Lancaster

[Fahrenheit]

LANCASTER

I'm gonna make you bend and break;
the basics. the basics. the basics. the basics. the basics. the basics.

BIRTH NAME: Lancaster XVIII
NICKNAMES: Only goes by Lancaster XVIII, but Lancaster is acceptable if a close friend or associate.
GENDER: Male
MILESTONE: Ten years old
SPECIES: Eagle
BREED: Eastern Imperial Eagle
LOYALTY: Beast
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
POWER: Pheromones

say a prayer but let the good times roll;
the looks. the looks. the looks. the looks. the looks. the looks.

HEIGHT: 33 inches
WEIGHT: 10 pounds
COAT COLOUR: Lancaster is a dark-feathered eagle. He's mostly black and dark brown on his wings, body, and tail, but his neck and head are a golden color, save his throat and the very front of his forehead which are the same colors as the rest of him. On his shoulders are two medium-sized white patches, a distinctive trademark of the Imperial Eagle. His wings have white and golden accents, and his tail is barred. His feather coloration is basically a hodgepodge, looking a little speckled or striped.
EYE COLOUR: Lancaster's eyes are rimmed by a thin line of gold, and his black pupils are always small and focused. His eye color is pale green, a unique yet not entirely uncommon feature for his species. Characteristically of an eagle, his eyes are rounded ovals, and they're sunken in the head with a prominent and expressive brow to accentuate his gaze. His eyes are very intense, and they tend to be full of emotion.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: He has a scarred beak, something that comes with age, what with fighting with other eagles and catching rebellious prey. So, his gray-tipped beak is covered in white lines. He doesn't have the prettiest feet and talons, either. Battle scars cover those as well.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: Even though Lancaster is the son of a long and proud lineage of Imperial Eagles, a breed of eagle well-known for being grand in both size and stature, he's a bit larger than the average specimen, his wingspan of more than seven feet competing rather closely with females, even. His feathers are long and barred on his tail and wings, and his head is golden in color. His beak is a bright yellow, but it turns into gray at about halfway to then end at a curved point, black as wet stone. Lancaster has unexposed legs, think, coarse feathers covering his skin all the way down to the joint. His feet are a golden-yellow, and his talons are sharp and tapered. His tail and wings are broad, yet his wings are rather long while his tail takes the shape of a blunt square while in flight. His head is triangle-like, and his neck is long and sleek, yet the feathers will rise if he's alarmed or excited, much like a small crest. Lancaster also has some of the most intriguing eyes; they are green in color, and they're quite intimidating, yet what eagle's aren't? Important to note are the white patches on his shoulders. They are medium-sized, and they are a distinct mark of his heritage. All in all, Lancaster is a fine example of Eastern Imperial Eagle, something he is aware and proud of.

in case god doesn't show, let the good times roll;
the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind.

LIKES: Lancaster likes both ladies and gentlemen, and he isn't afraid to modestly pursue this affinity. He also likes being in control and having domination over assemblies or parties. He likes clear, sunny days, and he also likes wooded places. He's also fond of formal and respectful company. Lastly, he's pretty big on nobility and such, and he's quite interested in hierarchy and genealogy.
DISLIKES: He hates gross, disgusting prudes, and he also dislikes animals with no class. He doesn't discriminate, but he does judge based on lack of respect. He dislikes being informal, and he hates it when acquaintances don't refer to him by his full title of Lancaster XVIII. He doesn't like a lot of hustle and bustle, and he really isn't fond of creatures getting in his personal space uninvited.
STRENGTHS: Lancaster is pretty good at stage presence. He makes a good leader, and he finds himself at home when commanding or giving orders. Another strength would be his non-totalitarian way of leadership. He doesn't mind being outranked or sharing the power. Other than that, he's decent at flying and has rather excellent stamina. He's also very keen. He notices many, many things, and it's hard to hide from the likes of him.
WEAKNESSES: A problem of Lancaster's is how stolid he can become sometimes. Normally he's a rather calm and open fellow, but when he gets into general-leader-captain mode, he gets terribly serious and loses all traces of humor. Occasionally, regardless of whether he's being a leader, romancer, or whatnot, he won't get a joke, or he'll take a joke so seriously that he'll get offended and ruin whatever is happening. Another weakness is probably how strict he is. Because, yes, he's rather uppity. It's good during sticky situations with insubordinates, but his military attitude doesn't always work out in every scenario.
DESIRES: Despite his often stoic and business-like authoritarian manner, he's rather fond of the idea of having someone to stand by his side. Whether it's a fine lady or gentlemen like himself, he doesn't care. Bizarrely, he's very much a lover as well as a fighter. He's a bit flirtatious, and he's constantly on the look-out, whether one can recognize it or not.
SECRETS: He really, really doesn't like to mention it, but he's pretty much ostracized from the majority of his proud family due to the fact that he's not one hundred percent inclined to be an appreciator of only females. He's still in good terms with his siblings and immediate family, but the revered eldest generations of Lancasters aren't on the same wavelength. They nearly commit to an act akin to disownment, but Lancaster deciding to split on his own accord settles the matter. To everyone he meets, he's a renowned Lancaster, but to himself he knows that he's pretty much just a ghost on his family tree.
PHOBIAS: Lancaster fears losing his prowess and honor through some simpleton or cruel sleuth uncovering the truth of his family ties. He knows that a lot of animals will stop respecting him if they know that his family no longer welcomes him. Another fear is his phobia of ending up alone. He doesn't want to die alone, and he's determined to be with someone somehow, whether or not the creature's his other half or not. Not that he gets involved in relationships for no other purpose but to have company.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: To really sum up Lancaster's general personality, one only has to think of a typical war general or wizened politician to honestly get the best impression. He's a bit stiff, and he's very formal. He hates others referring to him informally; even by calling him just Lancaster sans the numeral offends him. He puts a lot of emphasis on discipline, dignity, and respect. Through his lineage and manner, he appreciates and follows the golden rule quite thoroughly. Lancaster is courteous so long as the other is courteous as well. And while he preaches respect, he does understand that it can only be earned and not given. Regardless, he still expects class and formality in all of those who approach him. He isn't unforgiving, though. In children and those who do not know him he doesn't require much, but he demands proper civility from those who at least know him by name. Despite all of this, it's not to say that he's a strict character all of the time. While serious always, he can have fun and enjoy himself in a lax and mature way. While modest about it, he loves to court intelligent females or docile males, often flirting or having small talk with them until they get mighty cosy. One of his favorite topics of discussion is genealogy. He finds it fascinating. And while he does not judge one by their answer, he enjoys hearing about different family trees. It's often one of the first things he asks once he's gotten comfortable with someone, no matter the company. And it isn't necessarily theirs or his, but just nobility in general. Lancaster is normally an easy fellow to get along with. Just don't insult him and everything is in accord.

