Wow you got an amazing appearance for probably never writing a chicken OC appearance.

XD I'm glad that you are excited for this Roleplay. I hope we can get it started. If you have ever looked at the book Cinders by Jan Brett, the pictures are kinda what's going on in my head. Such beautiful illustrations.

Anyway, you are accepted. I'm so glad this got your interest XD

Name: Calhoun O'Malley

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Role: The Best Friend

Farmer

What is your experience with this role?

Calhoun was born into the peasant life of a farmer's son. He has grown up helping his father while also being raised alongside of the prince. He is skilled in patience and doesn't shy away from work because of this.

What do you think about the uprising?

He isn't pleased and rather dislikes what the situation has come to. Calhoun much prefers peace. Can things not be discussed? Why must it all come to this? He is displeased and disappointment, not to mention rather fearful. His best friend is involved, he has every right to be afraid.

What do you think about the king?

Calhoun both likes and dislikes the king personally. He is grateful and enjoys his position, but dislikes being punished for things that weren't his doing. However, he is loyal to the crown and will do what he must to protect it. He grew up being poor, and the king himself gave him a chance at a better life. He is eternally grateful for that, and it outweighs the bad.

Weapon: Calhoun's weapon of choice is a large dagger. He carries one wherever he goes, always keeping it near and tucked away neatly beneath his wing in case he needs it.

Appearance:

credit goes to the amazing Freedom (275895) for this perfect picture of Calhoun. I adore it. <3

Calhoun is a Andalusian rooster that weighs approximately seven pounds in total with a height of twenty-five inches. His plumage is made of a unique series of hues. For the majority, his feathers consist of three main colors: black, cream, and brown. The feathers upon Calhoun's body create a fascinating appearance, each feather individually being colored in such a way that it is easy to espy. One may count each feather upon his body if they wish, as his feathers are colored in the utmost unique manner that would make it easy to do so. For instance, upon the majority of his body, his feathers are bordered with a series of blacks and browns. Within this border, however, the feather is a bright cream, thus, making it easy to see each individual one. It almost appears as if he looks marbled

However, when one gazes at his neck and head, there is a vast difference in terms of coloration. The colors have a very drastic cut off when comparing his body to his head. While Calhoun's feathers are predominately cream bordered with blacks and browns, his neck and head are entirely black. There is no longer any cream espied anywhere close to his head. These feathers separating his body colors from his head do not do so elegantly either. They do not fade into each other, no, it is a random cut off. It almost appears as if he wears the head of another from how drastic the color change is.

For his tail feathers, Calhoun's coloration is quite similar to that of his body's. However, while there is cream in the middle of each tail feather, this color fades into black, making his tail feathers almost appear gray in a sense. Adding onto that, his tail feathers stand tall behind him, and are so long that they appear wilted at the ends, like hair. The same goes for his wing feathers. While they are bordered, the interior being cream like the remainder of his body, the tips of his feathers appear black and are rather lengthy. This offers Calhoun a rugged, almost ungroomed appearance.

When examining his facial features, one may note that Calhoun has an rather small, black beak. However, while it isn't often noticed, one may see it if they stare. Upon either side of his face, beneath his eyes, rests a large white oval to compliment his appearance. Right above that overlapping the majority of his face rests a large, vibrant red "mask" that connects to his wattle. While his wattle is smaller than he'd like, the comb atop of his head is what he takes pride in the most. Like a crown it sits on his head, surprisingly large and elegant. Indeed, Calhoun often flaunts this comb around.

Attire: A simple Renaissance medevial shirt with a vest. He typically wears a short or long-sleeved shirt, and atop it, a brown vest. It is as plain and simple as that.

Personality:

Social || Curious || Pest || Courageous || Humble || Bold || Cunning || Loyal

Calhoun is a social rooster, always seen flocking around other individuals or in the middle of a conversation. He is never spotted alone and is always near others, for he is an extroverted creature who always manages to find something to talk about. This is also due to his curious nature, always wishing to find answers or asking others questions. What can he say? He enjoys learning new things. This can make him seem like a pest at times, for he never rests unless he gets an answer.

