Tʜᴇ Rᴏᴀᴅ Lᴇss Tʀᴀᴠᴇʟʟᴇᴅ Bʏ {literate ; closed}

[Razzles]

Still a WIP, but if you read and see anything you want me to change, just say so. :) Done...? Finished! :)

► name Ioree (EYE-yo-ree) Zera (ZEH-ra). “No, Zera is not my last name -- it’s part of my first. Call me any of those and nothing else; that means I expect no nicknames… unless I give you permission to invent a cute one.”
► age Sixteen. “Don’t I look younger in the picture, though? I do? Why, thank you. I may no longer be a kitty, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve lost my charm.”
► gender Female. “And proud of it.”
► species She’s a domestic shorthair. “I may seem small as well as whatever-negative-adjectives-there-are-that-you-would-associate-with-my-species, but don’t let it allow you to underestimate me. I’m a feline with an extraordinary personality that will blow your butts off.”
► other half Ari. “I'm the only one entitled to make fun of him.”

► appearance “Huh. Do I really have to go into details? Doesn’t the photo tell you everything?” Glance at her once and you’ll see an ordinary house-cat with gray fur. Take the time to stare at her and then you’ll notice that her foreign-type body is covered in a short, refreshing cool-gray fur with a trail of white starting from her muzzle down to her underbelly; however, the color known to symbolize purity doesn’t stop there: even her paws are splashed with it, which is why Ioree tells everyone that nobody will ever catch her red-pawed for whatever misdeed she commits. Corniness aside, another thing that spices up her overall appearance are her mackerel stripes -- the thick lines that make themselves stand out by having a darker shade than that of her animal hair; those on her torso are vertical, while those on her tail as well as fore and hind legs are horizontal. Anyone who has a considerable amount of knowledge regarding felines will immediately conclude that the tabby gene is dominant in her and to further prove it, is the ‘symbol’ of the tabbies: the “M” on the forehead. Shifting the focus on her modern-wedge caput, on it lie two triangular ears with their tips being more pointed than rounded. They’re considerably erect and set apart to a fair degree -- just enough to cause her to (in a way) emanate a mellow expression. That is, if you try to not pay attention to her slightly-slanted eyes which take the form of an oval. Some actually allege that they’re scary, but whether it’s because of the light olive-green irises inside or the fact that Ioree usually keeps them in a semi-squinted form, no one dares to say. “I can understand the latter part, but what does the color of my organs for seeing have to do with the frightening aspect? I think it’s quite pretty, if not alluring. And wait a minute… my nose. My inversely-triangular, reddish-pink nose was not mentioned. How could this person forget about my nose?!”

Although these numbers aren’t visibly ready unless the right tool is utilized, they are still worth mentioning: forty-five centimeters represents her body length, with an extra twenty-eight for her tail; if measured vertically from head to paw, twenty-three centimeters would be shown. Ioree -- similar to female humans -- doesn’t like talking about her weight and tries her best to keep it at eight pounds flat. “That takes heaps of effort, you know.”

► personality Ioree is stubborn. This has got to be the most obvious trait of this particular feline. No matter who you are, as long as she is not in favor of what you ask her to do, she won’t oblige -- she’ll either pay no attention to you or utter refusal-fuelled words. As a result, Zera is often regarded as a cat whose ears are merely on for display and who’s downright disrespectful. Although her pride can be set lower albeit momentarily when it comes to the individuals whom she considers important in her life, it’s still rather hard to coax or persuade or plead her to change her mind and do something that she decided not to. If you happen to know what her weakness is, that is to say what can make her obey you, then lucky you -- things will become amazingly easier. When she does give in, it’s never without a pout.

