Post by Kae on Sept 3, 2010 0:11:08 GMT -5
NAME:
She goes by many names, and may choose to introduce herself as one or another depending on her mood. She will respond to the generic "Raven," as addressed to her by another species, and "Gran," as she is known among the younger ravens. Other names include Quill (according to some humans), Fable (to those she has traded stories with), Elder (to those more respectful), and even "Trickster" depending on who is talking to her. If she dislikes something she is called, she will simply ignore it, or come up with a worse name to push back at the offender. (Other names may develop over the course of roleplay)
SPECIES: Northern Raven
Ravens are scavengers, albeit large and intelligent ones. They are twice the size of a crow and have a larger, curved, slightly hooked beak. Omnivores, they will devour fruit, grain, and flesh alike. They are also superb fliers, as graceful and acrobatic as a hawk, and quite playful and curious--they can do somersaults and even fly briefly upside down. They are known to drop sticks and stones and other objects from the air, both as toys and as weapons. They are capable of hunting on their own, usually after eggs, insects, and small rodents/lizards/amphibians, and are not above cooperating with another species such as wolves to locate larger prey, which they then take a share of when the wolves have finished. Ravens have no natural predators of their own.
AGE: 26 years
She is old for a "wild" raven, but still very healthy, having survived off of her wisdom, carefulness, luck, and intelligence for so long. She can expect another decade or more of good health, provided she is able to survive all that the world may throw at her.
APPEARANCE:
For a bird, this old raven can be quite intimidating, with a 4-ft wingspan and cloaked in black. She prides herself on the blue-violet, iridescent sheen to her feathers, and can often be found examining her own feathers in the sun. Her heavy beak is slightly curved , and her tail feathers form the classic raven wedge shape, as distinct from the lesser crow's smaller size, pointed beak, and fan-shaped tail (this can be used to identify a flying raven from a crow, even beyond their greater acrobatics and ability to actually soar).
ABILITIES:
With the natural intelligence of her species also comes the wisdom and experience of age. Ravens are also known for their ability to mimic sounds; given the wide range of creatures inhabiting the valley, she has picked up quite an array of vocalizations and sound effects, and is not above using them to call to, intimidate, or manipulate the other creatures in the valley. She has mastered a great variety of aerial maneuvers over the years, and uses them to great effect when smaller birds try to drive her off; she also has a relatively good aim with a dropped stone from the air, even being able to account for movement and wind.
PERSONALITY:
Proud and sly, if a bit nosy about others' business. Sometimes she may simply listen from the trees, while other times she may flap down to a low branch and invite herself into a conversation, acting as though there should be no question that she was invited to join in. Of course, she also keeps out of reach of the claws and jaws of any creature that could kill her, no matter how trustworthy they may seem: younger ravens may be so bold as to nip at a wolf's tail, but this one stays well clear.
She is something of a secret-keeper, preferring to collect information like shiny baubles for herself. She does have a great love of shiny and colorful things, and has been known to give tips in trade for objects she'd like to have: she is prideful, however, and while never giving false information, she has been known to give only half of a story and leave out important parts in scorn, or to protect others who have been kindly to her.
Aside from tips and information, she can easily be bribed into telling a grand story. She will embellish to add dramatic flare and fill in gaps, and the story may change slightly from telling to telling due to that, but the base story will always remain the same. Some stories are history of the valley, while others are folk tales and lore from beyond her own hatching.
HISTORY:
She has lived in this valley all her life. She had a mate who was killed in the forest fire, but had many successful broods with him before the fire and as a result, is generally referred to as "Gran" or "Elder" by the other ravens in the valley, whether directly descended from her or not. She has outlived many of her own brood, but doesn't seem to regret it or dwell on it: if she dwells on any death, it would be the death of her mate.
No longer with a mate, she has turned away all other suitors since the fire, preferring instead to roam the valley alone and scavenge off of the larger predators' kills. She has easy access to the human village and a wide network of information sources, and prides herself on generally knowing everything that is happening in the valley.
In the past, she has bartered information with the Shadow Hive pack, her knowledge from the air and of human activity proving useful to them. She also sent one particularly offensive beta to his death many years ago (possibly a decade or more), after he had pinned her and threatened her life for information: she then told him the wolf he sought was in a cave, last she'd seen him; leaving out that she'd revisited the cave since then and found it occupied by a denning mother grizzly bear and her 3 nearly-grown cubs.
Ultimately, she has learned that sharing her information is a powerful tool to getting what she wants: food, respect, and new shiny things to add to her hidden cache, nested high in the rock face over the hills. She rarely gives information freely, expecting at least some amount of payment in return, even if it's remnants of a meal.
