Littlewings
Oct 22, 2012 22:02:26 GMT -6
Post by Littlewings on Oct 22, 2012 22:02:26 GMT -6
Name: Littlewings
Species: Beastman
Class: Raven
Age: 15-16 It is difficult to tell when people don't care and one does not care about such matters themselves.
Hair Color: Charcoal Black
Eye Color: Deep Blue
Appearance:
Littlewings' wings aren't actually small in terms of her size. They are correctly proportioned as with basic structures and when tucked in like they usually are, appears to be the correct size. However when the wings are spread out one can easily see the obvious damage to them. Her major flight feathers have been clipped, so she is incapable to fly. It is still possible for those feathers to be regrown if allowed to do so. The feathers that line her wings are a charcoal black, dirty but still dark. Under certain light or angle there is a definite difference in color due to iridescence. The color would appear to be a striking range of blue to dark blue.
Now for the more human side of Littlewings. She is neither tall or short (5'4") but appears there is a definite deprivation about her appearance. Her skin doesn't appear a healthy shade and some might argue even a bit pale. Her arms appear quite lithly, this only makes her appear even more sickly then she actually is. As if to counteract this sickly appearance, her posture and gait is always upright and her style of walking can be argued as elegant but always referred to as purposeful. Her hair is a mess, often times extending in whichever way possible. The hair itself extends down to her waistline area in a tangled mess, it even covers up her slightly pointed ears. There is little to no reason to keep it neat except in the presence of the master. Her body is lined with light scars here and there. The most prominent scar is one that is on her right palm.
Oh goody! Now what do we have here? Littlewings is quite a bird indeed. In her beast form, Littlewings appears to be a raven. Her wings remain the same, clipped to remove the ability of flight, although gliding is still probable albeit extremely difficult due to her total inexperience. The color of the feathers appear black but changes in nature like her wings in certain light. Even as a raven she is far more slender than a common one. Her size is also smaller than the average raven beastman due to her being more closely related to an Australian Raven then a Common Raven for you sciency people.
Littlewings' eyes are a darker shade of blue but still carries a contemplative characteristic. There is also a serious change in posture, in this form, she never holds herself with the same confidence. Her slouch is definite and many times back up by a tendency to hide for her safety. Even in this form, she appears to be a mess. Her wings are often in ruffles, poking out at different points, ranging from the tops of her head to her back.
Clothes:
Littlewings doesn't lavish herself in clothing or jewelry. Ha, she can't even afford it! Her clothing is surprisingly well maintained, there are no patches at all! Her upper body is covered by a long dark blue vest like clothing that extends just before the knees. The vest is obviously worn by the fading colors and tears at the end. Faded golden lines are embroidered at the edges and even to the top the collar area. To hide the greatly worn clothing and keep herself warm at times, she wears a dark red sash that wraps around her upper body and both shoulder.
For her lower body, she would have simple black shorts that appear a bit too large for her. They are a simple make, definite signs on being homemade and quite quickly at that. In an attempt to make it last longer, she uses a loose thin rope as a belt to tie it down. Other than the shorts, she wears no form of footwear. The rest of her clothing is consisted of lots of bandages. Most of the bandages are overused and dirty. It lines her upper body instead of an undershirt as well as up and down her arms and hands. Even her feet are covered messily by the bandages instead of any footwear.
Born in: Gunert
Story:
Littlewings was born in Gunert to a mother and father. Her mother cared little about having the responsibility of taking care of a child. The father was the same but they disliked the idea of simply abandoning a child. They were barely able to get food for themselves even with the from her father whose main focus was getting food. Even the occasional left over carcass seemed like a blessing. Meat was difficult to come by when it involved living in the dessert.
Life was difficult for this small family but they managed to survive for a good two months. However it came to the point when the family had to move into a large settlement within Gunert. When they saw the wealth and the possibilities of civilization once again, an idea emerged. Perhaps they had a chance to be free of the cumbersome child. They never planned for what was happen to her in the future, they simply placed her out on some doorstep.
