MatchsticksThreadlog | |||
At A Glance | |||
Species: | Gender: | OOC Name: | Skills and Abilities: |
Carrion Crow | Male | Dark | ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() (View All Items) |
Alignment: | Favor: | Experience: | |
Dark | 4 | 203 exp | |
Deeper Reading | |||
What I Look Like: | |||
At first glance: a crow, and little more. In low light, the bird is inky black: a matte midnight, a shadow in the shadows. When light strikes it, iridescent hues coruscate over the feathers: the oil glint of greens and blues.
Matchsticks is in the prime of his life, an adult bird with a wingspan of slightly over three feet, and a weight a little over a pound. Though on the larger side for a crow, it's nothing outstanding; just... a crow. Black, thickly-scuted legs end in gently-curved claws. The only thing to truly stand out are the glowing, dark red eyes. These eyes are always watching, alert, observant, with mischief (or perhaps malice) shining in them. Matchsticks' voice is a raucous caw, never gentle or melodic, by nature; his movements are the soft bobs and sudden jerks of a corvid.
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Who I Am: | |||
Matchsticks is best described as mischievous, curious, and very, very nosy. He is intelligent--for a bird--but perhaps not so much for a sentient being; being Chosen has not kept him elevated above his animal brethren as before. He can, however, show cunning, resourcefulness, and surprising problem-solving abilities. A greed for small and shiny objects, too, possesses him; yet he holds a very free spirit, too. As a carrion creature and an omnivore, able to eat just about anything he comes across, he holds little claim or bond to any one particular region. Instead he wanders, confident that he'll find enough to sustain himself wherever he may go.
Matchsticks is also attracted to human settlements, out of instinct, past experience, and curiosity. Something about them draws him: that instinct tells him that he might find food, there; past experience has shown that he can, if rarely; and curiosity, well... The city is different from the prairie, is it not?
He travels, then, from place to place--involving himself in things that should perhaps not involve him, and finding joy in scavenging, learning, and cawing loudly at things and other creatures. He holds little care for other beings, bar for the role they play in the backdrop of his own interests; but he generally has no reason to wish them ill, either.
Matchsticks named himself after the first items he found and became fascinated with. Once upon a time, a crow hammered an old little box of matches about in his beak, enjoying the clattering sounds it made, and the abrupt chaos of two dozen matches flying every which way. Suddenly and intrinsically aware of their name, he has gleefully appropriated it as his own.
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Miscellaneous: | |||
Prayer - 100 exp - for gaining Favor
Firestarter - 200 exp - for lighting fires
Metamorphic Token - Minor - 150 exp - glowing red eyes
Shade - 200 exp - for hiding
Trickster - 300 exp (50 Favor) - for tricking, stealing and sneaking
Shroud - 400 exp (70 Favor) - for hiding others and escaping
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