Post by berhanu on Feb 11, 2009 21:19:32 GMT -8
[/img] (No image, sorry.)Berhanu.
[*img]photo of character here, not too big, don't stretch the page.
"I bring the fire, make you come alive; I can take you higher."[/center]
OOC
alias: Cassian
experience: About a year or two of serious RP.
how did you find us: I found you on a Potter RP forum.
other characters: None.
rules password: I keep the lantern burning hot.
THE BASICS
name: Berhanu
nicknames: None.
age: 300 years old including rebirths. (there's no canon on phoes, so are rebirths accepted?)
birthdate: 1640 human time
race&species: Narnian Phoenix.
rank: Battle Phoenix.
occupation: Phoenix.
THE PHYSICAL
body type: The bird's form is quite large for any avian. He rivals the size of the largest birds alive in the human world with a wingspan of 4 and a half meters across. His body is slender due to the light bone structure characteristic to raptors.
hair: There isn't any hair on his body but he does have a short, sleek pair of plumes on the top of his head.
eyes: His eyes are a bright yellow and are round and large in shape.
height: A meter tall. Nearly a meter and a half long with tail coverts.
weight: 13 1/2 kilograms.
facial features: A grey, pointed beak sits in the middle, dividing his large eyes. The rest of his face is covered in copper and crimson colored feathers with a healthy sheen to them. His facial structure suggests raptor-like behavior, but he isn't into prey by nature. This phoenix is sustained by nothing other than the dawn's dew and mountain snow.
clothing: He's naked.
racial features: He's got large coverts trailing from behind him and a huge wingspan. His legs are covered in thick magenta colored scales and have large black talons. He seems to be able to light himself on fire at will but cannot project flame. He sings in a deep bass tone, and adores filling the sky with his dark and cavernous timbre.
anything else: He's just a big ol' bird. He's uh, most likely to be seen in the morning, dipping his beak to the grass.
playby: None, yet.
THE MENTAL
likes:
-fresh morning dew
-bitter cold winters
-flying on the wind currents
-singing
-offering others advice
-battle
-strategy games
-other phoenix
-pondering the past
-being useful
dislikes:
-stale water
-grooming
-losing feathers/molting
-arrows
-anything projectile and aimed at him, actually
-squeaky voices
-killing dumb animals
-abuse towards dumb animals
-arrogance
-being ignored
strengths:
-uncanny fire ability (can turn into burning fire, can't project fire but he can leave it behind him, smoke screens, cannot be burned)
-flying (esecially swift on wings, excellent night and day vision, excellent navigation and memory)
-humble (stroking egos, ahoy. Not very easy to rile)
-strategic mind (on the battlefield/as a scout)
-healing tears (large surface wounds, muscle tears, fatigue, nausea, does not cause scars)
weaknesses:
-limits to healing (large internal wounds, broken bones, near-death, poison, disabilities, pre-existing scars, emotional wounds)
-prone to becoming detached or apathetic / lack of compassion
-water or ice slows him down, magically and geographically.
-cannot fathom killing dumb animals - especially for eating. (causes nausea and fainting in extreme cases)
-is not immortal. Piercing projectiles such as arrows may kill him since he cannot heal deep internal wounds if they are severe.
goals: Berhanu wishes to gain a permanent rank in his kingdom. In the past he was present in battle, but otherwise he had no real talents for the court other than singing. Also, he wishes to someday meet Aslan.
fears: Never finding his place in Narnia besides seclusion, being rejected or put down by Aslan.
general personality: Berhanu is an honorable phoe. He likes to imagine that he brings forth heat, passion, hope, comfort, pride and fire with his wings and the bravery/victory of battle clutched between his dark talons. This is not always the case however. In reality he's prone to becoming stubborn, prideful to the point of arrogance, impatient, un-compassionate with sentient beings, and squeamish. He's poetic, and can readily compose a song due to his large lifespan practicing with the English language.
