Pascal

[jamz]

PASCAL

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

BIRTH NAME: Pascal.
NICKNAMES: none.
GENDER: female.
MILESTONE: Twelve.
SPECIES: Avine.
BREED: Golden eagle.
LOYALTY: beast
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
POWER: Electricity

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

HEIGHT: 31 in.
WEIGHT: 10 lb.
COAT COLOUR: Like most other Golden eagles, Pascal has dark brown feathers for the majority of her body with hints of light- almost golden brow dashes in between. From the crown of her head to the nape of her neck, the golden brown feathers are at their most brilliant. Her tail feathers are also dark brown.
EYE COLOUR: Her eyes have that proud and strong look that most eagles possess- they always seem unforgiving and merciless to most. They are muddy brown in color.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: none.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: Pascal is an all around normal looking Golden eagle- almost too normal that she almost seems perfect. Brown and gold, yellow and brown... brown. Not the most interesting of colors, right? But that's only at a glance, there is much more to a being than what meets the eye. Pascal has the aura of a god, or so she thinks- always standing tall with her head held high, her eyes always coolly searching her surroundings. When walking, she struts with the authority of a queen and when flying, she almost conveys the idea of grace better than the immortals themselves. Mistakes are inexcusable, and Pascal always maintains a stately appearance- anyone around her who is less than absolutely stunning must get themselves up to par with Pascal or face a wing slap to the face.

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: cleanliness, passion, beauty, love, perfection, rainbows.
DISLIKES: All things dirty, body odor, idiocy, frogs, ugliness.
STRENGTHS: Pascal is very passionate and once she commits to something, boy does she commit. Her whole life pretty much revolves around victory, making her a very dangerous opponent.
WEAKNESSES: She is far too vain, if one scratch is even laid on her she will become absolutely useless and use up all her time an energy concealing it. There is also the fact that everyone around her must be perfect which more often than not makes her quite a few enemies.
DESIRES: The most handsome eagle in the world to then make the most beautiful baby eagles in the world. Oh, and also to make everyone as beautiful as her.
SECRETS: That as a hatching, she was the least favored of her siblings.
PHOBIAS: Surprisingly, Pascal hates others' ugliness but she tolerates it. her true phobia is she herself becoming ugly.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Pascal is a proud, vain, and passionate bird. She has the air of an empress and a personality to match. Oddly enough, Pascal does not care for being treated like a princess as much as being perceived as one. She is content with being admired, even if she is truly not being admired but just looked at. It's all the same to her. Although Pascal seems detached from reality with all this talk of beauty and perfection, she is well aware of the horrors that plague these lands... and she embraces it wholeheartedly. It's not a pretty sight but to Pascal Pyraeus is one of those rare things that although filled with mystery, betrayal, and death still shines brightly and beautifully- and that is her most favorite thing of all. And so Pascal, whom adores attention and beauty can also love the things that she hates- for she believes she can fix them.

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

BIRTHPLACE: Outside of Pyraeus
SIRE: Curtieo.
DAME: Marloea.
SIBLINGS: Tul (brother) and Salara (sister).
LOVERS: None.
OFFSPRING: None.
OTHER: Folrean (gandfather).
HISTORY: Do you remember Pascal's secret? Well, it shaped her whole life from the time she could perceive opinion to this very moment. As a hatchling, she was absolutely hideous. She was naked- there was no soft white plumage that adorned her two siblings so beautifully, Pascal was utterly exposed to the world as the runt of the litter. Her parents, worried about providing for three chicks, wondered whether or not Pascal was necessary and if they should just put her out of her misery. But thankfully Pascal had a surprisingly involved grandfather who persuaded the young couple to keep her and watch her grow into something magnificent. Days went by and while Pascal's siblings grew stronger Pascal was struggling to even get up out of the nest. Eventually Pascal was able to stand on her two feet and grow the soft feathers that here siblings still possessed but her parents still fretted over her brother and sister simply because they were bigger and healthier then she was.

After many weeks of nesting, it was finally time to begin flying lessons. Pascal had dreaded this day- her siblings were far superior in the strength department and she feared she wouldn't even be able to jump. Her fears became truth and as she watched her brother and sister take flight she was left to watch them from afar. But the eagle she loved the most, her grandfather, continuously supported her and even gave her extra lessons. Pascal was soon flying with her family and the idea of tossing her aside never crossed her parents mind again. Unfortunately Pascal learned of their previous distaste for her frailty and before they could say another word she took off and was never seen in those lands again. On her journey Pascal met many perils for she was still young but she became stronger too- her muscles were well formed and her feathers were as majestic as her parents' had been. Majestic- that was the word she often heard the animals below call her on her journey. The rush of pleasure that enveloped her mind at the sudden realization propelled her onward and eventually shaped her into the eagle she is today- an eagle that proves her parents' previous notions wrong and goes above and beyond the word majestic.

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: Jamz, jammy, jammers- You name it!
AGE: 16!
GENDER: She
OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope :(
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

It was cold for a spring day and Aili couldn't help but relax in it's icy embrace. It was not often that she could do that... relax that is. She breathed in the wind, it smelled of wild flowers and snow- a very pleasant smell for a blind soul such as hers. With legs that seemed to creak as they rose, Aili shook herself of the dirt she had layed in and began to slowly walk across the vast plains. Some of the grass she walked upon was as red as her coat while some was as green as the leaves that grew on blooming trees. It almost seemed like a rainbow, so delicate and beautiful- it was too bad Aili would never be able to see it. If she could see the beauty this world offered maybe she wouldn't be so rude to others and instead admire them. Oh but the thought was all too sickening to Aili, who practically began to mutter insults at herself until her nose caught the scent of something else she could barrage taunts with slithered it's way into her mind. A ominous smile played upon her lips, and her teeth practically shone with her deviant idea.

There was another wolf- a male to be exact, who was roaming this land just as she was. Aili never was one for beginning conversations, but she was in such a confident mood at that moment that she just couldn't help herself. With a quick inhale of anticipation she bounded off her little haven of scents and sounds and ran towards her new toy, hoping as hard as she could that he would not be one to get annoyed easily and just let her have her fun. With a yip of excitement she stopped a good few feet away from the other wolf with her chest held high and her blind eyes scouring the strangers body like that of a snake sizing up it's prey. Aili took one small step forward and cackled, "What do you think you're doing? Why don't you fly on back where you came from". Aili smiled and cocked her head to the side, wondering all the while what the wings of a wolf must taste like.

[Castaway]