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PROMPT: In a society defined by the shape, color, and lineage of wings, how will your characters cope?

GOALS/VIBES: Found family, fluff, angst, lots of comfort, group preening, sibling dynamics, roughhousing, light-hearted activities.


RULES:

  • andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply.
  • LGBT+ Friendly!
  • Cussing is fine unless otherwise stated.
  • References to sex are fine, but nothing explicit. If you want to write it, please do so elsewhere.
  • There's no word limit for responses, but I do expect you to be able to keep a good flow and be conscientious of others' replies.
  • I retain the right to add more rules or change them as I see fit. If at any point you feel like I'm being unreasonable, please let me know and we can work something out.

BASIC INFORMATION:

  • Set in an alternate universe in which bird-like people, known more commonly as ‘avians’, are at the top of the food chain.
  • The setting is a seaside city affectionately referred to as ‘Cradle’, or more officially, Daydol. It’s a blend of rural and urban, with sweeping skyscrapers and imposing trees alike. Rooftops are covered in greenery of all kinds, while a large percentage of buildings are constructed with bridges and ledges for landing or taking off. In addition to the bridges, aerial roots and sturdy clotheslines offer perches for smaller avian species. Shops, nests, and workplaces are built dangling in the air just as often as they are in grounded buildings, although nearly all have access via bridges for those unable to fly. [[Standard Building]] [[Standard Nest]] [[Bird’s Eye View of Cradle]] ( ← visuals to be added)
  • Rather than a democratic government or monarchy, Cradle and the surrounding cities are ruled by an oligarchy of white-winged avians.
  • The technology in this world is nowhere near the technology of ours. They have basic electricity and plumbing in a few places, but cellular devices and the like don't exist. The same goes for weapons; the most popular are lightweight spears that can be carried while flying, but other archaic weapons are available in the right places. Bow and arrows are highly illegal and it's considered taboo to wield them, not to mention a huge offense to the oligarchy.
  • There is no set currency in this word. Instead, shops and pay depend on trade. Prices vary on what individuals find valuable or useful or what they can use to purchase something else they find valuable or useful. This is, however, flawed, as prejudice can make it difficult for some avians to afford what they need.
  • Generally, the city of Cradle is a tight-knit community, albeit one with a blatant social hierarchy (which is detailed in the section called ‘THE HONORED AND THE STIGMATIZED’). Neighbors tend to readily trade what they have, leading to a very slim population of lower class and a high sense of inclusiveness among the respected.

AVIAN INFORMATION:

  • Homo avian; generally human in appearance with birdlike traits or features.
  • Appearance depends upon species, but all avians are born with wings, talons in place of feet, and feather fluff in place of most body hair, excluding head and facial hair, which remains a similar structure to humans. It’s important to note that wings are separate from arms, translating to six limbs instead of four.
  • The type of flight best suited to an avian depends entirely on wing type.
    —> Broad soaring wings (i.e. vultures, hawks, eagles, etc.) are good for catching wind and traveling long distances without the need for constantly flapping and exerting energy. [[Example]]
    —> Long soaring wings (i.e. seagulls, albatrosses, etc.) are sleeker and act almost like parachutes, able to carry an individual farther than broad soaring wings at the price of maneuverability. [[Example]]
    —> High-speed wings (i.e. falcons, ducks, swifts, etc.) allow the individual to move at exceptionally high speeds but expend energy far more quickly and rely on heavy flapping to stay airborne when they’re moving slower. [[Example]]
    —> Elliptical wings (i.e. sparrows, blackbirds, crows, etc.) are more of a compromise type, with the ability to gather the individual speed incredibly quickly. This, of course, costs energy and lots of flapping, but it combines the speed of high-speed wings with the maneuverability of broad sparking wings. [[Example]]
    —> Hovering wings (i.e.hummingbirds, kestrels) are the only wing type that allows an avian to stay in place while airborne. The wings beat extremely fast to do this, leading to incredible maneuverability and speed, but terrible energy conservation. These wing types struggle to fly long distances and are very rare in Cradle. [[Example]]
  • Avian bones are hollow and far more fragile than their human counterparts. They’re generally much smaller, too, with the average avian standing at about 5’5". It's incredibly rare for avians to be over 5'8". The average wingspan is roughly twice the size of said individual, but once again varies based on species.
  • Avians have enhanced hearing and sight, although the extent also depends upon species. On average, they can hear and see things about two to three times better than average humans.
  • Instincts are an important factor of this society. Avians have all kinds of instincts, the most notable being territorial, although it’s rare for actual fights to break out.

