Wren x Bass Babies!
10-30-2014, 01:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-02-2014, 03:51 PM by Ellasyn.)
Starling Destruction
Male ? Newborn ? Neutral ? 38 Inches ? 101 pounds
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Personality
Starling truly shines from the inside, though he never believes that he does. He nearly acts like a child, not in energy levels but rather in the innocence he carries each day. An innocence that might never be extinguished, not even as the cruel hands of the world plays with him. He believes in all that is good in the world, especially in the natural world. Each plant has it's purpose, in his mind, he only needs to find what each one does. A true Herbalist a heart, he has a dream to find and identify each and every herb. He has an innate skill of memorizing each name and matching it to the need provided. An avid learner, it is his whole world to learn everything he can about the skill he was given, because he fears it is his only use.
Among his siblings he is probably the gentlest, he desires to have nothing to do with battle except to heal the wounds it causes. A timid creature, his voice is always soft unless he is in his element. It is only when he feels truly comfortable that he shows confidence, and it is only the art of healing where he feels comfortable. It is his life, his world, because it is the only thing he believes he is able to do. When it comes to confrontation, or any other situation, Starling seems to almost sink into himself. Perhaps he will overcome his fearfulness in his later years, but that has yet to be proven.
He comes from a good, loving family, and with it seeds of love and devotion bloomed. He cares for everyone dearly, even if he is intimidated at times. His devotion for his family is his platform, his stability. If it were not for them, the boy would be lost within his own mind and his own self-doubt. It's their affection and love that helps him bloom over the years, helps him shed some of his timidness and grow more and more confident in his shoes. His shoulder is always ready to be leant upon, and his ears are always open, for he knows that having someone to listen can heal the mind as well as plants could heal wounds. He could be seeing as a therapeutic healer as well, always there with a psychological view point on any problems. His mind his sharp, and analytical, a tell of his intelligence.
But it is self-doubt that stunts his growth emotionally. He can be irrational at times, despite his mind telling him he is wrong. He is sensitive to everything people say, and at times words can manage to cut deep into him despite their intention. The boy believes he has little use, that there's better healers out there, that he is the weakest of their family. His gawky body does not help his confidence levels either. Despite his family's reputation and the standing they hold on this land, he still holds a strong self-doubt, even as he matures and blossoms. It is something he might never be able to shed.
Among his siblings he is probably the gentlest, he desires to have nothing to do with battle except to heal the wounds it causes. A timid creature, his voice is always soft unless he is in his element. It is only when he feels truly comfortable that he shows confidence, and it is only the art of healing where he feels comfortable. It is his life, his world, because it is the only thing he believes he is able to do. When it comes to confrontation, or any other situation, Starling seems to almost sink into himself. Perhaps he will overcome his fearfulness in his later years, but that has yet to be proven.
He comes from a good, loving family, and with it seeds of love and devotion bloomed. He cares for everyone dearly, even if he is intimidated at times. His devotion for his family is his platform, his stability. If it were not for them, the boy would be lost within his own mind and his own self-doubt. It's their affection and love that helps him bloom over the years, helps him shed some of his timidness and grow more and more confident in his shoes. His shoulder is always ready to be leant upon, and his ears are always open, for he knows that having someone to listen can heal the mind as well as plants could heal wounds. He could be seeing as a therapeutic healer as well, always there with a psychological view point on any problems. His mind his sharp, and analytical, a tell of his intelligence.
But it is self-doubt that stunts his growth emotionally. He can be irrational at times, despite his mind telling him he is wrong. He is sensitive to everything people say, and at times words can manage to cut deep into him despite their intention. The boy believes he has little use, that there's better healers out there, that he is the weakest of their family. His gawky body does not help his confidence levels either. Despite his family's reputation and the standing they hold on this land, he still holds a strong self-doubt, even as he matures and blossoms. It is something he might never be able to shed.
Description
Adult Ref
Starling, from the first moment he could walk, would always be seen as gawky, scrawny. As a child his fur would mask the awkward way his body grew, but as he great older and developed in years it would become quite obvious. He would max out at a full 38" but the lack of muscles and lack of extra body weight tops him at a light 101 lbs. Appearing like a bull in a china shop, Starling holds this air of awkwardness, as if he is never meant to be exactly where he is. Perhaps it is more because he doesn't seem remotely comfortable in his body.