She goes by many names, and may choose to introduce herself as one or another depending on her mood. She will respond to the generic "Raven," as addressed to her by another species, and "Gran," as she is known among the younger ravens. Other names include Quill (according to some humans), Fable (to those she has traded stories with), Elder (to those more respectful), and even "Trickster" depending on who is talking to her. If she dislikes something she is called, she will simply ignore it, or come up with a worse name to push back at the offender. (Other names may develop over the course of roleplay)
SPECIES: Northern Raven
Ravens are scavengers, albeit large and intelligent ones. They are twice the size of a crow and have a larger, curved, slightly hooked beak. Omnivores, they will devour fruit, grain, and flesh alike. They are also superb fliers, as graceful and acrobatic as a hawk, and quite playful and curious--they can do somersaults and even fly briefly upside down. They are known to drop sticks and stones and other objects from the air, both as toys and as weapons. They are capable of hunting on their own, usually after eggs, insects, and small rodents/lizards/amphibians, and are not above cooperating with another species such as wolves to locate larger prey, which they then take a share of when the wolves have finished. Ravens have no natural predators of their own.
AGE: 26 years
She is old for a "wild" raven, but still very healthy, having survived off of her wisdom, carefulness, luck, and intelligence for so long. She can expect another decade or more of good health, provided she is able to survive all that the world may throw at her.
APPEARANCE:
For a bird, this old raven can be quite intimidating, with a 4-ft wingspan and cloaked in black. She prides herself on the blue-violet, iridescent sheen to her feathers, and can often be found examining her own feathers in the sun. Her heavy beak is slightly curved , and her tail feathers form the classic raven wedge shape, as distinct from the lesser crow's smaller size, pointed beak, and fan-shaped tail (this can be used to identify a flying raven from a crow, even beyond their greater acrobatics and ability to actually soar).
ABILITIES:
With the natural intelligence of her species also comes the wisdom and experience of age. Ravens are also known for their ability to mimic sounds; given the wide range of creatures inhabiting the valley, she has picked up quite an array of vocalizations and sound effects, and is not above using them to call to, intimidate, or manipulate the other creatures in the valley. She has mastered a great variety of aerial maneuvers over the years, and uses them to great effect when smaller birds try to drive her off; she also has a relatively good aim with a dropped stone from the air, even being able to account for movement and wind.
PERSONALITY:
Proud and sly, if a bit nosy about others' business. Sometimes she may simply listen from the trees, while other times she may flap down to a low branch and invite herself into a conversation, acting as though there should be no question that she was invited to join in. Of course, she also keeps out of reach of the claws and jaws of any creature that could kill her, no matter how trustworthy they may seem: younger ravens may be so bold as to nip at a wolf's tail, but this one stays well clear.
She is something of a secret-keeper, preferring to collect information like shiny baubles for herself. She does have a great love of shiny and colorful things, and has been known to give tips in trade for objects she'd like to have: she is prideful, however, and while never giving false information, she has been known to give only half of a story and leave out important parts in scorn, or to protect others who have been kindly to her.
Aside from tips and information, she can easily be bribed into telling a grand story. She will embellish to add dramatic flare and fill in gaps, and the story may change slightly from telling to telling due to that, but the base story will always remain the same. Some stories are history of the valley, while others are folk tales and lore from beyond her own hatching.
HISTORY:
She has lived in this valley all her life. She had a mate who was killed in the forest fire, but had many successful broods with him before the fire and as a result, is generally referred to as "Gran" or "Elder" by the other ravens in the valley, whether directly descended from her or not. She has outlived many of her own brood, but doesn't seem to regret it or dwell on it: if she dwells on any death, it would be the death of her mate.
No longer with a mate, she has turned away all other suitors since the fire, preferring instead to roam the valley alone and scavenge off of the larger predators' kills. She has easy access to the human village and a wide network of information sources, and prides herself on generally knowing everything that is happening in the valley.
In the past, she has bartered information with the Shadow Hive pack, her knowledge from the air and of human activity proving useful to them. She also sent one particularly offensive beta to his death many years ago (possibly a decade or more), after he had pinned her and threatened her life for information: she then told him the wolf he sought was in a cave, last she'd seen him; leaving out that she'd revisited the cave since then and found it occupied by a denning mother grizzly bear and her 3 nearly-grown cubs.
Ultimately, she has learned that sharing her information is a powerful tool to getting what she wants: food, respect, and new shiny things to add to her hidden cache, nested high in the rock face over the hills. She rarely gives information freely, expecting at least some amount of payment in return, even if it's remnants of a meal.