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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2014 10:01:40 GMT -5
Name: Wynward Groveheart
Gender: Male
Age: Young adult (Around 20)
Species: Griffin Lion Pelt Color: Tawny with shades of dark brown and light brown, dark, almost black wings
Feather Color & Style: Barn owl and Mountain lion. His feather crest is a small, backswept group of feathers on his forehead.
Eye Color: Greyish brown
Residence: A nomad amongst the many different parts of the Gryphon Kingdom - Usually lives in small lean-tos.
Occupation: Hunter/trapper
Talents, Skills: Emmm, I guess he's pretty good with scouting the outdoors and has a lot of knowledge on it. He's also very good at trapping using materials he finds in the wilderness. Plus he's handy with a bow.
Likes: He absolutely LOVES being in the wild, he enjoys flying on warm air currents, he's a sucker for warm weather and while he chooses a lonely, nomadic life, anytime spent with those he cares about is cherished.
Dislikes: Magic, of course, but he has an intense fear of being trapped or cornered. Thankfully, since he's smaller then most, usually he can find a way to slip out but sometimes that's impossible. He hates getting wet, especially with his gear, since it takes forever to dry.
Character Personality: Relaxed, warm, and carefree. He's a quick thinker, but can be a bit blunt sometimes if you don't word things right. He enjoys his freedom and won't change that. He's always ready to help a friend, though may hesitate depending on the situation.
Bio (optional) : Born and hatched in a small village close to Ironside mountain, Wynward was constantly surrounded by wilderness and small critters. He and many of his friends, once able to fly, would often sneak into any forests and scout any plains they could find. When he was 8 he caught his first rabbit, and when he was 10 he took down his first deer. His father noticed his son's skill in hunting and for his 11th birthday, got him a bow and quiver full of arrows. While that was just a cheap, used bow that broke not long after, to this day he still uses the quiver. When he was 15, he decided he would move out and become a professional hunter and trapper. He said goodbye and left, making a living by scouting, hunting and trapping for other griffons. Every couple of months, he's close enough to his home village to visit his friends and family.
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Post by Red Charge on Dec 31, 2014 12:50:46 GMT -5
Approved
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Dec 31, 2014 15:59:52 GMT -5
More griffons, I like.
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