A color akin to liver colors his entire gawky frame, adding no spectacular shine or beauty to his appearance. He is not something noteable, not something memorable. Each of his markings are a pure white, a soft snow that cuts through the dull browns of his fur. The white begins at the tips of his ears, cutting down his back almost akin to that of a skunk, chopping along his shoulders and flank before spreading down to his tail tips. His toes almost look dipped in the white, spreading along the backs of his legs and up to his elbow. He had inherited his father's nose stripe, and his mother's eye marking, both the same white that breaks up the rest of his appearance, and it is those markings that he adores the most.
Starling, from the first moment he could walk, would always be seen as gawky, scrawny. As a child his fur would mask the awkward way his body grew, but as he great older and developed in years it would become quite obvious. He would max out at a full 38" but the lack of muscles and lack of extra body weight tops him at a light 101 lbs. Appearing like a bull in a china shop, Starling holds this air of awkwardness, as if he is never meant to be exactly where he is. Perhaps it is more because he doesn't seem remotely comfortable in his body.
A color akin to liver colors his entire gawky frame, adding no spectacular shine or beauty to his appearance. He is not something noteable, not something memorable. Each of his markings are a pure white, a soft snow that cuts through the dull browns of his fur. The white begins at the tips of his ears, cutting down his back almost akin to that of a skunk, chopping along his shoulders and flank before spreading down to his tail tips. His toes almost look dipped in the white, spreading along the backs of his legs and up to his elbow. He had inherited his father's nose stripe, and his mother's eye marking, both the same white that breaks up the rest of his appearance, and it is those markings that he adores the most.
Other Information
Relationship to Family: He loves everyone, but is often intimidated by their respective strength, knowledge and position in the family. Devoted to make them happy, keep them healthy, and always there to be a sound board for their problems.
Notes: I will have enough for the two extra inches really soon, and I plan to buy him a small accessory necklace (pictured in the adult ref) when I can afford it. You know, if I am chosen of course.
Roleplay Example
His small paw tapped rhythmically against the ground, thumping in time with the beating of his heart echoing in his ears. The largest blue eyes gazed out over the expanse of brush before him, searching for the the off-white petals of his memory. Yet he didn't move to search, he merely stayed where he was, counting the heart beats to measure the length of time it would take for him to spot the precious flower. And then he smirked, secretly to himself, before he slipped forward. His movements were delicate, careful so as not to step and crush something that could potentially save a life. "Oh.." He breathed as he peered down at the littest of flowers, knowing that this was the exact specimen he had been sent to find. A test of his knowledge, and he had succeeded. His joy swayed through his body like a gentle breeze, tail swishing behind him before he dipped his head to carefully pick the flower from the ground. His movements were cautious, careful, the most delicate he could manage.
Once he had his set of flowers cradled carefully by their stems in his jaws he turned back, bounding over the grass that had been laid out for him, aiming to return home to complete his test. He couldn't wait to see the joy on his mentor's face, his eyes shining at the knowledge that he had done some good. That he was right, that he excelled at something. But then, he paused, heart fluttering in his chest and a quick breath huffing from his nose. What if this wasn't the flower she had intended for him to find. What if his siblings had beaten him home, had succeeded in their tests before he could even find the flower. Fifteen heart beats had been too long, he should have found it sooner. Eyes widened as he took a step back, feeling the anxiety creep through his chest before he shook his head.
No, he was being silly. It mattered not if he won, it mattered little if he was the first to return home. All that mattered was that he had the right plant, and he didn't dally. With a deep breath through his nose he headed home once more, with less joy and exuberance, his ears laying flat against his skull and his head hung low.
Once he had his set of flowers cradled carefully by their stems in his jaws he turned back, bounding over the grass that had been laid out for him, aiming to return home to complete his test. He couldn't wait to see the joy on his mentor's face, his eyes shining at the knowledge that he had done some good. That he was right, that he excelled at something. But then, he paused, heart fluttering in his chest and a quick breath huffing from his nose. What if this wasn't the flower she had intended for him to find. What if his siblings had beaten him home, had succeeded in their tests before he could even find the flower. Fifteen heart beats had been too long, he should have found it sooner. Eyes widened as he took a step back, feeling the anxiety creep through his chest before he shook his head.
No, he was being silly. It mattered not if he won, it mattered little if he was the first to return home. All that mattered was that he had the right plant, and he didn't dally. With a deep breath through his nose he headed home once more, with less joy and exuberance, his ears laying flat against his skull and his head hung low.
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