Ioree possesses an alarming pack of self-confidence. If the doggedness isn’t the most apparent, then it’s probably this. Every term and sentence that comes out of her mouth is undeniably filled with a tone of confidence; heck, even her actions give off an air of it. As an example, whenever something’s amiss, Zera declares lines such as “I’ll take care of this” or “Leave this to me” with a smirk on her face. If she succeeds, she’ll hold her head high, smirking even wider as her eyes shine and seem more squinted than they already do. Conversely, should she fail, a grin without any hint of disappointment would be the one to appear and is coupled with the words: “Chill. I’m sometimes… ohm… really reckless, yeah. That. But hey, at least I tried.” While some admire her for this, there more of those who dislike her because -- as they claim -- it’s too much to bear with. Zera, on the other hand, doesn’t actually care; in her point of view, every creature can think of her in any way they want… even though they don’t have any idea who she really is.

Ioree has an inquisitive mind. A cat will always be such a curious critter regardless of what breed is registered in its DNA, and Zera is not excluded from this fact. Truth be told, her curiosity is practically the sole entity that keeps her active. Well, that and her desire to not gain weight. She’s fond of asking an endless sea of questions about whatever it was that piqued her interest, and she really won’t cease until she obtains the answers that will flush out the raging “who’s, what’s, when’s, where’s, and how’s” inside her head. If, for some reason, no one was able to present the ‘right’ reply, then she would fish for them herself by doing experiments or technically anything within the borders of her ability. Nothing’s impossible for her whenever she’s in the “I need to gather every bit of information” mode.

Ioree can be sweet. While the first two characteristics battle for the title of “Most Noticeable,” this quality wins “Most Surprising” due to it being hidden almost all the time; in fact, Zera will show this side of her only when she has hurt someone whom she holds dear, though she tries arduously to avoid doing such a deed. The sweet Zera displays no sign of her stiff-necked half, which is why those who get showered by her affection end up feeling either too dumbfounded to stay mad at her, or so overwhelmed that they forget the pain. In this state, she keeps her eyes fully open to make them see the emotion in them -- the sincerity in her tender actions. “The eyes are the windows to the soul, after all,” she would think, hoping that they wouldn’t misinterpret anything. The single downside of this is that, once she’s certain that she has managed to sort everything out, she’ll revert to her ‘normal’ self -- a disappointment to many.

Ioree excels in hiding. You think you’ve seen enough of this feline? Think again. The arrogance she presents to everyone is but a façade -- it’s her way of cloaking her real emotions. Zera doesn’t want anyone to know how weak she truly is; she prefers to let them think of her as an overly-confident brat than as a pitiful excuse for a cat. Confused yet? Go back to the example that was written above. Her choice of words may come out as aggressive, yet in her mind it’s actually more of “Please let me help” or “Don’t worry, I’m here.” The shine in her eyes is actually the tears that she attempts to hold back by narrowing her aforementioned body parts and conceal through keeping her head high as well as looking up. The feeling of being able to have helped is, to her, among the best emotional sensations ever; and since she’s a sensitive kitty, Zera couldn’t help but cry whenever she’s triumphant in giving out a paw to those who need it. The maniacal grin? It’s another tactic for hiding the water of sadness. Now if you’re someone who’s critical when it comes to language, perhaps you can use that ability to decode a hidden message behind a message: “Chill. (I'm) (s)ometimes... (o)hm, (r)eally... (r)eckless, (y)eah. That. But hey, at least I tried.”

► interests Being a cat, Ioree likes fish; however, unlike most of the breeds, she is fond of swimming. “Told you I’m extraordinary. Anyway, I’ll do all the talking now. I’m interested in, as mentioned, swimming. Yes, swimming because I just love how it cools me off in hot days even without the need of electricity. Oh, and the best part is that I get to create adorable waves through my charming way of splashing the water. Any activity that will help me stay fit, such as chasing toys, is another thing that stimulates me. Of course, I need some beauty relaxation or whatever should that be properly called, and thus you can expect me to laze around -- often in the form of sunbathing or sitting on a soft patch of grass while I gaze at the starry night sky.”

► strengths Thanks to her feline genetics, Ioree has a great sense of hearing as well as amazing climbing skills. Also, as a result of engaging in recreational activities, she has become an excellent runner with flexibility that will make even an Olympic athlete jealous. These add up to her being quite the hunter -- not merely of prey, but of secrets or information too. If you take into consideration the fact that she can put up a façade for long periods of time, then you can say that this cat is good in deception.

