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ＫＥＹ ＩＮＦＯＲＭＡＴＩＯＮ
Name: Nu PoMakani
Titles: N/A
Age: 25
Race: Makani.
Gender: Male.
Wingspan: 16'1"
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Social Status: PoMakani
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Height: 6'
Weight: 140lbs
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Feather Colour: Similar to that of a raven, albeit slight bluish tones
Beak and Face: Nu's beak is black, and his face is coloured in many black feathers.
Build of Body: Being from the worker's caste, Nu is on the heavier side and is used to a life of labour.
ＱＵＡＬＩＴＩＥＳ ＡＮＤ ＦＬＡＷＳ
Strengths: Gliding, Eyesight
Fears: Death, being the last of his race
Weaknesses: Hearing, Xenophobia
Languages: Yakai, however, he is quite familiar with common now after being around groundlings for too long
Profession: Sailor
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Likes: Music, Sky, Bright Colours, Other Makani
Dislikes: The ground, sea, tight spaces
Values: Members of his caste, loyalty,
General Attitude: A loyal dog to those he loves.
Religion/Cults: While it used to be the Will of Manna, he is now drifting away from that faith. Searching.
ＴＲＡＩＮＩＮＧ ＡＮＤ ＳＫＩＬＬＳ
Being part of the PoMakani caste, he is quite willing and capable to do most manual labour.
B A C K S T O R Y
-FROM BEFORE THE FOG-
<Y: Leave your homes! To the sea!>
<Flee! It falls!>
Nu tossed and turned from inside the hold of the cargo ship Rocinante. Still, after so many years, the fall of Vata’inu still seemed to haunt him. He remembered the island crashing into the waters below leading to a wave of water which stretched higher than he could have possibly imagined. The wind that swept him into the sky, and the cold water that greeted him ... It was horrifying in a beautiful way, but even now, he still struggles to catch a damned wink of sleep because of it. The rocking of the damn boat didn't help. He would open his eyes and would look upwards, to be greeted by about a foot of air, and then the slumbering, snoring form of another sailor above him. Nor did he.
{ Damn. I hate tight spaces. }
Nu would slide out of his hammock and would gaze upon the slumbering forms of the groundlings around him. A tinge of distaste would creep into his head as he eyed them. Even after so long, he could still not shake off that feeling. They were just so ... ugly, and it took him a long time to at least outwardly pretend that he was comfortable around them.
His head would swivel and he would look towards the door. It was open, inviting him ... calling him to step outside into the air. Air. Fresh. Air. He would creep towards the door, and ascent onto the deck of the boat. The cool fresh sea breeze would waft across his body, bringing him a breath of vitality. He would then begin to ascend the rigging slowly, hoping to perch upon the highest point of the ship instead of the dingy hold that the damned captain insisted he sleeps in.
His hands would grab at the ropes and he would climb up and up and up. It was easy for him, easier than most. After all, the rigging was not too different from rock faces, right? He would reach the top quickly, ascending over the railing to stand proudly upon the crow's nest. Ignoring the sleepy gaze of the sailor on duty, his eyes would look to the horizon, hoping that he would be able to spot their cargo's destination. He would give a low joyous whistle.
{ There it was. }
He would leap from the edge of the crows' nest and would open his wings to circle around the ship a few times lazily, before landing upon the deck and going to tell the captain that they had arrived.
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Art by bluepenciladventures
Profile formatting and layout were stolen from Rue without consent.
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ＫＥＹ ＩＮＦＯＲＭＡＴＩＯＮ
Name: Nu PoMakani
Titles: N/A
Age: 25
Race: Makani.
Gender: Male.
Wingspan: 16'1"
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Social Status: PoMakani
ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ
Height: 6'
Weight: 140lbs
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Feather Colour: Similar to that of a raven, albeit slight bluish tones
Beak and Face: Nu's beak is black, and his face is coloured in many black feathers.
Build of Body: Being from the worker's caste, Nu is on the heavier side and is used to a life of labour.
ＱＵＡＬＩＴＩＥＳ ＡＮＤ ＦＬＡＷＳ
Strengths: Gliding, Eyesight
Fears: Death, being the last of his race
Weaknesses: Hearing, Xenophobia
Languages: Yakai, however, he is quite familiar with common now after being around groundlings for too long
Profession: Sailor
ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ
Likes: Music, Sky, Bright Colours, Other Makani
Dislikes: The ground, sea, tight spaces
Values: Members of his caste, loyalty,
General Attitude: A loyal dog to those he loves.
Religion/Cults: While it used to be the Will of Manna, he is now drifting away from that faith. Searching.
ＴＲＡＩＮＩＮＧ ＡＮＤ ＳＫＩＬＬＳ
Being part of the PoMakani caste, he is quite willing and capable to do most manual labour.
B A C K S T O R Y
-FROM BEFORE THE FOG-
<Y: Leave your homes! To the sea!>
<Flee! It falls!>
Nu tossed and turned from inside the hold of the cargo ship Rocinante. Still, after so many years, the fall of Vata’inu still seemed to haunt him. He remembered the island crashing into the waters below leading to a wave of water which stretched higher than he could have possibly imagined. The wind that swept him into the sky, and the cold water that greeted him ... It was horrifying in a beautiful way, but even now, he still struggles to catch a damned wink of sleep because of it. The rocking of the damn boat didn't help. He would open his eyes and would look upwards, to be greeted by about a foot of air, and then the slumbering, snoring form of another sailor above him. Nor did he.
{ Damn. I hate tight spaces. }
Nu would slide out of his hammock and would gaze upon the slumbering forms of the groundlings around him. A tinge of distaste would creep into his head as he eyed them. Even after so long, he could still not shake off that feeling. They were just so ... ugly, and it took him a long time to at least outwardly pretend that he was comfortable around them.
His head would swivel and he would look towards the door. It was open, inviting him ... calling him to step outside into the air. Air. Fresh. Air. He would creep towards the door, and ascent onto the deck of the boat. The cool fresh sea breeze would waft across his body, bringing him a breath of vitality. He would then begin to ascend the rigging slowly, hoping to perch upon the highest point of the ship instead of the dingy hold that the damned captain insisted he sleeps in.
His hands would grab at the ropes and he would climb up and up and up. It was easy for him, easier than most. After all, the rigging was not too different from rock faces, right? He would reach the top quickly, ascending over the railing to stand proudly upon the crow's nest. Ignoring the sleepy gaze of the sailor on duty, his eyes would look to the horizon, hoping that he would be able to spot their cargo's destination. He would give a low joyous whistle.
{ There it was. }
He would leap from the edge of the crows' nest and would open his wings to circle around the ship a few times lazily, before landing upon the deck and going to tell the captain that they had arrived.
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