It wasn't long until she was picked up but not from the owners of the house. No, her horrible luck made her be picked up by an egotistical nobleman. The man wasn't the best off but he had enough to pick up a child and raise her for his own gain. It wasn't long before she was being raised by some housemaid or being passed around by other maids. They weren't unkind to her and she was getting far better care than her parents could ever afford.
Life was good as a baby who couldn't comprehend or remember such blissful time. She had to grow up and when she did, it wasn't long before she was overworked. At least she was quick to learn and quickly absorbed each lesson when taught. When she became seven years of age, she was ordered to clean up all the mess around the house. Only one or two years later she was taught to cook albeit very simple recipes.
Now for some actual impacting aspects of her daily life. She was by far the only beastman or non human "servant" in the whole household. She was never treated as a real child. Oh the servants loved the sweet obeying raven and even gave her the name of Littlewings but they also didn't mind beating her whenever she made a mistake. They considered her an invaluable resource and nothing more. Poor Littlewings didn't know any better. All she knew that if she worked, then she pleased and if she pleased then she will not be beaten or need to see the master.
Her master was a cruel and vain man. It was a shame that such a man was the closest thing she had to a father. If she was lucky and summoned to him, there might be times when he made up tales of glory. When she is brought forth by a servant, those were the times when she had to taught. Such times were rare seeing as these lessons were ones that repress her natural instincts. The main concept of such lessons was making it seem that her natural instincts were pure evil or temptations. She was trained to hold back transformations to the point that her mind made it seem painful to transform. She even felt guilty whenever she thought or dreamed of flying.
The lessons worked and she became heavily engrossed in being as "normal" as possible as to avoid such pains. To make matters easier on her, she even had her wings clipped every now and then. At some point it became her duty to "trim" her own wings. It was just another duty she was charged with and so she does it without complaint. This is her life and all she ever knew. There was plenty of time for careful contemplation. All she knew was she was different and many problems came with it.
Littlewings spent most of her free time doing the only thing she could and that was think. Her innate nature made it easy to learn things but that only helped her so much. She lacked a teacher or anything that substituted for a teacher. So she watched, everything that went out in the property. Perhaps this lead to much unrest from the other staff members but they had to deal with those scrutinizing eyes.
As Littlewings got bigger and the divide between the two races became clearer, she became adept in much of the housework and still had room to spare. That was when her master decided on training her as a personal guard. Even in early training it became obvious that she had little to no skill with basic weaponry. Instead of changing method, her master brought harsher training. The result was her getting stabbed through the hand. The wound was luckily not as serious as it first seemed. She managed to gain basic functions of the hand but she will never be able to write. Like such a thing mattered seeing as she was never taught to do anything practical like that.
This was perhaps when the biggest change occurred in her life. This was when her master brought in someone more experienced in beastmen. The master hires a mercenary named Hetule, a wolf beastman. He was to simply give a few lessons on training Littlewings to fight without transforming. This was her first encounter with a non human. Being trapped in one area tends to lead to lack of social skills. The first few exchanges in conversation was awkward to say the least.
Hetule was perhaps the kindest person to enter her life. Although training was long and hard, he treated her with somethings new in her life. Respect and affection, these two emotions were void in most of her life until he came along. Although he grew attached to young raven, he knew that it would come to an end like all business did. When the master found the training sufficient, he was quickly paid and went on his way. Just before Hetule left, Littlewings encountered another emotion from the man, pity.
When the business should have been done and dealt with, the experience had made Littlewings question her existence. She began to wonder if there were others like Hetule. It was also the first time that she considered there was a life beyond the property. Such ideas spread through her, bothering her and never leaving her mind. It became an obsessive thought and even started to affect her work. This only made the others angrier, punishments became more frequent and she began to think more about the man. This in turn lead to her other thoughts continuing farther into her mind.
It became so bad that she had started to plot. No longer was she simply watching without a purpose. She began to label and organize what she saw, where everyone went, their routes and so forth. She began to plan where she should escape through, what area would be a good hiding place from within the walls. She even had a guilty thought during the day, if only she could fly. This would have never happened without the influence of outside sources.