THE HONORED AND THE STIGMATIZED:

  • Pure white wings are regarded as godly and treated as such. It’s impossible to convincingly dye feathers white, and anyone that tries may be cast out (forced to live on the ground level of Cradle or leave entirely). White-winged individuals get the best trades available and they’re nearly always a part of the oligarchy by birth. Commonly referred to as “Honored Ones'' or plainly “Honored”. Public disrespect towards them is not tolerated.
  • Birds of prey are also highly respected. They tend to make up the guard and other protective roles, as well as the heavy lifters in general. Society pegs them as the most physically capable, and they get the best trades after the Honored.
  • Corvids and black-winged species are generally seen as the lowest of the low. They’re considered thieves due to their natural affinity for collecting shiny things, as well as bad luck associated with death or illness. None of this is founded on actual evidence, but most corvids and black-winged individuals are made to live on the ground level or in more secluded areas of Cradle, regardless. Some shops outwardly ban these individuals, while others offer only unfair trade deals. There are a few select businesses that are friendly towards their kind, however, typically set up near the ground. Commonly referred to as “Cursed Ones” or “Cursed”.

OTHER:

  • While Cradle idolizes the Honored and preaches good community, crime runs rampant beneath the decorated nests and colorful shops. The Cursed are the most common victims and instigators of these crimes, but it’s not uncommon for other species to fall victim or join in. Those with flashy, rare, or beautiful wings are especially at risk, as naturally colored feathers are always in high demand for decoration, jewelry, or bedding.
  • To go with the above point, dyed feathers lose their natural luster. Individuals who dye their wings heavily rely on wax products to keep their wings in good health.
  • There are safe shelters on ground level, carved out by sympathetic avians who believe society is wrongly prejudiced, but these are few and far between, and Cradle is a massive city.
  • The population of Cradle is roughly two million!

THE ABOVE AREA IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE. FEEL FREE TO PROPOSE IDEAS!!


CHARACTER TEMPLATE
Name:
Aliases/Preferred Name/Nicknames: (optional, but be sure to differentiate)
Type of Bird:
Age:
Gender & Pronouns:
Sexuality:
Backstory: (optional, but recommended)
Appearance: (please be descriptive. images are fine) (also include a section on what their wings look like)
Personality:
Role: (soldier, poet, or king; make sure to check the other characters to see if a role has already been taken!)
Other: (can be anything. feel free to add more fields beneath this if you want, or link a page here if you have it!)


ROLES:

  • Solider; adventurous, protective, a prankster/troublemaker, impulsive. Middle child vibes. TAKEN
  • Poet; clever, quick-witted, earnest, calculating. Youngest child vibes. TAKEN
  • King; intelligent, patient, determined, kind. Oldest child vibes. TAKEN

—> Please note that these are loose guidelines and won't define your character. Feel free to deviate.
—> Just because the role is called 'King' doesn't mean the character has to be male.
—> Also, these aren't literal roles, but rather rough personality traits.


Please include if you have any relevant triggers so we can avoid them!!

