrol, an inquisitory detail, ironically,and did many things that haunt him to this day under his new name, Ulf. But one night his psyche broke, and his old personality returned to the surface. Whether it was the same as before the marches, or changed after, altered, corrupted, he didn't know. All he had known was St. Aggies. His whole life, everything he knew, was a carefully constructed lie. He fashioned himself a new name, Arthur, to go along with his new identity and then left, bound for the Great Tree, a place he had heard bits and pieces about. He withheld information to get into the Tree as a Guardian, lied, and remains there to this day. He sought to do good for the immeasurable bad he'd done, and his parents before him had done. He's afraid that who he was is the real him.
In Character:
Arthur spiraled downwards lazily, resting his wings. He had been flying for quite some time now, an unusual pleasure, if it could be called pleasure at that. It would be a festival day soon, and he knew that it would be the day best suited towards the work he needed to do, as he wouldn't be disturbed by the revelers if he stowed himself away in a quick enough manner, hiding behind a stack of readings in some forsaken corner of the tree. He wouldn't be missed, he knew that, but his presence in any of the proceedings of the festival wouldn't be minded, either. He mentally went over the list of books he needed to read, and then also some of the more menial tasks he needed to do. He had taken over the job of burying pellets at the roots of the tree for the festival; some owl deserved the fun more than he did. After all, he didn't mind. It was dull work, yes, but it wasn't the worst thing.
Arthur landed on one of the branches of the Great Tree and looked out at the rising sun, glowing, casting rays out against the receding night sky, vanquishing it. The moon would come back and vanquish the day, an everlasting cycle. Arthur immersed himself in his thoughts again, and remembered why he didn't go to festivals. The last time he'd went, he'd gotten tipsy, and he'd been an open book, there for all to read. He was just lucky that everyone else was impaired or distracted, because he knew that nobody would like to read him, go over his past. Then, he'd be cast away to the wind, to let it carry him where it would. He could find no other home, no other home he wanted. He would be forsaken, just like the corner of the tree that he would hide in. Better to be unrecognized than vilified.
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