Post by Aaron 'Quid' Owain on Jun 29, 2010 1:38:34 GMT -5
My name, so you say, is Quid Owain is it not?
Name: Aaron "Quid" Owain
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Flirtatiously bisexual
Shift: Albino Raven
Appearance:
general clothing;
With his dirty blonde, unruly hair that tended to stick up in all sorts of strange positions, and blue eyes that changed in intensity -- Quid is your not-so-average, average beach-appearing sort of guy. He wears what fits his personality (aka, could be jeans and a tank one day, then fancy dress, or shorts and a hoodie the next.). However, it should be noted, that on tuesdays, Quid enjoys wearing flip-flops that he can skillfully aim at people. Quid has a silver chain (with nothing on it but a white feather), around his neck that (unless he shifts) is never taken off. He has a rather arrogant air about him, but also a charismatic smile.
Personality: The Flirtatious Trickster - Quid is a joker, not above any prank someone will laugh at (providing it does not mean bodily harm, or too much shame on the part of the prankee). He'd look you in the eyes and flirt like he loved ya' when he was splinting a buzzer on his hand to shock you. He gets away with his jokes, usually because most of the "bucket above door" pranks backfire and he's soaked. However, when Quid is serious, he can be deadly. He takes close friends and family very seriously. To hurt his family is to have to endure the wild, constant pecking of an annoyed bird at one's window all night. Or finding dead street mice in your pillow. There are very few reasons that Quid would spill blood, and none of them have happened yet.
History: Born a 'shifter -- Quid ( so nicknamed because he was always asking for a quid from his mom and dad), found out when he was ten. He'd had the strangest desire to fly, watching a large black raven take off in front of him. Quid was (of course), in a forest alone. So when his bones started to break and bend and grow, no one heard his screams of shock and pain. However, when his transformation was complete, the small albino raven gave a raspy caw of surprise and flapped his creamy wings. When Quid finally managed to turn back, he resolved to never tell anyone about his ability.
Flash forward to the future - and beyond a boring childhood that earned him several broken bones- Quid found that MyShape Inc. knew not only what he was, but wanted to offer him a secure place to live where he could be around others of his own kind. All he had to do was make a choice; city, or another location. Wisely, he chose the City (being the city bird that he is). It is easy to find Quid, he's on that corner street sign, nonchalantly preening his feathers as onlookers gasp at his albino coloration. He sometimes swoops down and picks up something shiny, or some food they've left behind.
After all, life's no fun if you can't get a free meal.
Other: Speaks Welsh fluently, and loves to laugh.
Occupations: Being a Pain
Residence: Verge Apartments (?)
Pets: 2 male pet rats (one a blue and white dumbo named Ben and the other a creamy golden siamese named Despy)
Likes: Animals, pranks, jokes, kids, goofing off, free food, Mickey D's fries
Dislikes: Bugs, people who can't take a joke, bratty kids, and those who chase him around
Hobbies: Looking self important and drawing stares from the crowds when he's out and about in his animal 'shifter form, also scaring off pigeons.
Sample:
[from a former Shifter RP, run by Wren]
It briefly crossed the rat-shifter’s mind to wonder where Deuce had gone of too. But the wolf-shifter was known for his wandering and loner nature. Plus she’d never seen him come back torn and bruised, so it really didn’t matter to her where he’d been. After all, she was hunting. Maybe just metaphorically, but hunting non-the-less. With a burst of chittering teeth the rat sat back on her haunches and bunched her hands in front of her chest, nose stuck into the air as she sniffed.
Then she was running again, well, hoping / running really. It was a speedy, ground eating gait. She nearly skittered on her nose when she struck the scent of both Wil and Liam. She paused, back on her haunches and snorted softly, for a moment it looked like curiosity would get the best of the rat shifter and she’d follow the two boys to see what naughty trouble they could get into… but she had a mission. Mission; socialize Madoka – and then hunt down that skirt Merle.
Again she was bounding off. Paex found old scents, but it was the newer ones she was more interested in. Of course, over all the small crevices Madoka’s scent lingered. It confused the rat for a moment, which made her smile wilily. Best spy, that was Madoka. And now Paex was going to school Madoka. Maybe. It took a little while, but Paex came across a trail that was marginally fresher than the others. “You’ll have to do better than that Madoka,” Paex said, diving into the gloomy burrow. Paex did get lost just once, who made a burrow that had three exits? She grumbled and then got along the right path again.
The rat shifter both felt her pride grow AND her annoyance. It was a game of TAG. Not a game of LIFE OR DEATH. But she supposed that was Madokas way. The silly little fox. But Paex was smart, and she used not only her head, but her nose. Instantly she took the high grown (up a treet, whee!) and scouted the area. Madoka’s scent was everywhere. “I bet she thinks this is great fun. Clever little fox. But I’m cleverer.” From her position on the tree she shifted back, as her eyesight as a human was much better than her eyesight as a rat.
She scanned the ground at least twice. And then again she couldn’t be too careful, Madoka was twice as smart as anyone when it came to hiding. She froze as something caught her attention. Was that a glint of golden eyes? A flick of a black ear in that broken concrete hollow? Paex watched the location, breathing slowly and in a controlled manner. Then a savage smile broke out on her face. Now it was time for Paex to turn the tables. She shifted back into rat form and scaled the trees methodically, checking every now and again that the fox was still there, watching the same spot.
Poor hun, she’s not expecting this. Paex thought and then chattered quietly. She hopped and buzzed from one rock to another, hiding with ease and finally scaling as silently as she could above the alcove the fox was sitting in. She rested a moment on top of it, looking at the den. She supposed that’s where she would have come out had she not used her human intellect to change her tactic. The rat angled her ears down and listened. Breathing, shallow, almost silent. Madoka. Paex crept closer to the edge and finally stuck her snout and eyes over the edge.
“Found ya, foxy!”
