Username: Eath_Hurricane
Kennel Number: 152
Use: To love. I feel like something about this design is reflected in me.
Name: This lovely lady's name would be Uccello, Cello for short, which is Italian for bird (I know, very original). I also find this fitting because the cello (the instrument) is very much like this girl here, strong and sturdy, something hard to handle, but also beautiful and delicate and amazing and perfect once you get the hang of it.
Gender: Female, I'm keeping it that same as the previous owner wanted.
Species and/or specific breed: Birdling. Uccello is larger than average for her species and gender, but still not huge. She has a slightly lanky build.
Personality: Cello is one of few words, but isn't shy, just quiet. She is a bit of a tomboy, but can't stand gore. Her favorite color is orange, because that's the color of the leaves in fall, her favorite season. She likes fall because it symbolizes how everything can change. One of her hobbies is collecting shiny fish scales. She likes making charms from them.
History/Background: Cello doesn't have a sob-story background. She was born in a clutch of six to a loving mother and father. Her father tended to be unfaithful at times, but still stood strong as a father figure. Cello was born on the coast, water splashing fall below their nest; a mass of down and soft bracken squeezed into a fairly large crevice on the side of a sheer cliff. She had two brothers and three sisters. The largest of the clutch was her brother Rylie. He was in charge, but wasn't a bully. Two of her three sisters were the cruel ones. They were just a tad smaller than Cello herself, but nasty and vicious. Her other sister; Ghabi, was the runt. At least half the size of a regular chick, she was barely staying alive, but mother and father fed her the most. Her other sisters, Crylo and Farquie pushed Ghabi out of the nest one night. She fell without a fight. Cello's other brother's name is Dylin. He was the nicest one to Cello. After a year of safety, comfort, and learning to fly, one day her father never came back, and it was then her mother decided to boot her clutch from the nest. Farquie and Crylo took off together instantly, never to be seen by Cello again, while she, Dylin, and Rylie went off together. One night, months later, a storm took the trio by suprise and Rylie was knocked out of the Sky by a bolt of lighting, falling down, down, down until he hit the ground below. After that, Dylin went into grieving, and left. He regularly visits Cello though. Now Cello lives in her new home; a nest in a crevice similar to that she was raised in, but bigger and lower on the cliff, closer to the powerful swell of the waves. She keeps the company of a sandy little weasel who snuck into her den one day and refused to leave. She now takes him with her on flights, he likes to snuggle in the warm soft space between Cello's shoulder blades.
Likes: Roughhousing, adventures, the color orange, fish (salmon in particular), heights, windy days, stories, lions, sea glass, the ocean
Dislikes: Gore, surprises, the color pink, being underground, the cold, lies
Art:
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