When the day come, Littlewings finally made a run for it. Unlike the resources of the master, Littlewings was entirely dependent on her feet. She had little to no knowledge of the outside but her mind screamed to learn more. Even if it costed her life, the idea just kept on spreading through her like a virus. So she ran until her lungs burned and she felt like she would melt.
The master wasn't happy to learn that she was missing. No, the little beastman girl was far too precious of a servant and he had already invested so much money on her. Instead of ignoring the problem, he took actions. At first he had a group of hunting dogs to chase after the girl but that didn't work. So now, she is on the run pursued with a sort of bounty on her head.
Run Littlewings or fly, get away from such a life and find out what you need to.
Personality:
Littlewings is quite an insecure little girl. There is a sense of missing identity for the young girl. Due to the abuse and "training" she had gone through, there is a detachment of what she is and what she can be. Perhaps something directly related to her being a bird, she tends to have a low self-esteem. She doesn't believe in herself and is often indecisive on matters.
Overall the girl is really quite polite and shows signs of respect to everyone she meets, while expecting none in return. She isn't shy per say but she does fear talking unless addressed. Her past has also made her extremely sensitive to other people's behavior. It makes her jittery and she often cringes or stiffens when people get too close or seem to wish to touch her. As far as she knows, she is expecting another beat down even if body postures and the like doesn't suggest it. Littlewings isn't a very trusting person to begin with. However she accepts help even if she has suspicions due to knowing her own limits.
There are some aspects that even Littlewings are unfamiliar with herself. When it comes down to it, the girl is really quite playful. She is also curiously attracted to shiny objects, finding herself picking up things and stashing them away. She actually longs for companionship although the idea would absolutely frighten her at first thought. There is also a sense of curiosity mixed with caution about her. Although many physical or reflexive aspects of the beastman are oppressed, the more behavioral tendencies still exist and blooms in this young girl. So much of her is built on her experiences in the past but that doesn't mean she can't change. She even wants to change but doesn't know it herself yet.
Species: Beastman
Class: Raven
Age: 15-16 It is difficult to tell when people don't care and one does not care about such matters themselves.
Hair Color: Charcoal Black
Eye Color: Deep Blue
Appearance:
Littlewings' wings aren't actually small in terms of her size. They are correctly proportioned as with basic structures and when tucked in like they usually are, appears to be the correct size. However when the wings are spread out one can easily see the obvious damage to them. Her major flight feathers have been clipped, so she is incapable to fly. It is still possible for those feathers to be regrown if allowed to do so. The feathers that line her wings are a charcoal black, dirty but still dark. Under certain light or angle there is a definite difference in color due to iridescence. The color would appear to be a striking range of blue to dark blue.
Now for the more human side of Littlewings. She is neither tall or short (5'4") but appears there is a definite deprivation about her appearance. Her skin doesn't appear a healthy shade and some might argue even a bit pale. Her arms appear quite lithly, this only makes her appear even more sickly then she actually is. As if to counteract this sickly appearance, her posture and gait is always upright and her style of walking can be argued as elegant but always referred to as purposeful. Her hair is a mess, often times extending in whichever way possible. The hair itself extends down to her waistline area in a tangled mess, it even covers up her slightly pointed ears. There is little to no reason to keep it neat except in the presence of the master. Her body is lined with light scars here and there. The most prominent scar is one that is on her right palm.
Oh goody! Now what do we have here? Littlewings is quite a bird indeed. In her beast form, Littlewings appears to be a raven. Her wings remain the same, clipped to remove the ability of flight, although gliding is still probable albeit extremely difficult due to her total inexperience. The color of the feathers appear black but changes in nature like her wings in certain light. Even as a raven she is far more slender than a common one. Her size is also smaller than the average raven beastman due to her being more closely related to an Australian Raven then a Common Raven for you sciency people.