He is also a courageous thing. Growing up alongside of the prince has taught him how to hold his head high and how to be brave. He will always stand up for his own and never backs down from anything unless ordered to. He has the mentality of a soldier when it comes to this. Calhoun never quivers in fear (well, sometimes), and always dives headfirst into situations without hesitation. This can equally be a positive or a negative attribute to his personality, as while he strikes immediately in the midst of danger, he lacks the ability to think things through.

The rooster is a humble thing, not to mention respectful. He never goes around flaunting his position or act cocky in any sense. Calhoun knows his worth, but he doesn't express it to belittle others. It simply isn't how he wishes to act. Of course, there may be one slip or two where he may accidentally seem insensitive or egotistical, but rest assured, Calhoun swiftly corrects himself dare such words escape his beak. He is meant to be a social, friendly thing, not an insensitive one.

He is also bold, but in a respectful manner. Say he disagrees with something, he won't act irrationally or speak poorly. He will address the situation calmly and bring up his own points to see if an improvement in the plan can occur. He never shuts ideas down, simply adds onto them. Building onto that, he is also cunning. Calhoun doesn't realize how intelligent he can be, often holding back and not unleashing his full potential.

Finally, Calhoun is extremely loyal, which he believes is his strongest trait. You would never see him betray those he cares about nor speak badly about them. He is highly respectful of those he befriends and would rather die than act distrusting towards them. He was raised with the idea that loyalty meant a great deal, and he has this mindset to this day.

Affiliations:

The Prince -

Family:

Thomas O'Malley : Thomas O'Malley is Calhoun's father and was the one individual that was present in his life. Calhoun was born into a family of peasants, his father working on a farm. The only reason Calhoun was close to his father was because he often assisted in working on the farm with him.

Gertie O'Malley : Gertie was Calhoun's mother, not that he truly knew her. She worked in laundry and wasn't very present. He saw glimpses of her for a few years and perhaps had some good conversation with her before she vanished. She had four clutches before running off with a rooster from middle class. He has never seen her since.

Judy O'Malley : Judy is Calhoun's sister from the fourth clutch, and is his favorite sibling. He is planning on mentoring her when she comes of age. He picked her because he sees potential.

Clutch One : This clutch was born several years before Calhoun's clutch. There were twelve of them in total, and Calhoun knows most of them. Many spent their days working on their father's farm due to lack of finance and inability to find homes anywhere else. While some stayed, others risked it and departed. Calhoun hasn't seen the ones who left since.

Clutch Two : This clutch was born a few years before Calhoun's clutch, and there were ten of them in total. Four were lost due to lack of food,, finance, and deformities, so the clutch decreased to six. Many of them in this clutch departed and didn't help as much on the farm. Most also had loss of feathers and deformities, such as a crossed beak or splay leg. Those were the ones that passed away.

Clutch Three : This was Calhoun's clutch. There were ten of them in total once more. Half of them remained on the farm due to not having anywhere else to go, and half departed in hopes of finding a better life. He has not seen the ones that left since.

Clutch Four : This clutch was born a few years after Calhoun and the clutch where his sister, Judy, was in. There were seven of them in total, a very small number indeed, but that's because many did not hatch. The ones that did, some passed due to deformities once more, leaving this clutch with a total of five. More than half also had lack of feathers and many bald spots. This is also around the time their mother, Gertie, left, making it more difficult.

Other: I love this idea with all of my heart.

Tenebris, accepted! Lovely character and thank you for joining!

Name: Cauna Frey

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Role/Profession: Soldier

Experience

She graduated not very long ago with quite high marks. While she has not seen much of war, Cauna has had plenty of tools and extensive training to help her protect the prince and his posse.

Thoughts on the Uprising

Her siblings are actually pro-rebellion, while she herself was raised and trained to quell such uprising, so she just doesn't talk about it. Don't mention it.