► weaknesses Honesty: Ioree has difficulty in expressing her emotions. She can’t bear being alone, but her bravado usually drives people and other animals away. To cut everything short: Ioree is a complicated cat, a reason for her to be misunderstood and misjudged.

► other “I don’t need anyone’s pity; I am one evil kitty.”

[Speak]

► name Unlike most people I wasn’t really named by my mother or father. Actually it was my grandmother who convinced my parents to name me Serenity; she just thought that I looked so peaceful when I was born, in short I looked Serene and that’s how she came up with the name Serenity. Obviously Rhodes is a family name, suited to our way of life don’t you think?
► age Well my birthday was quite a few months ago, february, so now I’m sixteen.
► gender I'm a girl…was that not made clear enough by my name……ok Serenity isn’t a usual name. I’ll help you out and tell you that I’m a girl.


► appearance And who said that it’s not about looks? Well I don’t really know but I’m sure it was some person who was very philosophical, if it wasn’t I feel like a complete dork for saying that but, oh well. So lets get the ball rolling here, first off I’m not caucasian. Shockingly there is more than one kind of person living in this world and this person right here happens to be native american. Yep, you read right, I’m part of the first people that lived here before the europeans. Ok, really I’m half native -on my mom’s side- but that doesn’t matter. My skin is a deep tan that has a tint of red, personally I like the color, it sets off my dark -almost black- hair. Yep, that sounds like almost every other native american out there but thanks to my dad I have pale grey eyes that can reflect the weather, yes. I’d say that my eyes are my favorite feature but really who doesn’t say that? As my mother and grandmother I stand at an incredible…-drum roll-…five feet. Oh yeah, saying I’m short is an understatement. I’m puny! But I weigh a healthy 98 lbs, so don’t go accusing me of being anorexic. My face is oval shaped with almond eyes and a small-medium nose that suits my face just fine. When I was little I had a bit of a cooking accident with oil and now my skin has these little dark splotches all over my right arm. Ok…does that cover everything natural? I think it does…well, if I forgot something just look at me?
► paraphernalia I only brought two really special things that wouldn’t help with me surviving, the first is a small dreamcatcher charm necklace that’s supposed to protect me from nightmares during the Passage, the other is a small flute I made out of wood, I guess music is just that much apart of my life. Other than that I have a seal-skin bag containing; two blankets, one canteen for holding water, an extra sweater/shirt and a pouch of dried meat and berries. The last thing I carry is a knife that I hide in my boot, I hope I don't have to use it but I have it just in case.


