Post by tabasco on Dec 3, 2007 23:54:55 GMT -5
Name: Tabasco Beadfeather
Age: Approximately 6 Years
Gender: Female
Species: Red-Shouldered Hawk
Occupation: Abbey Bellringer
Physical Description/Distinguishing Features: Though considerably taller than your average hawk, Tabasco's weight finds a moderate balance within her height measure, creating an elegant sweeping line that is prominent throughout her portable, feathery bulk. Regal, but with a sort of primal manner, Tabasco is a healthy bird- and although neglected at times, her plumage is otherwise preened habitually.
Tabasco's distinct color scheme is a reminiscence of the Autumn season, the plethora of browns, reds and oranges decorating her feathers like the leaves themselves. Her breast feathers resemble a checkerboard of white and orange, while her wings, backside and tail feathers are blackish brown, hatched with opalescent white. Her slim, arrow-shaped head is striped with tan and gray. A distinguishing feature are her copper-red shoulder patches, which some believe at first glance to be wounds.
Both Tabasco's talon and beak are murderous, and which creatures fear more than the other is something to be decided. A savage weapon, her hooked beak is pearly blue tapering into black, protruding from a yellow cere at the apex of her head. Onyx talons, housed within fleshy, yellow encasings, are formidable and keen edged, with three separate toes to the front, and one to the back.
Her eyes are perhaps the only characteristics that betray her neutrality. They are not wild, roving things; nor are they calm and serene. Still, they are round and ferocious, peering out like amber droplets from under permanently knitted feathery brows.
Possessions: Tabasco carries nothing of any particular value, shying from the unnecessary and anything with certain bulk that she would carry on a regular basis. Once, in her early life, some creature braided two leather cords into her headfeathers, each embellished with wine-coloured beads.
Personality: Birds of prey are commonly stereotyped as being menacing, instinctive beasts of the sky. Tabasco is virtually the opposite. She's the practical sort, but you could more call her casual on first impression. Social, outgoing, and only slightly stubborn, she isn't very average when speaking of an average bird of prey. Though somewhat uneducated, and while strategy isn't her strong point, Tab is brilliant in her own sense. She has an excellent sense of direction, combined with a wit that can either be comical or sarcastic.
She delights in smalltalk and adores friendly company; providing she is able to gain mutual trust or respect, which is imaginably hard for a hawk. When moody or confronted, she becomes defensive, and has reluctant tendencies to back out of a argument, even if it may become prone to something physical. Something that isn't out of the ordinary is the feral impulse she relies on to hunt or battle.
Strengths: Tabasco is a fairly athletic bird; her wings are immense and powerful, and make for quick getaways via flight. And while she might not be very good with strategy, she has an excellent sense of direction, combined with an eyesight that most hawks are infamous for.
Weaknesses: Being quite large in comparison to common Woodlanders, she is an easy target to be shot down. That being said, Tabasco has a deeply rooted fear of bow and arrows, immediately becoming frantic when in presence of an archer.
History: Tabasco was raised in the typical, almost generic way all young birds are brought up. She was hatched in a nest constructed of branch, moss and her own mother's plumage, far to the East of Mossflower country. She was the first of two eggs to break from an oval speckled shell. Not long after, her brother Socrates followed, becoming the younger of the two. The two chick siblings were guardianed by two loving, hawk parents, each proud of their lively offspring. Fed daily and then otherwise left to their own devices under the watchful eye of either mother or father, the two fledglings lived a happy early life. It was neither eventful, nor boring, a perfect balance of the both, as every young creature's life should be.
During late adolescence, the identical pair were encouraged to leave the nest, and with no clear objection, Tabasco flew West and Socrates flew South.
Not educated in maths, Tabasco did not count the seasons as they passed, merely observing the change in weather when appropriate for herself. She had flown over great expanses of scrubland, in between low mountains, and occasionally through marshes and small groves of pine. She had made no real friends throughout her journey, save for a few one-time acquaintances with creatures such as crows, cats, and a harvest mouse.
This particular harvest mouse, after being rescued by a lost Tabasco from a swamp filled with trident-armed toads, had repaid the hawk with food and directions leading out of the pungent marsh. The two had bonded, even traveling together for quarter of a season before reluctantly parting. As a farewell gift, the folksy mouse had tied his broken leather sling to her headfeathers, and in return the hawk had spared one of her precious tail feathers, usually worth a nice sum to peddlers.
Before her encounter with the mouse, Tabasco had never heard of Mossflower country. Needless to say, she had never heard of the Abbey that found home within it, either. The mouse often indulged in telling Tabasco the legends and lore surrounding the abbey, and country itself. Genuinely interested, Tabasco found this as an optional destination. Either way, according to the mouse, she had to just keep following her Western route.
The red building turned out to be a wonderful place where she found welcome hospitality and solace, if not met by a few wary glances after her arrival. She has been living among with the abbeydwellers for four years as of present day, and during this time she has built a nest on one of the belltower's out-croppings. Because of this, the council at the time offered the bird position of bellringer; not only because of where she had chosen to make herself a home, but also because of her most obvious capability for the job. Easy access, and a sharp eye.
Relationships:
Father: Roc Talonstrength
Mother: Chian Peacheyes
Brother: Socrates Sharpcall
Mate: None, preferably.
Other: Tabasco tends to speak in choppy fragments, usually beginning or ending her speach with a 'keh', or other chirping/shrieking noises. She has a tendancy to refer to herself not as 'I', but as 'this bird'.