Thoughts on the King

In her opinion, royalty tend to be stuck up and ignorant. Does she say that out loud? No. No, she does not. Does she think there is hope for the king and his family to not be stereotypical, pampered chickabiddies? Yes.

Weapon

She has the chicken equivalent of spiky brass knuckles. Leather gauntlets on her feet boast sharp talons and spurs, which she uses like knives when attacking from an altitude. Obviously, she is a chicken and, therefore, cannot fly, but falling in style is totally an option.

Appearance

A larger hen, Cauna is an Ameracauna cross and has lovely aqua-hued, black-slate colored feathers. Darker than normal eyes are set in a fluffy face with a small comb and a gray beak. The tips of her feathers fade to pitch black with the gradient beginning much sooner on her tailfeathers and wingtips. Much of her "large" stature is pure fluff; she is quite the feathered chicken.

Cauna's features are refined but radiate an intelligent sort of danger. Her resting face can cause many to veer away from her; her stare is intimidating and she does not express emotion enough to dissuade anyone from these notions. She looks like she takes no crap, and that is exactly the case. Her voice is lower for a hen, but still feminine enough, and she does have a rather graceful demeanor -- for a chicken.

Personality

She is down to earth, serious, and either enjoys the company of another chicken or loathes them entirely. It is very easy to tell when she doesn't like someone, though it is a little harder to catch on to the fact if she does appreciate another. Her version of showing affection is being curt and still rather aloof, while her display of dislike involves lots of icy words, a more dominant posture, and flat out saying what she disapproves of. Those who are on her bad side know it, and it takes a lot to get onto the good side.

Cauna is loyal to her kingdom; being naive and juvenile are not, in her opinion, crimes worthy of death, and so she will give her life to protect the little prince or any of his family. Does she necessarily like all of them? Nah, but she has always had a softer spot for younger chickens. She looks forward to having some of her own, one day, but it seems like that will be far off, with a civil war going on. Cauna takes duty seriously, and it is her current priority.

She is relatively easy to get along with, once she is actually approached. Cauna will take secrets to the grave, and she is a very trustworthy individual. Her promises are never made lightly, and she will never swear to an oath she cannot keep. Cauna is a logical creature and will try to see all the good in others she can before moving on to the bad. Once she sees the bad, she will never forget it.

Affiliations

Open, PM me

Family

Lots. She's from the third clutch of a peasant family.

Open, PM me

Other: Biiiiiig WIP

Name:

Age:

26

Gender (Male or Female):

Female

Role (and profession):

The Lead Soilder

What is your experience with this role?

This young female graduated with impeccable markings and was highly recommended by her mentors. She has fought bravely in many battles with the growing unrest of the people and she has shown herself to be a good leader and was part of the reason she was especially selected for this task of protecting the Prince

What do you think about the uprising?

While she wouldn't openly admit it, she supports the uprising . Though being of nobility herself, she doesn't think it fair others suffer at her expense. After all her family didn't used to be so wealthy, everyone starts from the bottom and rises.

What do you think about the king?

The King? She thinks him pompous and selfish. However, she bears no ill-will to his children after all they can't chose their father. She is loyal to her country and Prince. And she would die for both . However the King can go to hell.

Weapon:

This female sports golden metal claws, they have a small about if detailed carvings on them and they are quite beautiful. She also bears a golden chest plate and helmet if so needed to wear. Her weapons of choice are daggers, knives and an adequate sized war hammer.

Appearance:

This female is what you would consider a crossbred chicken. Her mother being a Buff Laced Polish Hen, a rather rare breed - along with her father who was a Sultan Rooster, a rare breed as well.

Personality:

Affiliations:

Please PM, to discuss with me.