and I want these words to make things right;
the history. the history. the history. the history.

BIRTHPLACE: Lancaster's birthplace is rather far away, somewhere beyond the lands that lead to Lykengard. It's in a forest, though. A spread out, deciduous forest over the open steppe that's the cradle for his long lineage of eighteen plus Lancasters. It's basically their ancestral home, a place that Lancaster feels perpetually yet numbly bound to.
SIRE: Lancaster XVII is his father. He's a proud and independent Imperial Eagle. He's still alive in his later years.
DAME: Katherine is his mother. She's fully assimilated into the family, so she's as stout and formal as the rest of them. She's still living, of course.
SIBLINGS: Imogen is Lancaster XVIII's sister of the same age. She's well-off and alive.
LOVERS: Lancaster tends to always have a lover of some sort at his wing, but at the moment in his travels he's rather alone. So, no, he does not currently have a partner.
OFFSPRING: Despite his numerous affairs, they are all rather innocent, so he does not have offspring. He'd love to have chicks, but unfortunately his status as outcast makes him refrain.
OTHER: Lancaster XVI and his lover at the time, Jacqueline, are his grandparents. Lancaster XVIII doesn't know it, but they're long gone. Nonetheless, they are the ones who nearly banished him.
HISTORY: Originally, there are more eggs to a pair, and the Lancasters then expected a nice growth of the famous family. But Lancaster, who is titled Lancaster XVIII, and his sister, Imogen, are the only survivors. A sad prospect for the family that is secretly struggling to survive, what with the proud Imperial Eagles becoming a dying creed. Nonetheless, it's always a happy occurrence when the youngest pair have a healthy son. From a young age in the nest, it's fed into their heads how significant they are. Lancaster is, well, a Lancaster! A sight to see in the skies, and a force to be reckoned with by all accounts. His parents, especially his large and protective mother, Katherine, confine them and take care of them in the large nest high above the steppe. Lancaster and Imogen quarrel and pick at each other to keep from getting bored, but they normally have much to preoccupy themselves with. As fledglings, they are tended to and nurtured, but once they start gaining their primaries and begin morphing into slim, speckled juveniles, a lot of things change. They're officially confronted with their obligations, courtesy of grandfather Lancaster XVI.

Lancaster XVI himself teaches his grandchildren how to fly, that lesson being taught by the father's father a sacred custom and tradition of their family that goes back to the origins of the very family tree. The day is warm and fresh, and they spread out their wings and soar. He teaches the juveniles how to catch air funnels and stay aloft for as long as possible, and he teaches them how to avoid a storm. He even reveals the how-to on having the very thunderhead follow like an obedient pet on the tips of their wings. Lancaster XVIII, for the first time, witnesses first hand what he recalls to be the greatest grandeur that life as a Lancaster on the honored steppe can bring you. He comes to sincerely appreciate his lineage, and the importance of it is firmly put into his head. He's an eagle, which means the greatest of the birds. A king among lesser kings, his father tells him. Despite these sayings, Lancaster never grows to be bitter or prejudiced. He often wonders why, what with the influences he has that always vouche for their superiority, but he enjoys the purpose he acquires through birth. Lancaster develops to be fairly confident. He doesn't doubt himself, and he lives the life of someone restricted yet privileged.

