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Age: 100 years (but rocs live to be 500)
Race: Roc
Plumage: Tawny and brown, speckled by white feathers (caused by too much thinking =P) with a completely black head and white beak.
Eyes: Brown laced with blue (
)
Gender: Male
Skills/weapons:
As a young roc he can fly around the world twice without stopping for rest, by skilfully manipulating the high trade winds, mistrals and updrafts. He has powerful eyesight comparable to that of an eagle. His beak is razor sharp and so are his claws; however, his foster family has designed special gloves which slip on and off his feet with ease and give him the firm grip of any human hand if he needs. Even then, though, he is still a little awkward, and he knows that most things designed for humans are off-limits to his manipulation.
Personality:
As young and impetuous as a young roc should be, he is more given to strange philosophical meanderings at times, due to his strangely chequered life story. Nevertheless there *are* times when he just can't get over carnivorous roc instincts...
History:
He had the misfortune to be hatched during a great upheaval of the roc society, and so he was not brought up amongst his own kind but instead by a then young merchant (and later, his children) who took pity on a poor young orphaned chick. As he grew, he dedicated himself diligently to study; his clear eyesight coupled with a young and fast brain enabled him to study fast and well. By the time of the present, he is already a distinguished scholar in many fields; and yet he is growing restless in contemplating his strange identity.
So his foster merchants have sent him to the Great Citadel to find a worthy quest to join. He has happily agreed because with his wide studies, he knows that rocs do not lay single eggs: and he has begun to wonder if he will find any of his clutch...
Race: Roc
Plumage: Tawny and brown, speckled by white feathers (caused by too much thinking =P) with a completely black head and white beak.
Eyes: Brown laced with blue (
)Gender: Male
Skills/weapons:
As a young roc he can fly around the world twice without stopping for rest, by skilfully manipulating the high trade winds, mistrals and updrafts. He has powerful eyesight comparable to that of an eagle. His beak is razor sharp and so are his claws; however, his foster family has designed special gloves which slip on and off his feet with ease and give him the firm grip of any human hand if he needs. Even then, though, he is still a little awkward, and he knows that most things designed for humans are off-limits to his manipulation.
Personality:
As young and impetuous as a young roc should be, he is more given to strange philosophical meanderings at times, due to his strangely chequered life story. Nevertheless there *are* times when he just can't get over carnivorous roc instincts...
History:
He had the misfortune to be hatched during a great upheaval of the roc society, and so he was not brought up amongst his own kind but instead by a then young merchant (and later, his children) who took pity on a poor young orphaned chick. As he grew, he dedicated himself diligently to study; his clear eyesight coupled with a young and fast brain enabled him to study fast and well. By the time of the present, he is already a distinguished scholar in many fields; and yet he is growing restless in contemplating his strange identity.
So his foster merchants have sent him to the Great Citadel to find a worthy quest to join. He has happily agreed because with his wide studies, he knows that rocs do not lay single eggs: and he has begun to wonder if he will find any of his clutch...
