Post by aquilae on Oct 21, 2016 18:46:50 GMT -7
Name:Arctik
Age: Fledgling
Gender:Female
Breed: Gyrfalcon
Category:Birds of Prey
Eye Color: Whitish-Iceblue
Feather Color: Mostly white, with brown spots on her wings, head, and chest. As she gets older, the brown feathers will turn into a dark silver color.
Physical Build: Arctik is a slightly more muscular falcon, although her build is reasonably average. She's had to learn how to hunt by herself, so she's lean. Her flying techniques are short sprints of activity, then longer, more gliding strokes. As her Talons and sharp beak are a source of pride for her, and a crucial part of survival for the fledgling, she sharpens them on rocks, bones, and trees often.
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Personality:Arctik is a quiet bird, for the most part. Preferring to stand and listen, then speak if necessary, Arctik has learned many things from other adults nesting nearby as a chick. She firmly believes in Survival of the Fittest, and is harsh on other birds who don't follow her way of living, whipping them up drill-sarge style. Of course, this is all because she cares about others, but shows it in a rather... Unique way. Not one quick to trust, once you have Arctik's loyalty, she'll have your back for a long time.
History: Arctik was hatched in a clutch of two, parented by relatively docile parents. When she started to try to fly, her family was killed by another bird of prey, and she only survived because she was away, getting into trouble. Arctik is now just trying to makes difference in this world.
Lineage: Common Lineage, though she works hard to stand out despite her ordinary beginnings.
Extra Comments: Optional
Sample Post:
Arctik looked down, her gaze settling on the rocks far below, visible only to her sharp raptor eyes. One failed fall and - kersplat! - she'd be a feathery flatcake. The young gyrfalcon knew she shouldn't be this high up, but hopping from lower ledges was so boring! Glancing furtively around to make sure others weren't there to criticize her, she took a deep breath and jumped out of the ledge.
Arctik began falling, and she had to fight to open her wings. The rushing air tore the old, branchling downy feathers out of her preened feathers. Snapping open her wings halfway to the ground, the wind snatched them cruelly and put a strain on her shoulders and chest. Wincing, but managing a strong downstroke, the gyrfalcon rose.
A whoop tore itself out of her throat, ending as a screech of triumph as she extended her flight feathers, feeling the air lift her up. Twitching the ends of the wings, she adjusted, as she had seen many older falcons do.
In a sudden rush, she folded her wings in close to her body and plummeted straight down for ten feet or so, opening them again. It was not as perfect as she would have liked it, wobbling and almost losing her balance, but she did it!
Arctik was flying.
Age: Fledgling
Gender:Female
Breed: Gyrfalcon
Category:Birds of Prey
Eye Color: Whitish-Iceblue
Feather Color: Mostly white, with brown spots on her wings, head, and chest. As she gets older, the brown feathers will turn into a dark silver color.
Physical Build: Arctik is a slightly more muscular falcon, although her build is reasonably average. She's had to learn how to hunt by herself, so she's lean. Her flying techniques are short sprints of activity, then longer, more gliding strokes. As her Talons and sharp beak are a source of pride for her, and a crucial part of survival for the fledgling, she sharpens them on rocks, bones, and trees often.
Picture:
Personality:Arctik is a quiet bird, for the most part. Preferring to stand and listen, then speak if necessary, Arctik has learned many things from other adults nesting nearby as a chick. She firmly believes in Survival of the Fittest, and is harsh on other birds who don't follow her way of living, whipping them up drill-sarge style. Of course, this is all because she cares about others, but shows it in a rather... Unique way. Not one quick to trust, once you have Arctik's loyalty, she'll have your back for a long time.
History: Arctik was hatched in a clutch of two, parented by relatively docile parents. When she started to try to fly, her family was killed by another bird of prey, and she only survived because she was away, getting into trouble. Arctik is now just trying to makes difference in this world.
Lineage: Common Lineage, though she works hard to stand out despite her ordinary beginnings.
Extra Comments: Optional
Sample Post:
Arctik looked down, her gaze settling on the rocks far below, visible only to her sharp raptor eyes. One failed fall and - kersplat! - she'd be a feathery flatcake. The young gyrfalcon knew she shouldn't be this high up, but hopping from lower ledges was so boring! Glancing furtively around to make sure others weren't there to criticize her, she took a deep breath and jumped out of the ledge.
Arctik began falling, and she had to fight to open her wings. The rushing air tore the old, branchling downy feathers out of her preened feathers. Snapping open her wings halfway to the ground, the wind snatched them cruelly and put a strain on her shoulders and chest. Wincing, but managing a strong downstroke, the gyrfalcon rose.
A whoop tore itself out of her throat, ending as a screech of triumph as she extended her flight feathers, feeling the air lift her up. Twitching the ends of the wings, she adjusted, as she had seen many older falcons do.
In a sudden rush, she folded her wings in close to her body and plummeted straight down for ten feet or so, opening them again. It was not as perfect as she would have liked it, wobbling and almost losing her balance, but she did it!
Arctik was flying.