► personality What I’m like? Good traits? Bad traits? Inside? Outside? Oh, well let's start with what I'm like with other people; I'm quiet. I don't like being the center of attention, it's just not...me, and while I don't think it's a bad thing to be an introvert I do think that in a group I won't be all that fun to hang around, well. In a large group that's what I'm like, I hang in the back of the group and don't voice my opinions even if I know I'm right. In a smaller group of two or maybe three people I regain some of my voice; I’ve always had a quirky sense of humor, maybe I got it from hanging around my grandma on the reservation too much, most people don’t get my jokes but who cares? I think I’m funny and in a small group I definitely show it. I can also express myself more, being a part of a nomadic people I know a lot of stories, my grandma always tells me about sedna the sea witch or how the earth was created and I can recite them with the ease that comes with knowing every syllable. I guess that’s another thing about me, I have an amazing memory not quite perfect but almost. It’s actually quite funny, I remember the small things like your favourite color or where you put your blanket but I have trouble remembering what job you give me or what your name is. I also have a really bad temper, while not many things set me off, if I am angry I’ll scream and yell and sometimes I even throw things.
That was what I’m like with people, this is what i’m like when I’m alone. If I’m completely alone I feel so much more free to express myself how I want to express myself. I dance, sing, play my flute and even talk to myself. I know it sounds like I’m crazy right? Well, I guess I am a bit crazy…I have a weird way of thinking and seeing things that, to others, would be simple black and white. Maybe this is why I’m always quiet, I just don’t want people to think I’m crazy even if I think I’m crazy because I hope I’m not crazy…does that make any sense?
When i look inside myself I can’t find the good things, all I see is an insecure and scared girl who can’t even start a conversation with someone because she’s too afraid they’ll reject her. Maybe I’m too hard on myself but…you wanted to know what I thought about myself so it’s really your fault. I guess I doubt myself and what I can do more than I doubt the people around me; people have always thought of me as weak and pathetic I’ve heard them talk about me behind my back and what cuts deepest is that, I believe them. I’m short and thin, I can’t carry really heavy things and with my stride I can sometimes slow the whole group down. My parents are ashamed of me so what have I got to be proud of? Sometimes I wish that I wasn’t living this life, that I could live in one place and make new friends but…I was born into this life and in this life I will die.
► interests I think I’ve mentioned a few but here’s the list if you want; story telling, whittling, flute playing, singing, dancing, sewing, camp fires and talking with my grandma.
► strengths I can whittle instruments like my flute very well, in fact most of the things I’m good at relate to my hands maybe it’s because I learned from the best. But what I do know is that it isn’t a gift, it’s something I’ve had to work at and now I can whittle with the best of them. I’ve been told that I’m a good dancer, I always close my eyes when I dace though it helps me imagine that I’m alone when I have to dance in front of others. Same thing for singing but, unlike most girls, my voice is low but I can carry a tune, if I’m worried sometimes I’ll sing to keep myself company and reassure myself. As I said before I love learning new stories about…well, anything, as long as it’s a story then I’d be glad to learn and pass it on by the light of a campfire. And finally the only physical thing that I’m pretty good at…climbing; wether it be a tree or a cliff face I can do it. I’ve always been a good climber and I’m glad because at least people can ask me to do something; it makes me feel at least a little useful.
► weaknesses Well as you know I’m not a real people person so that’s one… I can’t carry really heavy things or run for a long time, I have difficulty keeping up with my people as I have a short stride. As you can see I have trouble with a lot of the physical things that come with life on the road but that doesn’t mean I don’t try.
► guide I don’t care what from they are be it a squirrel or mountain lion, all I want is a Guide who can teach me about the strengths I lack.
► crush Well, don’t know if this qualifies as a crush but I do want to get to know Ari a little better. In truth it’s because he reminds me so much of myself…I guess I’m just curious.
► sexual orientation I’m not really sure…but I think I’m bisexual, I won’t tell you how I figured it out cause it’s not something you need to know. My grandmother doesn’t care though, she told me that people like me were once respected and revered because we housed both the male and female spirits, we are two people in one and…I like that way of thinking, it makes it easier to come to terms with it.


► history Like most kids of the Ssael I was born on the road, ok not exactly the road but close enough. My mother was really weak after she gave birth to me and so my grandmother looked after me for the first few days; she’s the one who suggested the name Serenity and in truth? She’s more my parent than my parents ever will be. I’ve grown up with only one friend, her name was Holly and we were best-friends until a few years ago, incidentally I figured out I was bi around the time she stopped talking to me…Anyways back to growing up; I was five when I burned my right arm and it was partly my parents fault…I mean, what kind of parent charges their five-year old kid to watch the soup? Anyway long story short I tripped, fell and now my right arm has these discolored splotches all over. After my friend Holly stopped talking to me, I had to come clean to my parents and you know what they did? They threw me out…while they couldn’t actually throw me out of the Ssael they made it clear that I wasn’t welcome with them anymore. That’s when I went to my grandmother and told her what happened. She told me about how I was special, that I was two people in one; she invited me to live with her. That was four years ago and after I moved in with grandma I felt like I really belonged, she understood me better than anyone and has tried to fix all the damage that she said had been done to me and while she hasn’t ‘fixed’ me, my grandmother has been the only one who’s actually tried.
► family My family isn’t really my family. My mother, Tamaya Nita Rhodes, and my father, Nanook Hiawatha Rhodes, have disowned me and wont even acknowledge my presence in the community. I’m just thankful that I still have my grandmother though, she’s everything, she’s my world and I can’t imagine what it’ll be like if she ever leaves me. I don’t have any siblings but my mother is pregnant again and this time she think’s it’ll be a boy so…yeah, good news for them.