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Name: Roux (pronounced 'roo') Denvers
Aliases/Preferred Name/Nicknames: N/A
Type of Bird: [[Strawberry Finch]]
Age: Thirteen
Gender & Pronouns: Male; he/him
Sexuality: Panromantic
Backstory: Roux was raised by his Uncle Garrett, an osprey and a retired member of the guard. His mother vanished when he was three and his father, also an osprey, is an active member of the guard who has more than expressed his disappointment in Roux for taking after his mother. His Uncle Garrett, however, made it clear that he loves Roux no matter what, and made it a point to teach him everything he could. That included basic academics, nature identification, and, when his wings were developed enough, flying drills and standard spear combat. Roux is an early bloomer among avians, partly in due to his species and partly to luck, but his uncle thinks his dad's genetics may have had a part in his growth, after all.
Appearance: 5'0" even with a tanned complexion and curly, sandy blonde hair. A boyish face that clearly hasn't yet grown into its features, with warm, honey brown eyes that are curious and round. His talons are flesh-toned and neatly trimmed, oftentimes painted a gold that nearly matches his hair in color. Downy feathers pepper his upper shoulders and trail down his arms, bright red at the top and fading to a barely noticeable off-white, while his thighs and calves follow the same pattern. His wings are a brilliant combination of ruby red for the scapulars, marginal coverts, and alulas, and a milk chocolaty brown that shimmers with red highlights for the secondary, secondary covert, primary, and primary covert feathers. Speckles of white dot the entirety of his wingspan.
Personality: Sociable, if a bit shy and timid at first. Don't be fooled by appearances—Roux loves to cause trouble, especially if he can rope other people into it. Incredibly hard to provoke directly, but messing with his friends will inspire fierce protectiveness.
Role: Soldier
Other:

  • Has a very soft and sweet singing voice representative of his species.
  • Loves to build nests, especially when he feels unsafe.
  • Diet is primarily vegetarian with occasional dried meat or seafood.
  • Very sensitive to colder temperatures; his plumage will lose its vivid color and luster if he's stuck in them for too long. His feathers instinctively fluff up when he's cold.
  • Conversely, he thrives in tropical, warm temperatures.
  • A surprisingly sturdy species despite his small size.
  • Elliptical wings!

STILL IN DEVELOPMENT

Deleted user

Sure thing! Also I just realized my rules included something about a writing sample, so please disregard that for this roleplay. I copied them from another one I started, but I'll change that now.

Welcome aboard!

Deleted user

Of course!! I'm happy to have you! That said, as you may or may not have noticed, I've made a lot of changes since I first posted this. Mostly worldbuilding, because I started this at like 12:30am and was way too tired to flesh anything out or give much more than a half awake ramble. But yeah, I would definitely recommend reading through the edited original post if you haven't already to confirm if it's still something you want to participate in! If not, no hard feelings—I know it got a lot more specific all of a sudden lol.

Deleted user

Hello! May I join?

Yes, you most definitely can! That leaves the 'King' role to you if that's alright? If not, you can have soldier, since Roux can fit in multiple categories!

I just read over it all, you put a lot of thought into this! I'd like to be the poet character! I have the perfect male character!

Thank you! It was all thanks to the power of procrastinating my homework… Lol. And yes please, I can wait to see him!

@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

Name: Nathaniel Rhysand Graye
Preferred Name/Nicknames: Nathan or Nate/ Neil, Gray, Grump
Type of Bird: Cockatiel
Age: 16
Gender & Pronouns: male; he/him
Sexuality:  bisexual
Backstory: TBD
Appearance: Nathan is 5'5 and has tan skin. He has freckles dotting his nose and under his eyes, and a small scar on the left side of his chin. His eyes are a stormy grey and he has long eyelashes. Nathan has dark brown hair in soft curls. He cheeks get a rosy red colour when he is angry or embarrassed. Nathan has pale pink feet with light grey talons. He keeps them short but sharp, occasionally dipping them in different coloured inks to lightly dye them. His wings are primarily a soft, pale yellow with soft grey and white splotches in the middle.
Personality: Nathan usually keeps to himself, but is very social. He likes to be in the presence of others even if he isn't actively talking to them. Nathan is sarcastic and asks a lot of rethorical questions, its his way of showing others he cares (his words). Nathan is loving and caring and is surprisingly great with kids.
Role: Poet
Other: He has a favourite pen and notebook and he absolutely loves making his own journals.