Family:

Mr. Pearson O'Phoenix (Her Father)

Mrs. Freesia O'Phoenix (Her Mother)

Clutch One

Primrose Evergreen (Her Older Sister)

Marigold Fernleaf (Her Older Sister)

Clutch Two

Daisy Ribberton ( Her Older Sister )

Ophelia Lovelace ( Her Older Sister )

Sol O'Phoenix ( Her Older Brother )

Orion O'Phoenix (Her Older Brother)

Clutch Three - Her Clutch

Pavo O'Phoenix (Hatchmate)

Norma O'Phoenix (Hatchmate)

Clutch Four

Lyra O'Phoenix (Younger Sister)

Estella O'Phoenix (Younger Sister)

Elmira & Giloros Bogwaters ( Her Uncle and Aunt - Mother's Side)

Sadie and Lyon O'Phoenix ( Uncle and Aunt - Father's Side)

Grandmother Bogwaters

She also has a host of nieces, nephews, and cousins that are too many to name here.

Other:

Name:

Wyandotte Faverolles

His unflattering nickname behind his back.

"Whiny Wyan"

Age:

15 years

Gender:

Male

Role:

Prince

What do you think about the uprising?

"Terribly inconvenient. I don't get the food I want, and I don't get to relax. Sometimes I actually feel fear. My servants were taken away. I've been told it's for my own safety, but I have a hard time believing that. I think that they're going to bestow more gifts on the eldest, since they are their favorites.

Why is it happening?"

What do you think about the king?

"Bossy. He ignores me. I don't like tha...him."

Weapon:

His beak, wings, claws, and spurs. He is rather pathetic because he is weak. He's not very aggressive, so he tends to cower away from a fight.

Sai swords- He is far below expectations. His form is okay, and he does well with repetitive drills, but he's not good at sparring or real fighting.

Appearance:

By Freedom (#275895)

(Sometimes when he swoops back his head feathers and he can see he thinks he looks really cool. Instead, the feathers look pasted to his face. He has so many feathers that he most definitely waddles.)

He is a lavender Silkie. He is mostly a light cindery grey, but he has some black which makes him look lavender. He is smaller and shorter than most chickens. He is slightly chubby for a chicken but rather skinny for someone who has access to any unhealthy food whenever he wants for most of his life, and no one will say no to his whims. He is super fluffy so it’s hard to tell what he really looks like.

Unlike most royals, he wears simple one-layer clothing by choice. He prefers wearing something light and breathable or silk when he is in a more fancy mood. However, being on the road in these dangerous times, he prefers to wear linen or wool when it is cold. Because he is so fluffy, it is uncomfortable otherwise.

It looks like he has a duster tied to his posterior, pillows on his legs, a fancy feather boa around his neck, and an afro or a pom-pom on his head. Sometimes his feathers get dirty and matted and they are easily tangled. His eyes are hidden underneath his head fluff, and he has a hard time peering out from underneath his head fluff. He is more jerky than other chickens, trying to see and look around at his surroundings. He doesn't actually have true feathers. They are like downy hair, because they do not have barbs. He has turquoise blue earlobes and a dark wattle. He has black skin.

When he is in the castle, he normally prefers to go out bear clawed. Shoes are not the most comfortable, and there isn't anything in the castle to hurt his feet. However, out on the road there is a lot of dirt. He wants to go around with shoes, but they tell him he has to look poor, so the one time he wants to wear shoes he isn't allowed to. His legs are dark blue, and he has five toes instead of the usual four.

By Sir Froggington (231901)

Personality:

Personality written below by Argos

(Yeah, I'm a loser, but this roleplay is Argos' baby, so Argos knows how this character should go. Editing by 231901)

He is whiny. That should be obvious due to his unfortunate nickname. Thank the ancestors that he is not the oldest of the family. Otherwise, all of Phasian would be fried. He is whiny about little things. He does not like waking up, nor does he enjoy his studies. The easiest way to get him out of bed is the sound of the breakfast bell. Wyan is a lazy student. He listens and attends enough just so that he can pass tests, even if he barely gets by. He does not care about practicing the sai swords despite his brothers and father's urging. Physical fights never appealed to him. They hurt, and he never liked pain or doing anything that could potentially hurt him. When he was still young, he fell off his chair and has been wary of them since then. Some could call him chicken.