As a hatching, Berhanu was a shocking mixture of pride and independence. His first years in the nest were guided strongly on growth and strength due to his equally prideful, red parents. They taught him the art of being humble and respectful - their own pride had cost them in the past and they did not want their only hatchling to fall into the same traps. Thus his vanity was suppressed - though someone who strokes his ego may not be faced with a modest bird. He does have a tendency to become egotistical if not checked.
THE HISTORICAL
parents: Lukiel and Kaujin
siblings: None so far as he knows.
history: His first years in the nest were guided strongly on growth and intellect. His parents knew the time for his physical strength was as important as his magical and intellectual - thus, they spent great time on Berhanu, feeding his mind as well as his body; denying him the use of his magic until he was of full, healthy size.
For many years he hid himself from the world in which discovery was abundant, to learn what he could about his previously locked-away talents. Centuries passed, basic knowledge and sheen in his feathers gained. By now, Berhanu’s strength of personality was evident. Quick to irritate, but anger was always checked, and full of just right and a passion unmatched by any he would encounter; seemingly made for the role of a leader. But gosh, was he a sissy when he saw the slaughter of any non speaking animal.
Manipulation of fire was his strength, and he schooled himself until he was confident his ability with it was complete. When the time came upon that he would school himself in the art and skill of creating flame, he was surprised to learn that phoenix was not only allowed to manipulate, but set a flame from within their bodies in a fairly natural, easy manner. Fascinated by this discovery as he would every other secret he learned from then on, Berhanu grew pompous with his ignorant knowledge, thinking he was omnipotent in his field of study.
Until the death of his parents by projectiles! Berhanu discovered that sentient beings were greedy and had slain his parents for their healing properties and fire-proof feathers. He'd returned to the nesting cliff to find the bodies of his parents - and their murderers quickly scrambling the cliffs to reach their priceless corpses. His tears could not being them back to life, and when the sentients finally approached he flew the coop, frightened for his own life. He was a full grown bird by then, and secluded himself in the mountains to mourn his parents all through the age of the White Witch's reign.
He still carried the prejudice about sentient beings with him when he left the isolation of the mountains, ready to mingle years later with the inhabitants of Narnia. Gradually he learned to push his negative feeling aside and embrace the differences between sentient beings and those dumb creatures - and immersed himself in song and entertainment for King Caspian after his return to the throne.
THE ROLEPLAYING
canon or original character: Original.
why do you want to play this character: I've always wanted to find some use for the old phoenix bio I had lyin' around.
take this quiz: www.springhole.net/quizzes/marysue.htm
what was your character's score?: Haha! I laughed so many times during that quiz! It was long though. >.> My score was 12.
roleplay sample: (Character from the sample is a cowardly Naga)
Slenderback opened his mouth wide, showing off his short little fangs. He'd decided to go hunting, though he wasn't particularly proud of his abilities yet, and had met with a rather angry looking stag.
There were no signs of anger on the beast's face, if the feral thing had such meaning behind facial muscles, but Slenderback could already feel himself growing frightened, amplifying even the tiniest twitches into a sign of threat. Basically, he was making a monster of the harmless deer. Faced with such a small lance, he felt helpless. It was those long, foreboding antlers. He was so small, he feared being impaled.
He stood frozen as the wild animal took a curious step forwards, sleek black nose twitching. Slenderback shrieked and made messy use of his anal plates, instantly beginning to flail and thrash his thin tail in motions to make himself more intimidating. No way was that a curious sniff, it was a snarl! The stag had snarled!
Tightly closing his large eyes, Slender continued his thrashing until he had built enough courage to whip his lance in the direction he thought the stag was still occupying. He froze once more upon the cast, and waited. Nothing? Quickly opening his copper eyes and taking a curious look about, Slender was surprised to find his lance uselessly stuck in the ground a few feet away.
A moment in brevity, for silence was needed for him to think. Finally, puffing his chest out grandly, the male slithered over to his weapon and pulled it from the ground with a triumphant fist in the air. The stag had obviously run away in terror.
Who was the fearless predator now! But, even in his immediate victory, Slenderback was thinking of his lost breakfast.
. . .Darn.
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