A roleplay based on people having the wings of birds. A higharcy of doves and crows in the bottom. Preferably gay but what the guest.
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I'm always interested in avian roleplays, hello
( hullio, go ahead an list your character!)
(Alrighty! I'll get one up as soon as I can ^^ I work today so it might be a bit, but I should have them up by tonight)
Name: Cyrus shagima
Bird breed: blue jay
Looks: white longish hair. Pale skinned, bright blue eyes, covered in freckles with some tattoos, along his hands and neck, along with what would look like his skeleton on his back( basically the spine and back of the ribs) tattoos also crossed along more ( ahem) private spots. He has a sharp set of teeth
Clothes: tight black sleeveless turtleneck. baggy cargo pants and black calf-high boots that laced up. Laces are colored rainbow.
Attitude: bratty when provoked but other then that he's out their, loud and proud is his motto
Personality: loud and jock like but smart as hell.
Height : 5'9"-5'8"
Weight :140 soaking wet, but about 130 ish
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Name: Corbin Raffaelo-Windsor
Bird breed: Crow
Looks: Corbin is 5'5 with a soft, lean build. He has fluffy, light brown hair and heterochromia, with his right eye being amber and his left being blue. He has freckles across his entire body, although they're primarily localized on his nose and cheeks, and he's pretty clumsy, so he typically has band-aids somewhere on him. He's somewhat pale with something akin to an olive skin tone, and he tans well if he stays out in the sun. His wings are black and soft, and about average size for an avian his height. They were too small for him to fly during most of his childhood due to delayed development, but he can fly now.
Clothes: He typically wears sweaters in pastel or natural/neutral colors paired with a beanie and jeans. He has tattered old tennis shoes that he's had since middle school that he still wears every day because he's emotionally attached to them. They're white (or used to be) and have random stickers on them that have practically fused to them over the years. The only part of them that are actually white are the laces, since he does occasionally replace them.
Personality: (didn't really know the difference between attitude and personality so I combined them) Corbin is a bit sarcastic at times, but for the most part, he's friendly and charming. He doesn't like to be messed with for any reason, and he's got plenty of things to pick on. Being a crow avian puts him low on the hierarchy, and being adopted and raised by gay dads doesn't help his case. One of his fathers is a raven avian, and the other is an angel. Corbin is definitely a people-pleaser most of the time, and he's a perfectionist like his fathers. He tends to get upset over small things. He also loves water and the rain, which is unusual for avians. He was a big fan of swimming as a kid since he couldn't really fly for a while.
Height: 5'5
Weight: ~120 pounds (including wings)
Other(images): (I only have pics of him as a kid but here's one of the picrews asdfghjk)
( sounds good! You can put a starter if you like, I'm a be off for a bit because I'm doing my chores.)
(What kind of plot are we going for? I'm not entirely sure what to do for a starter aha)
( well I figured that they could be in training still, or at least Cyrus since blue jays and stronger birds like eagles would be used as soldiers or civilian guards. Like protecting the crows from disruption rioters. And it could be like an love at first sight or a slow burn.)
(Alright, I can try and get something up soon ^^)
( sounds good!)
Corbin was just walking through the small market in the town when he noticed a group of rioters. He paused for a moment before moving closer to see what all the commotion was about. It seemed like people were upset about some new law that had been passed recently and were not-so-peacefully protesting about it. He spotted someone lighting a bottle of alcohol on fire and throwing it, and that was when the police stepped in. The crowd all collectively began to run, forming an angry mob as they bolted from consequences. Corbin's wings puffed up as the hoard came right towards him; he didn't have enough time to get out of the way. He was pushed and shoved by the mob until he was thrown to the ground. He covered his head with his arms, getting trampled but trying his best to not get seriously injured. God, I hope they're gone soon… it hurts so much. I should've just walked by… I'm so stupid.
“ break it the fuck up people!” a deeper voice yelled, suddenly bright blue wings broke through the crowd “ get up! Come on!” he yelled to the dude in front of him. Cyrus could only hold riots for so long.
The blue jay's wings fanned out and left an opening where people would move out of his way.
When the riot spread out and away from Corbin, he tentatively looked up from where he was hiding. His wings were raised defensively, held in a position where they somewhat protected him from getting trampled. The feathers were crumpled, but thankfully he wasn't injured too severely. He'd be sore tomorrow since he was a bit banged up, but overall okay. A laceration on his arm was bleeding a bit. He looked up at Cyrus, looking to still be afraid of getting crushed. He wasn't especially big, and he was pretty fragile, so this was extra dangerous for him.
“ come on! Your hurt and I can't take them forever” he said while holding out his battered hand
Cyrus looked the poor boy up and down, saying fuck it and decided to pick him up, taking to the sky just above the crowd.
Corbin managed to take Cyrus' hand, but he was definitely startled when he was picked up. He yelped softly and clung to Cyrus, definitely not prepared to be in the air so suddenly. "I-I'm alright, really… I don't think I'm hurt too badly… thank you, though…" He said softly, trying to fold his wings against his back.
“ you're welcome. Just try not to be in riots anymore “ he said softly now that they were out of the crowd, Cyrus took a land and grabbed bandages from a pocket in his cargo pants.
"Yeah… I didn't intend to be." Corbin laughed weakly, brushing some of his windswept hair out of his eyes. He winced a bit as Cyrus patched him up with the bandages, but mostly kept quiet. He hissed in pain when he tried to roll his wrist, tensing up for a minute. "Nngh… I think I might've sprained my wrist. I'm pretty sure I have a brace at home somewhere… or I could just go buy one."
“ you should be careful, sprains lead to breaks,” Cyrus spoke but his officer in command spoke up “ shagima, why don't you take him home and see to it that you're his guard for a while now.”
"I'll make sure to keep it wrapped and in the brace, don't worry… my dads are gonna worry, though." Corbin groaned, exasperated. "They're always worried about me, even though I'm fine." He glanced up when he heard Cyrus' officer in command speaking. "H-Huh? Oh, you… you really don't have to! I wouldn't want to be any trouble! It's just a little sprain at the worst."
“ kid your part crow, how you escaped the guard system is a wonder but every crow breed will have a personal guard with them. “ the commander said sternly. “ or are your wings just that black.”
"No, no, I'm… a crow." Corbin sighed softly, getting to his feet. "We never had a guard growing up since my dads… um… aren't crows. I moved out kinda recently, so… I didn't really go through the process or whatever." He explained awkwardly.
“ then shagima is coming with you. “ he said and pushed them from the scene. Cyrus growled in annoyance, “ that man is always trying to get rid of me.”
"Oh… I'm sorry." Corbin fidgeted a bit as he walked along beside Cyrus. "Didn't mean to make your job harder." He was quiet for a few seconds. "Um… so… what's it like being a guard?" He asked curiously, trying to keep the conversation going.
Cyrus' blue eyes looked Corbin up and down for a minute before looking forward “ hell. Litteral hell”