Hence why there is trouble when Lancaster XVIII comes out of the closet by bluntly doing public displays of affection with another male Imperial Eagle who is visiting from some other family line. His grandparents are disgusted, surprising their grandson who has no idea that such a thing as being fond of someone of the same gender can be perceived as wrong. Imogen tries to defend him, and his parents try to pass it off as an odd interval in Lancaster's life that will come and go, but Lancaster XVI hears none of it. To him, the idea of keeping what he liked to call 'deadweight genes' was a silly and insulting proposition for the Lancaster line, so he and Jacqueline, his significant other, deliver an ultimatum that he will be ostracized for how he is. Of course, being the way he is, Lancaster XVIII is terribly torn. He is merely a juvenile, just starting to become an adult. But the decision is forced, and he leaves. It puts his family in an awkward and miserable position, no doubt. The future of their lineage cannot be placed on the wings of Imogen, for she will not be able to carry the name onto her chicks.

The final consequences of his leave are unknown to Lancaster. He's humiliated, confused, and angry. He's forced to abandon the steppe, his home, and fly. And just fly because he doesn't know of any other home, so his path is as dark as a spiral leading into a starless sky. It's so ridiculous, though, he thinks. It's not like he only likes male eagles. What of the females he often flirts with? He has never known his family to be so discriminatory, but he knows that they have reason. Basically afraid their heir will turn out to have no offspring because he'll just choose to affiliate with only males. Lancaster wants to return. He feels ashamed. But there's literally nothing to be changed. Especially with winds picking up speed and leading him to new forks in the road that he's never heard of before. Because, oddly enough, as he finally starts to look like a real adult Imperial Eagle, he discovers odd powers. While conversing with an effervescent hawk, his wing touches hers, and her boisterousness somewhat noticeably goes down a notch. Intriguingly, this is when he realizes he has an odd gift of being able to tamper ever so slightly with creature's moods through touch. What an odd bestowment.

Like a door closing to reveal an open gateway, Lancaster hears stories from vagabonds about the state of the world, its affairs, and the news that circulates. Apparently, lands are spread out before them, and if one keeps traveling by the quirk of his gut, then he'll reach the beginning of the hardest trials, through territory so dangerous that they stand as hurdles to a fabled land Lancaster has never heard of before. Yet with the mentioning of the prospect, he discovers that he's perhaps linked in some way to the legend. It throbs in the heart, and it pains in the back of the head like a thorn in the lobe. Enthralled by the new knowledge and with a thirst to really figure out the reasons behind his power and the mysteriousness of others, he commences with newfound purpose to confront the static between him and his first obstacles toward eden.

but it's the wrongs that make the truth come to life;
about me. about me. about me. about me. about me. about me. about me.

NAME: Fahren, Fahr, Fah, Fae. Doesn't matter.
AGE: Sixteen
GENDER: Female
OTHER CHARACTERS: This is my first one!
CODE WORD: Carpe diem
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

The rain came down like harsh spray on the wilderness. It was so thick and furious that Lancaster couldn't really see. The water was rolling down into his feathers, and he could feel himself become supersaturated. He was cold, and he could only smell, feel, taste, hear, and see rain. Because no, it wasn't just water. It had the taint of forest, too, like tree bark and leaves. The droplets battered the trees' branches, and it all sounded like an orgy of tapping woodpeckers or even a waterfall. Lancaster definitely felt like he'd managed to fly straight into one, of course. A land that's pounded by a perpetual waterfall. Honestly, ever since he'd reached the woods, he'd experienced nothing but rain. He really didn't like it — sunlight and clear skies were what he needed, but until a lull in the storm would allow him to travel, he was stuck. As his grandfather used to always tell him, an eagle can commandeer the sky before the onslaught, but under the thunderhead there may only be resignation.

Lancaster's eyes were strong underneath the droplet-speckled lids, piercing through the gray sheet to look upon blotted, gray green silhouettes of the upper canopy. He was perched high enough so that he could claim domain of what was around him, but he was also low enough so that he wasn't foolishly a target in the sky for the rain and lightening. Lancaster could feel his stomach agonize from the lack of food. He'd been having difficulty in such a bizarre environment. He wasn't used to the wet; back on the steppe, it was arid and varied with boulders and the sparse tree to break the horizon line. But here it was tree after tree, no vision of the ground, every creature foreign and seemingly so cunning. He was wary even of descending to the middle and lower canopies. To figure that there were fiercer things down there.... Lancaster was courageous, and he was no coward, but he wasn't stupid. But hunger would drive him to search regardless. If only he could stumble across someone or something to help him out. It would be nice to have a tour guide of sorts, especially since he was so at a loss. Lancaster wondered how civil beasts were in a place so cold and dripping.

[Castaway]

wow! love the character, fahr! <3 have fun!