Post by lisakashnovi on Jun 23, 2015 21:31:48 GMT -7
Name: Sierra
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Breed: Hen
Category: Game bird I think...
Eye Color: Black
Feather Color: White with black edges
Physical Build: Although Sierra is a hen, she has a slim, almost pigeon-like build, unlike the usual hen build. She also has sleeker feathers and and longer tail feathers.
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Personality: Sierra is extremely shy and jumpy, usually just standing or hiding in the background. She almost never talks, and absolutely HATES conflict. She is extremely cautious and is always worrying about predators, sometimes causing her to make bad decisions and tends to give her a childish demeanor. She does, however, adore chicks and young birds, often cuddling them to death and hovering around them adoringly and trying to keep them safe. She'll go away if you ask, but often comes back not only because she isn't very good at resisting temptation, but because of how forgetful she is.
Sample Post: Sierra carefully hopped around the bush, berries covering nearly every stem. It seemed no one had found it yet, as there were no tracks around it. She narrowed her eyes. This could only mean one thing. This was a trap set up by some evil hungry predator fancying a bird. Well she wan't going to be that bird. She backed away, then came back in again. After all, that is good food, right there. But, it is right there. It's too good to be true. Sierra turned around and walked away. "It's a trap. I know it. As soon as I eat, some starving... uh.. something.... is going to come out and eat me." She stopped. "B-but.. I'm starving." She turned back around. "I guess that settles it then." She said and nodded like someone was listening. Slowly she edged towards the bush and lightly touched it. It suddenly rustled, causing her to try (and fail) to fly several times, squawking and ending up on her back. A rabbit poked his head out. It looked at Sierra nonchalantly, then continued on with it's business. "W-W-W-Wah... You scared me! That's so mean!" She scrambled to stand upright and huffed angrily. "Well, I guess your warren is under here. You were just protecting your home, right Bunny? I get it." She patted it on the shoulder. It hissed at her and darted back under the bush. "Oh... O-Okay. Bye Bunny..."
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Breed: Hen
Category: Game bird I think...
Eye Color: Black
Feather Color: White with black edges
Physical Build: Although Sierra is a hen, she has a slim, almost pigeon-like build, unlike the usual hen build. She also has sleeker feathers and and longer tail feathers.
Picture:
Personality: Sierra is extremely shy and jumpy, usually just standing or hiding in the background. She almost never talks, and absolutely HATES conflict. She is extremely cautious and is always worrying about predators, sometimes causing her to make bad decisions and tends to give her a childish demeanor. She does, however, adore chicks and young birds, often cuddling them to death and hovering around them adoringly and trying to keep them safe. She'll go away if you ask, but often comes back not only because she isn't very good at resisting temptation, but because of how forgetful she is.
Sample Post: Sierra carefully hopped around the bush, berries covering nearly every stem. It seemed no one had found it yet, as there were no tracks around it. She narrowed her eyes. This could only mean one thing. This was a trap set up by some evil hungry predator fancying a bird. Well she wan't going to be that bird. She backed away, then came back in again. After all, that is good food, right there. But, it is right there. It's too good to be true. Sierra turned around and walked away. "It's a trap. I know it. As soon as I eat, some starving... uh.. something.... is going to come out and eat me." She stopped. "B-but.. I'm starving." She turned back around. "I guess that settles it then." She said and nodded like someone was listening. Slowly she edged towards the bush and lightly touched it. It suddenly rustled, causing her to try (and fail) to fly several times, squawking and ending up on her back. A rabbit poked his head out. It looked at Sierra nonchalantly, then continued on with it's business. "W-W-W-Wah... You scared me! That's so mean!" She scrambled to stand upright and huffed angrily. "Well, I guess your warren is under here. You were just protecting your home, right Bunny? I get it." She patted it on the shoulder. It hissed at her and darted back under the bush. "Oh... O-Okay. Bye Bunny..."