Age: Approximately 6 Years
Gender: Female
Species: Red-Shouldered Hawk
Occupation: Abbey Bellringer
Physical Description/Distinguishing Features: Though considerably taller than your average hawk, Tabasco's weight finds a moderate balance within her height measure, creating an elegant sweeping line that is prominent throughout her portable, feathery bulk. Regal, but with a sort of primal manner, Tabasco is a healthy bird- and although neglected at times, her plumage is otherwise preened habitually.
Tabasco's distinct color scheme is a reminiscence of the Autumn season, the plethora of browns, reds and oranges decorating her feathers like the leaves themselves. Her breast feathers resemble a checkerboard of white and orange, while her wings, backside and tail feathers are blackish brown, hatched with opalescent white. Her slim, arrow-shaped head is striped with tan and gray. A distinguishing feature are her copper-red shoulder patches, which some believe at first glance to be wounds.
Both Tabasco's talon and beak are murderous, and which creatures fear more than the other is something to be decided. A savage weapon, her hooked beak is pearly blue tapering into black, protruding from a yellow cere at the apex of her head. Onyx talons, housed within fleshy, yellow encasings, are formidable and keen edged, with three separate toes to the front, and one to the back.
Her eyes are perhaps the only characteristics that betray her neutrality. They are not wild, roving things; nor are they calm and serene. Still, they are round and ferocious, peering out like amber droplets from under permanently knitted feathery brows.
Possessions: Tabasco carries nothing of any particular value, shying from the unnecessary and anything with certain bulk that she would carry on a regular basis. Once, in her early life, some creature braided two leather cords into her headfeathers, each embellished with wine-coloured beads.
Personality: Birds of prey are commonly stereotyped as being menacing, instinctive beasts of the sky. Tabasco is virtually the opposite. She's the practical sort, but you could more call her casual on first impression. Social, outgoing, and only slightly stubborn, she isn't very average when speaking of an average bird of prey. Though somewhat uneducated, and while strategy isn't her strong point, Tab is brilliant in her own sense. She has an excellent sense of direction, combined with a wit that can either be comical or sarcastic.
She delights in smalltalk and adores friendly company; providing she is able to gain mutual trust or respect, which is imaginably hard for a hawk. When moody or confronted, she becomes defensive, and has reluctant tendencies to back out of a argument, even if it may become prone to something physical. Something that isn't out of the ordinary is the feral impulse she relies on to hunt or battle.
Strengths: Tabasco is a fairly athletic bird; her wings are immense and powerful, and make for quick getaways via flight. And while she might not be very good with strategy, she has an excellent sense of direction, combined with an eyesight that most hawks are infamous for.
Weaknesses: Being quite large in comparison to common Woodlanders, she is an easy target to be shot down. That being said, Tabasco has a deeply rooted fear of bow and arrows, immediately becoming frantic when in presence of an archer.
History: Tabasco was raised in the typical, almost generic way all young birds are brought up. She was hatched in a nest constructed of branch, moss and her own mother's plumage, far to the East of Mossflower country. She was the first of two eggs to break from an oval speckled shell. Not long after, her brother Socrates followed, becoming the younger of the two. The two chick siblings were guardianed by two loving, hawk parents, each proud of their lively offspring. Fed daily and then otherwise left to their own devices under the watchful eye of either mother or father, the two fledglings lived a happy early life. It was neither eventful, nor boring, a perfect balance of the both, as every young creature's life should be.
During late adolescence, the identical pair were encouraged to leave the nest, and with no clear objection, Tabasco flew West and Socrates flew South.
Not educated in maths, Tabasco did not count the seasons as they passed, merely observing the change in weather when appropriate for herself. She had flown over great expanses of scrubland, in between low mountains, and occasionally through marshes and small groves of pine. She had made no real friends throughout her journey, save for a few one-time acquaintances with creatures such as crows, cats, and a harvest mouse.
This particular harvest mouse, after being rescued by a lost Tabasco from a swamp filled with trident-armed toads, had repaid the hawk with food and directions leading out of the pungent marsh. The two had bonded, even traveling together for quarter of a season before reluctantly parting. As a farewell gift, the folksy mouse had tied his broken leather sling to her headfeathers, and in return the hawk had spared one of her precious tail feathers, usually worth a nice sum to peddlers.
Before her encounter with the mouse, Tabasco had never heard of Mossflower country. Needless to say, she had never heard of the Abbey that found home within it, either. The mouse often indulged in telling Tabasco the legends and lore surrounding the abbey, and country itself. Genuinely interested, Tabasco found this as an optional destination. Either way, according to the mouse, she had to just keep following her Western route.
The red building turned out to be a wonderful place where she found welcome hospitality and solace, if not met by a few wary glances after her arrival. She has been living among with the abbeydwellers for four years as of present day, and during this time she has built a nest on one of the belltower's out-croppings. Because of this, the council at the time offered the bird position of bellringer; not only because of where she had chosen to make herself a home, but also because of her most obvious capability for the job. Easy access, and a sharp eye.
Relationships:
Father: Roc Talonstrength
Mother: Chian Peacheyes
Brother: Socrates Sharpcall
Mate: None, preferably.
Other: Tabasco tends to speak in choppy fragments, usually beginning or ending her speach with a 'keh', or other chirping/shrieking noises. She has a tendancy to refer to herself not as 'I', but as 'this bird'.