@CWPoofToxicRush

Name: Aella Conners
Aliases/Preferred Name/Nicknames: Usually just goes by Aella, though close friends and family can call her Ella
Type of Bird: Raven
Age: 17
Gender & Pronouns: Female, she/her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Backstory: (optional, but recommended) In all honesty, I'm still working on this part. I've had her bouncing around my head for a while and thought this would be a good chance to flesh her out a bit.
Appearance: Aella is petite and scrawny, with her small frame usually hidden in large sweaters or band tees and flannels. Her hair is black and curly, and cut into a bob that always frizzes out a bit from the wind when she flies. Her eyes are mismatched-her left eye is a warm brown, and the right is a bright blue. Her skin is pale and dotted with freckles, especially across her face. She sticks almost strickly to jeans, usually worn to the point of having holes, and combat boots. She carries her things (and sometimes her friend's things, as the one with the purse usually does) in a secondhand leather messenger bag, because it can rest comfortably between her wings and she doesn't have to worry about dropping it. Dresses for practicality. Always. Her wings are black, but catch a dark blue in certain lights. Her talons are flesh-colored, and sometimes painted with black polish that always chips. https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRk4sDuXPD5NAZoGNHdZgYMFsQIwt96XOu7Uw&usqp=CAU https://corvidresearch.files.wordpress.com/2018/12/Revn-wing.jpg?w=584
Personality: Aella is a smart girl, just easily distracted and not motivated with most academic topics. She is good at taking a lot of shit, and can go through something a million times before she outwardly shows how fed up she is. There isn't a lot that can stop her from doing what she needs, unless she has to hurt someone innocent. She won't start a fight if she can help it, but she'll sure as hell finish one. She's usually the first one out there with a first aid kit and comfort. She hates seeing others hurt, her heart's too big for her tiny body. Sometimes needs a reminder to take care of herself too.
Role: King
Other: Aella's parents are not in the picture. They've been missing since she was fourteen. Don't ask her what happened, because she doesn't know either.

Deleted user

I love them both! And yep, the roles weren't meant to be literal (although it's fine if they are), so Aella is more than fine as the "king"!

I've actually got a lot going on today, but I'll try to worm in a response sometime soon. Before that, though, would you guys like for the characters to already know each other, or to meet for the first time?

Deleted user

Agreed! And hmmm, how about our characters are acquaintances at the start and get to know each other better throughout? Maybe they meet up somewhere and we go from there?

Deleted user

Alrighty, I'm going to go ahead and post a starter since Stark also said they were good with either!

Deleted user

“Hey, Uncle Garrett?” Roux chirped, feathers fluffed in anticipation as he peeked through the arch to the living room.

The osprey turned from his book, smiling fondly when he saw his nephew. “If you did your chores,” he answered preemptively, eyes already back to scanning the pages as Roux let out a whoop and grabbed his satchel. Without missing a beat, the finch bolted for the exit.

“Be careful! Don’t go too far, and be back by sunset,” Garrett called after him, idly turning a page and fixing him with a stern look.

Roux spun to face his uncle less than a foot from the edge of the open platform, just barely managing a two-fingered salute before falling backward out of sight. He twisted midair, wings flaring out to slow his descent as he surveyed the area for any other fliers.

Seeing none in the immediate vicinity, he doubled back to retrieve the small spear tucked between the branches outside their nest. Thanks to the small wooden sheath his uncle crafted, the weapon would look like nothing more than a stick from afar. Even up close it was difficult to spot unless you were looking for it, since the space between it and the shaft was nearly seamless. Couldn’t have the neighbors wondering why a thirteen-year-old was carrying around a deadly weapon, now could they?