► other Pay no attention to the person in front of the computer! Ok so here’s what happens on Sunday’s and Tuesday’s… I work for three hours on both days and I really can’t get on that much then. I also have badminton at school and the schedules a little iffy…

► name Cuán, pronounced Ku-awn is his name. While he doesn't like nicknames he could tolerate devil bear or little wolf, some such nickname that wouldn't be insulting or childish.
► age Sixteen, just like his other half
► gender Male, Cuán is definitely male.
► species Cuán is proud to be a wolverine, he believes that it is one of the more superior species in this land.
► other half undecided

► appearance ► At first glance Cuán has the look and shape of a small bear; Cuán is stocky and muscular with short legs, a rounded skull, small beady eyes and short rounded ears, the wolverine has earned the name of skunk bear and devil bear. Like most wolverine's Cuán has dark brown eyes that blend in with his muzzle. Being an arctic animal Cuán has long dense fur that is very water resistant and warm. But unlike most arctic animals Cuán does not have white fur, he instead has a dark brown base coat, a lighter brown band on both his sides and face and black legs. Being the size of an average medium sized dog Cuán weighs a healthy 65 lbs. Sharp white claws and a powerful vice-like jaw with big fangs make Cuán very dangerous and, despite his small stature, he is able -if he wants- to take down larger prey such as moose, caribou and sheep.

► personality Cocky. Confidence. All these qualities Cuán posses in spades, in part it's because he knows how amazing he and his species are. If his only real enemies are humans that what does he have to fear? Knowing all this makes him cocky, he reacts before thinking and his constant boasting makes him a not well liked creature, but does he care? No, Cuán can handle all the hate as long as its not his other half...but what are the chances of that. While these characteristics make it hard to be friends with him, it makes it easier to lead.
Sneaky. Intelligent. While Cuán may be a rugged wolverine he's also sneaky and smart. If he can get other people to do the work for him why would he do it himself? A clever critter Cuán knows what to say and how to act to get others to do things for him and if that doesn't work there's always the threats of claws and fangs to get others away from 'his' food. An example; if, lets say, a wolf has just killed a caribou, instead of walking along and trying to take another down by himself Cuán will simply scare off the bigger animal with his fangs, claws and musk. Hence he gets a free meal that he didn’t have to work for at all! He believes that the smarter person will find and take the shortcut without getting into any trouble and while it gets him into more fights than it saves him…that’s what makes it more exciting.
Territorial. Temperamental. Cuán does not like sharing, wether it’s a meal or his other half, if it’s his don’t touch it without asking him first. It is after all his nature to protect what he has at all costs, that being said this rule also applies to his other half; he would never put them into a position where their life is at stake and then leave them. He will fight tooth and nail to protect what he has and make sure it stays his.
Playful. Surprisingly, if he’s in a relaxed environment Cuán’s attitude becomes more relaxed and very playful. Of course this is only when he feels safe and secure. In most situations however, he can become stressed and often frustrated by other people’s incompetence. If they’re relaxing by a campfire though it’s completely different; he jokes and laughs and is an overall fun guy to hang around with.
► interests Cuán likes beating bigger opponents, being alone, people not touching his things and fooling around if the mood is right.
► strengths Strength, intelligence, perseverance and confidence.
► weaknesses Getting along with others, possessive and a bad temper.

► other C:

[videlicet]

All finished forms are accepted! c: Thank you guys so much for signing up!

And, to all those still working on their forms -they're all looking amazing so far, and I can hardly wait to see them done! c:

[Keriae]

(Hello there ^.^ is it still possible for me to reserve a male human? If so, is it okay for his face claim to be Aiden Turner in The Hobbit? If not, that's absolutely fine.)

[videlicet]

@Keriae, It is, indeed! And, yes, that is completely fine! :p

[Keriae]

(Thank you <3 I shall have the beginnings of a form posted in the morning when I have access to a computer, as I can't copy images properly on my tablet.)