Littlewings' eyes are a darker shade of blue but still carries a contemplative characteristic. There is also a serious change in posture, in this form, she never holds herself with the same confidence. Her slouch is definite and many times back up by a tendency to hide for her safety. Even in this form, she appears to be a mess. Her wings are often in ruffles, poking out at different points, ranging from the tops of her head to her back.
Clothes:
Littlewings doesn't lavish herself in clothing or jewelry. Ha, she can't even afford it! Her clothing is surprisingly well maintained, there are no patches at all! Her upper body is covered by a long dark blue vest like clothing that extends just before the knees. The vest is obviously worn by the fading colors and tears at the end. Faded golden lines are embroidered at the edges and even to the top the collar area. To hide the greatly worn clothing and keep herself warm at times, she wears a dark red sash that wraps around her upper body and both shoulder.
For her lower body, she would have simple black shorts that appear a bit too large for her. They are a simple make, definite signs on being homemade and quite quickly at that. In an attempt to make it last longer, she uses a loose thin rope as a belt to tie it down. Other than the shorts, she wears no form of footwear. The rest of her clothing is consisted of lots of bandages. Most of the bandages are overused and dirty. It lines her upper body instead of an undershirt as well as up and down her arms and hands. Even her feet are covered messily by the bandages instead of any footwear.
Born in: Gunert
Story:
Littlewings was born in Gunert to a mother and father. Her mother cared little about having the responsibility of taking care of a child. The father was the same but they disliked the idea of simply abandoning a child. They were barely able to get food for themselves even with the from her father whose main focus was getting food. Even the occasional left over carcass seemed like a blessing. Meat was difficult to come by when it involved living in the dessert.
Life was difficult for this small family but they managed to survive for a good two months. However it came to the point when the family had to move into a large settlement within Gunert. When they saw the wealth and the possibilities of civilization once again, an idea emerged. Perhaps they had a chance to be free of the cumbersome child. They never planned for what was happen to her in the future, they simply placed her out on some doorstep.
It wasn't long until she was picked up but not from the owners of the house. No, her horrible luck made her be picked up by an egotistical nobleman. The man wasn't the best off but he had enough to pick up a child and raise her for his own gain. It wasn't long before she was being raised by some housemaid or being passed around by other maids. They weren't unkind to her and she was getting far better care than her parents could ever afford.
Life was good as a baby who couldn't comprehend or remember such blissful time. She had to grow up and when she did, it wasn't long before she was overworked. At least she was quick to learn and quickly absorbed each lesson when taught. When she became seven years of age, she was ordered to clean up all the mess around the house. Only one or two years later she was taught to cook albeit very simple recipes.
Now for some actual impacting aspects of her daily life. She was by far the only beastman or non human "servant" in the whole household. She was never treated as a real child. Oh the servants loved the sweet obeying raven and even gave her the name of Littlewings but they also didn't mind beating her whenever she made a mistake. They considered her an invaluable resource and nothing more. Poor Littlewings didn't know any better. All she knew that if she worked, then she pleased and if she pleased then she will not be beaten or need to see the master.
Her master was a cruel and vain man. It was a shame that such a man was the closest thing she had to a father. If she was lucky and summoned to him, there might be times when he made up tales of glory. When she is brought forth by a servant, those were the times when she had to taught. Such times were rare seeing as these lessons were ones that repress her natural instincts. The main concept of such lessons was making it seem that her natural instincts were pure evil or temptations. She was trained to hold back transformations to the point that her mind made it seem painful to transform. She even felt guilty whenever she thought or dreamed of flying.
The lessons worked and she became heavily engrossed in being as "normal" as possible as to avoid such pains. To make matters easier on her, she even had her wings clipped every now and then. At some point it became her duty to "trim" her own wings. It was just another duty she was charged with and so she does it without complaint. This is her life and all she ever knew. There was plenty of time for careful contemplation. All she knew was she was different and many problems came with it.
Littlewings spent most of her free time doing the only thing she could and that was think. Her innate nature made it easy to learn things but that only helped her so much. She lacked a teacher or anything that substituted for a teacher. So she watched, everything that went out in the property. Perhaps this lead to much unrest from the other staff members but they had to deal with those scrutinizing eyes.