Feeling more confident, Roux pushed off the side of the nest with his talons, hugging the spear to his chest and tucking his wings in close. He plummeted several hundred feet before adjusting his course so he wouldn’t end up a pancake, flapping several times to slow himself down.

The light seemed to dim the lower he got—no doubt a product of the towering buildings and shadows of nests constructed above—but he ignored the shiver along his spine; he wasn’t going to the ground level, so there was no need to worry.

It wasn’t long before he spotted a large opening in the side of a skyscraper. It was about ten stories off the ground, if his judgment was anything to be trusted, with a distinctly vacant look to it. At least, on the outside.

Over the course of a week Roux had been gathering various knick-knacks and decorations to brighten the place up, all in anticipation of creating a hangout for his new friends and him to stay. It was far enough off the ground that the surface dwellers wouldn’t bother them and low enough that other avians hesitated to investigate. In other words: Perfect.

He tipped his weight to the side and half-glided, half-flapped his way through the opening, managing a smooth transition into a walk as his talons touched the floor. He shrugged off his satchel and looped the strap around his spear, tossing it into a corner and all but collapsing stomach-first onto a nearby bean bag chair.

“Nathaniel? Aella? You guys here yet?” he called, too lazy to actually check the conjoining rooms.

@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

"Coming out right now Roux." Nathan called from one of the rooms. His selected room wasn't organised at the moment, considering that he had brought some colourful feather to hang up. There were books scattered around the room in piles, an ink well balanced dangerously on the edge of a small desk, and a few pens and pen parts were speckled throughout the room. Nathan attached the last feather to the mural on the wall and stepped back in satisfaction, it was coming along nicely.

As he took another step back, Nathan tripped over a pile of books and fell on his back with a loud thump. He groaned and looked around angrily, picking them up and setting them in the pile again. He caught the balancing inkwell and pushed it back before it had a chance to fall, standing up and grabbing his bag. He came out of the room to see Roux sprawled in a bean bag and laughed. "Hey."

@CWPoofToxicRush

Aella landed in their little hide-out, taking a few moments to catch her breath from the flight. She smiled a bit, running a hand through her hair. "Hey." She said, taking her back off and setting it down. "Did I miss anything?" She let her wings stretch a bit, before folding them back against her back. "Sorry I'm late, over slept because I stayed up last night."

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"No worries, take your time!" Roux shouted back, only moving from his comfy spot when he heard steps approaching. He pushed himself up, neatly tucking the wing obscuring his vision and grinning at the cockatiel. "How's it going?" he greeted, watching raptly as Nathaniel made his way across the room.

A slight breeze rocked into the room, drawing gentle tones from the various wind chimes he'd hung and signaling Aella's arrival.

Roux fully sat up now, turning so he could see both avians at once. "Not at all! Perfect timing, actually," he insisted at the raven's apology, scooting forward eagerly and allowing his wings to droop off his seat. "I just got here a couple of minutes ago, and I'm actually not sure how long Nathan's been here," he added, casting a curious look at the cockatiel.

"But yeah, I'm glad you two could make it! And I brought some things!" He leaned over dangerously far to reach the end of his spear, dragging his satchel to him and letting the weapon drop back to the floor beside the bean bag. He undid the clasp and unceremoniously dumped the contents onto the floor, waving a hand invitingly and saying, "Help yourselves if you find anything you want. I brought them for this place, anyways," he explained, picking through the items and taking a small bag of dried fruit and nuts for himself. He also snagged a leatherbound journal before anyone could set their sights on it, sliding it nearer to him with his talons.

In the remaining pile were several mismatched feathers of varying sizes and colors, some twine, a few silver coins, colored pens, thick glass discs that seemed almost iridescent in the light, small, cleaned bones, some candles at various stages of use, matches, and a drawstring pouch full of dried flower petals. There were also a couple more snack bags and a few smaller objects hidden beneath the more obvious ones, but everything seemed to fit the mismatched theme that the entrance of the hideout embodied.