Xaven

Rank » Mistral

Gender » Male

PSP » 1

Date Bonded » February 15, 2022

Bonded At » Sins of the Father by Owl

Title » Whispers of the Grave Mistral

Font » #171717

Inspiration » Corvus Corax

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There are some who insist ignorance is bliss. They’ve clearly never met this Mistral, for whom denial of information is a weapon of pants-shitting terror.

At first flush it’s easy to overlook him. After all, he’s just a Mistral, as dull as his feathers and just as easy to overlook. This un-remarkability gives him anonymity, and he’s forged it into his greatest weapon. You see, he’s a scant half step behind his genius of a West brother, but his intellect comes paired with a heaping dose of plain old common sense. He’s smart enough to execute cunning plans if he needs to, but wise enough to abort them if the odds turn against him. That’s not to say he’ll accept such odds, of course. A strong believer in ‘waste not, want not’, he’s a dab hand (claw?) at wringing advantage out of nothing. Give him an inch and he’ll manufacture a mile, turning whole worlds on their heads to benefit those under his protection. And really? Beneath the gruff and the bluster and the really terrible emo poetry... he’s not a bad bird. A little grim, a little sharp around the edges, but he cares more than he lets on. Expect him to show it in small ways: rearranging your schedule to make sure you’ve got time to recharge, scaring off that irritating bill collector, and maybe, just maybe, putting the fear of the dark into anyone dumb enough to hurt you.

Because, for better or worse, he’s very good at the whole ‘putting the fear of dark into people’ thing. A dab hand at moving unseen and unnoticed, he’s built up a thriving life in the shadows. Information brokering, thievery, racketeering... you name it, he’s probably done it, though he’s notoriously mum on the topic. Perhaps it’s for the best that he’s a consummate professional; cunning and underhanded though he may be, he’s careful to limit the scope of his illicit activities. The spy network that gets noticed is no spy network at all, and he’s worked too hard to give up all he’s built. This meticulous self-control tends to waver whenever abuse of power rears its ugly head. He holds a deep and bitter grudge against tyrants and despots and works tirelessly to dethrone them wherever they might hide. And if he just so happens to embarrass or terrify them in the process, well... that’s just how his particular brand of vigilante justice works. He’s not about to apologize for bettering the world.

A deceptively average creature, he’s simply... black. Plain, boring, rather drab coal black. His color is completely unwavering from beak to talons. Even his eyes are black. The only remarkable thing about him is his size: he’s every bit as giant as the rest of his siblings, though he’s mastered the art of appearing much smaller.

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↠ Description by Owl

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Fenwolf

Rank » Tempest

Gender » Male

PSP » 1

Date Bonded » February 15, 2022

Bonded At » Sins of the Father by Owl

Title » Blood on the Ice Tempest

Font » #8db7b8

Inspiration » Leman Russ

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When you’ve got a hammer everything looks like a nail, and if you ask him, the world’s chock full of nails. It’s his job to bang every one of them flat, and he takes an almost unholy glee in doing precisely that.

There’s not a whole lot of nuance to this Tempest. What you see is basically what you get. He’s an upfront, no-holds-barred kind of guy, perfectly aware of what he is and disinclined to change it. Then again, why should he? He’s one of the biggest and baddest birds on Planet. He’s proven that a dozen times over and has the scars to prove it. Why mess with perfection? It’s so much more fun to drink and flirt and hit everything that gets in his way really, really hard. True to form, he’s really, really good at all of those activities. You’d have to search far and wide to find a more naturally talented fighter, and he’s had a lifetime to hone that inherent skill into brutal expertise. The sheer joy he takes in living his admittedly-hedonistic life is infectious, too. It’s hard to watch him charge through daily life and not feel something for the big brute of a bird. Sure, that ‘something’ might be stark raving terror, but he’s not about to let something that trivial ruffle his feathers. Fear is almost as good as reverence in his books, and he thrives on a steady diet of both.

Every bit as harsh as the tundras he’s so fond of, he lives by the law of ‘nature, red in tooth and claw’. Violence isn’t the solution; it’s the question, and his answer is always ‘more’. More bloodshed, more fighting, more destruction, just more- and if you can’t keep up, you’re just another obstacle for him to tear down. He’s got a deep and vocal distaste for magic and technology, viewing both as tools the weak use to hamper the strong. If you need such crutches to keep going you’re just delaying the inevitable, and he’ll pull no punches when telling you as much. It’s an opinion that’s won him few allies among the outer world and more than a little scorn from other leaders. While he looks down his beak at anyone he views as lesser-than- and let’s be real, almost everyone is ‘lesser-than’ in comparison to him- he saves a special enmity for his West brother. The bad blood between them is old and deep and all the stronger for it. Given half a chance he’d take matters into his own talons and settle the feud once and for all. It’ll be up to his bondmate, poor fool that they are, to keep his more murderous impulses in check.

A great hulking bear of an arathli, there’s something primal, almost primeval about his build. Maybe it’s the shaggy feathers, or the fierce ice-blue eyes, or the half-crouched way he holds himself ready to spring.The most likely culprit, however, is his coloring: he’s the standard Tempest mix of greys and whites, laid out in a pattern indistinguishable from a wolf’s. His belly is white, his back and wings heavily ticked with black, and those unnervingly pale eyes of his are surrounded by a distinctive mask.

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↠ Description by Owl

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Embrose

Rank » Chinook

Gender » Female

PSP » 1

Date Bonded » June 20, 2020

Bonded At » Trial and Error by Nicolai

Title » Upon A Dream Chinook

Font » #c10e71

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Dreamy, with a head up in the clouds, she's bursting to the gills with stories, poems, and music. With an imagination to rival many, she weaves words like a master, creating vivid imagery in whatever she is saying. Sometimes, this makes her forgetful of the important things, of the life around her, but she does not mean any harm and will always apologize -- though don't expect a lesson learned. Indulge her, interact with her, and she'll love all the more, baring her soul with flowery poetry and haunting songs.

A warm sunrise over a spring meadow, she's a mixture of soft lavender, and speckled pale yellow, while the underside of her wings darken to rose-pink.

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↠ Description by Nicolai