[Speak]

Thank-you ^^}}

[dogface]

ooc; goodness it is a pain to type on this phonexD. I've finised my first form on pg 2 though.
Whoa a lot of people have joined- I can't wait to see how this story plays out :'3

[videlicet]

@Sadist., Aha, I understand your pain all too well. And, excellent! Alena is definitely accepted! c:
I feel the same level of excitement. C:

@Speak, No problem! :p

@Keriae, I look forward to it! c:

*It would be highly appreciated if people began to figure out who they'd like their character's Guides to be, and vice versa. c:

[Leviathan007]

Name: Trevor Vincent Delmar
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Trevor has a peanut butter texture colored hair, with thin streaks of scarlet and turquoise created from ceremonial colors symbolizing his maturity and authority. His eyes are deep and mysterious, an endless abyss of chocolate, that you can just wander into and forever be lost in it's warm gentleness. He has skin that is darkly tanned like caramel or russet, marked by scars he acquired through many tribal fights with other warriors, he is so far undefeated, but there is a first for everything. The most noticeable scar is splayed clearly on his cheekbone, parallel to his eyebrows,the other is diagonally marked on his forehead. He is built like a Roman God, his chest is bulky and the muscles finely toned from hours of labor, with biceps and triceps equally "ripped", he possesses the ideal attributes that most boys his age would kill for.
Although, this young man is not perfect in appearance, his most visible flaws would have to be his oddly angled nose, which was broken several times, and hasn't been the same ever since. His hair is cut short to his ears, hardly ever attended, his shaggy mane is a wild beast that cannot be tamed, and is the color of the night sky, devoid of color, pure black.
Trevor has a quirky stubble of facial hair on his chin and jaw, giving him a musty huntsman's look. He wears a leather woodsman outfit, a dagger is normally shackled to his waist, he wears a dream catcher's necklace decorated by feathers and jewels, as well. He also has a Kusari-gama, strapped to his boot, which he sharpens and cleans everyday, treasuring it only because of whom he had been given it by. His right ear is pierced by a golden loop, with a diamond hanging at the end.
Personality: Trevor is..how you say, complicated. He's like an enigma, no one knows what exactly is wrong with him, some say his soul was touched by the Gods, and it has warped him to be the psychotic maniac he is today. Not even his parents are entirely trustworthy about him, they have heard him talk in his sleep about blood raining from the skies, even foretelling Armageddon would occur precisely 2 months after his 16th birthday, and that a girl with olive skin and raven hair would be the one to save the world. Which is why he was so hesitant to go on this trip.
Sometimes he can be quite hysterical, and will begin babbling about random subjects even if everyone else is awkwardly silent. But then there are times when he is the antisocial bat, and will linger near the back of the group, avoiding any and all contact. It's like his mind is an enigma, a labyrinth with no way out. If his village had the technology, they would search for medications to help with his disorders, or whatever it is that's wrong with him. But, sadly, he just isn't that lucky.
He's quite cheerful when the odds are against him, and has even smiled gladly into the face of death, because he does not know better, he believes the world is his playground, and he is meant to climb to the top.
Girls {well, pretty ones} scare him like something awful, he has had nightmares that they will drag him to their lair and suck out his blood like vampires. He's convinced that beautiful maidens are actually sirens trying to lure him to his doom.
Since he is so gullible and naive, like an adolescent child, he has gotten himself into his fair share of fights, more then he cares to brag about. He does not know his own strength, and somehow he had miraculously defeated any who dare oppose him, but that is because most of the men in his village are drunken oafs without a sense of balance in their pea-sized brains.
When he is angry, Trevor will whine and complain and soon fall into a quiet state, where he will then give you the silent treatment until he gets his way. It's the way he's always been raised, and is also what he is accustomed to being treated.
He has seen hallucinations in the past, sometimes it has been visions of scary faces that hover in the darkness at night, other times it is mirages of his family members or loved ones from the past. The mind is a terrible thing to lose, and I'm afraid young Trevor is irrevocably nuts.
History: His father is the town's engineer, and his spirit guide was a mongoose, a clever and decisive animal, his mother was a doctor/healer, and her guide was a mockingbird, a graceful yet beautiful creature who only chooses to grace it's audiences with wonder.
He has always dreamed of having a unique spirit guide like one of these, and it is what he has wished every birthday before blowing out his candles.
Trevor's parents quickly grew worried about him after his first seizure, his mother did her best to find remedies to bide the mental stress weighing on his conscious, but hardly anything they tried helped much. So he was pulled out of school, cut off from civilization almost entirely, the only people he ever saw much was the mailman, the town's guru, and the mayor, who visited them once a week to check on the village "odd-ball". Everyone grew even more worried when he began making prophecies, sometimes he'd scream them in his sleep, or embed them into the walls of his bedroom, they even came true a few times, but people have always assumed that it was coincidence.
Now that he is 16, his parents have decided it is time he started being a man, to try taking care of himself, since they are growing old and weary, they won't be able to care for him very much longer. He knows that they secretly hope he'll somehow die accidentally on the wilderness trip, so that their burden will be lifted, and they'll be free from their 'curse'.
Spirit Guide: He always imagined it'd be a hawk or a wolf or something very manly and serious, which is what he considers himself to be. Trevor would be disappointed if his guide was just a cute bunny. ~Gwendolyn
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Although it is against his culture to be attracted to the same gender, he just can't stop himself, it's like second nature to him.