As Littlewings got bigger and the divide between the two races became clearer, she became adept in much of the housework and still had room to spare. That was when her master decided on training her as a personal guard. Even in early training it became obvious that she had little to no skill with basic weaponry. Instead of changing method, her master brought harsher training. The result was her getting stabbed through the hand. The wound was luckily not as serious as it first seemed. She managed to gain basic functions of the hand but she will never be able to write. Like such a thing mattered seeing as she was never taught to do anything practical like that.
This was perhaps when the biggest change occurred in her life. This was when her master brought in someone more experienced in beastmen. The master hires a mercenary named Hetule, a wolf beastman. He was to simply give a few lessons on training Littlewings to fight without transforming. This was her first encounter with a non human. Being trapped in one area tends to lead to lack of social skills. The first few exchanges in conversation was awkward to say the least.
Hetule was perhaps the kindest person to enter her life. Although training was long and hard, he treated her with somethings new in her life. Respect and affection, these two emotions were void in most of her life until he came along. Although he grew attached to young raven, he knew that it would come to an end like all business did. When the master found the training sufficient, he was quickly paid and went on his way. Just before Hetule left, Littlewings encountered another emotion from the man, pity.
When the business should have been done and dealt with, the experience had made Littlewings question her existence. She began to wonder if there were others like Hetule. It was also the first time that she considered there was a life beyond the property. Such ideas spread through her, bothering her and never leaving her mind. It became an obsessive thought and even started to affect her work. This only made the others angrier, punishments became more frequent and she began to think more about the man. This in turn lead to her other thoughts continuing farther into her mind.
It became so bad that she had started to plot. No longer was she simply watching without a purpose. She began to label and organize what she saw, where everyone went, their routes and so forth. She began to plan where she should escape through, what area would be a good hiding place from within the walls. She even had a guilty thought during the day, if only she could fly. This would have never happened without the influence of outside sources.
When the day come, Littlewings finally made a run for it. Unlike the resources of the master, Littlewings was entirely dependent on her feet. She had little to no knowledge of the outside but her mind screamed to learn more. Even if it costed her life, the idea just kept on spreading through her like a virus. So she ran until her lungs burned and she felt like she would melt.
The master wasn't happy to learn that she was missing. No, the little beastman girl was far too precious of a servant and he had already invested so much money on her. Instead of ignoring the problem, he took actions. At first he had a group of hunting dogs to chase after the girl but that didn't work. So now, she is on the run pursued with a sort of bounty on her head.
Run Littlewings or fly, get away from such a life and find out what you need to.
Personality:
Littlewings is quite an insecure little girl. There is a sense of missing identity for the young girl. Due to the abuse and "training" she had gone through, there is a detachment of what she is and what she can be. Perhaps something directly related to her being a bird, she tends to have a low self-esteem. She doesn't believe in herself and is often indecisive on matters.
Overall the girl is really quite polite and shows signs of respect to everyone she meets, while expecting none in return. She isn't shy per say but she does fear talking unless addressed. Her past has also made her extremely sensitive to other people's behavior. It makes her jittery and she often cringes or stiffens when people get too close or seem to wish to touch her. As far as she knows, she is expecting another beat down even if body postures and the like doesn't suggest it. Littlewings isn't a very trusting person to begin with. However she accepts help even if she has suspicions due to knowing her own limits.
There are some aspects that even Littlewings are unfamiliar with herself. When it comes down to it, the girl is really quite playful. She is also curiously attracted to shiny objects, finding herself picking up things and stashing them away. She actually longs for companionship although the idea would absolutely frighten her at first thought. There is also a sense of curiosity mixed with caution about her. Although many physical or reflexive aspects of the beastman are oppressed, the more behavioral tendencies still exist and blooms in this young girl. So much of her is built on her experiences in the past but that doesn't mean she can't change. She even wants to change but doesn't know it herself yet.