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► name Zephyr, although the humans know him as another name, Palaemon, which is what Athena called him in ancient Greek times. Although he prefers to be called Zephyr.
► age He is 16 in the body that he currently possesses, he has been reincarnated several times, and still has memories of his past lives as other owls.
► gender Male
► species A Tasmanian-Masked Owl, also confused with the common Barn Owl, which is a close cousin of his.
► other half Korbin Evenwood
► appearance Zephyr's feathers are mainly grayish brown, with tinges of golden yellow at the edges, and white and black spots. His facial disc is pale chestnut-brown to brownish-buff, with a darker patch around the eyes, extending towards the base of the bill. The rim is very prominent and brown with darker speckles. Eyes are blackish-brown and the bill whitish-cream. Underparts are boldly marked with relatively large dark spots. Legs are feathered and toes greyish-brown to yellowish-grey with blackish-brown talons. He is barely about 2 feet tall {50 cm} in length, weighs around 4 pounds, barely heavier then a loaf of bread. His wing span is 12 feet across from each end.
His eyes are black, with specks of white in the center that glint in the moonlight with knowledge. Zephyr is an average bird of his species.
► personality Zephyr is indeed one of the wisest and most intelligent of the spirit guides, but that doesn't mean he is unable to be fooled. He underestimates his opponents, as do all over-confident geniuses, and is always certain he will be victorious in the end.
Doesn't play well with others. That may be the understatement of the century. This old coot has a habit of making snarky comments, sometimes giving away vital information when he's busy bragging and rubbing his smugness in the enemy's face. He is not easily angered, though, there are very few things he is sensitive towards, these are called 'soft spots', like his regal appearance or his dignity.
This birdie is vain about his feathers, and tries to have them groomed at all times, he doesn't particularly like mingling with those who don't do the same. Word to the wise: Stay on his good side. He may not like violence or any sort of unpleasant business, but he will find a way to retaliate, he is resilient when it comes to seeking vengeance, and can hold grudges for as long as his heart still beats.
Although it may not seem like it, but he can become quite attached and dependent on the human he must guide, and when they get hurt, he is actually concerned about them, even though he still utters sarcastic comments through the entire ordeal.
He takes every chance to gloat about his brilliance, and makes a habit out of correcting every little action and word he observes. Zephyr may be the most annoying creature ever to walk the planet.
► interests Knowledge, Gloating, Small Rodents {tasty}, Flying.
► strengths Providing Moral Advice, Confusing The Enemy, Hunting Prey, Flying.
► weaknesses Emotional Affairs, Comforting, Being 'Nice', Playing Fair, Keeping His Mouth Shut.

► other Just pm me if you're interested in having Zephyr as your spirit guide, I don't bite. x3