It is not just his studies and waking up and practice that he is whiny about. He whines that his soup is too cold, he is too hot, his claws are dirty, and nothing is going his way. When nothing is going his way he flops down and cries. It might cause his siblings to harass him, but the servants do not want to get in trouble. He knows it makes them work faster. Often, crying gets chickens to leave him alone. Then he eats and everything improves. If it is a serious situation like the position he is currently in, at first he is going to panic by freezing like a deer in the headlights. Then it'll set in; his self-preservation will kick in, and he'll run. Wyan is not a great fighter. Running and hiding is the best option for him. He's not bad at hiding. He's the champion of hide-and-seek between himself and his siblings.

Now, while he doesn’t like learning, he isn't completely dumb. He is still a fool, however. He has a high self-preservation instinct and he'll do almost anything to keep himself alive. He isn't paranoid, but he could get there if pushed in that direction enough by life. He’s smart in random knowledge. He likes to read different fairytales and legends, but also their dictionary. A couple of years ago, he made sure that he learned a new word every day. It was a success. However, learning the meaning of ‘pulchritudinous’ isn’t necessary for life or most careers. (Wyan wants to say to everyone, "it means physically beautiful, for you illiterate losers.") He also likes his picture books and has even tried to make some when he was younger, illustrations by himself of course. His hand isn't bad at drawing and the arts is one of the rare classes that he stays awake in. He can also play the pipa and sing.

These he takes less joy in, but they are one of his favorite tasks.

He is needy. He loves to have attention doted upon him and chickens sing his praises. He will not even pretend to be humble and will swagger about bathing in the cheers. He likes affection not only to be from a crowd but also from individuals that he likes. He is picky about who he is around and will do almost anything to keep his reputation. He is also a prideful sucker whose feelings are easily hurt. He was always the baby, so he was always protected by his mum and nanny from his brother’s teasing. He also wants only the best of the best so this journey will be rather humbling for him and he'll probably build some character.

- Ends here -

From here on it’s me again.

Wyan takes advantage of his puffy flop of head feathers. Since they cover his eyes, he can go to sleep without the teacher noticing as long as he doesn’t make loud noises. He’s a big believer in squealing. Someone normally comes running to put a stop to whoever is tormenting him, AND they get in trouble. Meanwhile, Wyan will subtly look smug. He’s a master at covering his smirks with some down. He avoids many of his family members. He isn’t very important in the birth age line of his siblings, and they are the few chickens with enough power to have the boldness to bother him. Anyone else would probably get a severe talking to because they all want to work their way up the hierarchy.

He likes to take private time to himself. One of his preferred activities is sleeping in. If he wakes up while he is still in bed in the morning, he’ll daydream about different things like beating all of his siblings single clawed with Sai swords. Sometimes he illustrates what he thinks about because obviously writing about his feelings is being a sissy. His brothers would never let him live that down. He hates being predictable or doing what he is told. His mother teases him saying he should become a lawyer since he always seems to be looking for a loophole. He is excellent at making excuses. He learned to make convincing excuses, so he can smooth over bridges.

He has an obsession with having clean claws. During this roleplay, he will try to convince one of the guards to be his personal claw cleaner. He hates his feet feathers matting, because gunk gets caught there. His feet become really heavy, and he slips and has a hard time walking.

Part of his hatred of being told what to do means he likes being the one in authority. He doesn’t like being reminded that he doesn’t have control. He likes watching his orders being carried out. He doesn’t enjoy verbally arguing, because it means his power could be in the process of being taken away from him. Someone might decide it’s not worth arguing with him anymore.

Affiliations:

Calhoun O'Malley - Best Friend

(description)

Family:

(Age order)

Father - Bach

Mother - Marans

Brother - Lohmann

Brother - Brahm

Brother - Frizzle

Brother - Asil

Sister - Eggatha

Sister - Padovana

Other:

He goes around shuffling aggressively and staring into other chicken’s eyes with one eye sideways.

Random information I might need

(Silkies are good at fostering)

They do not do well in wet environments.

I completely forgot I was gonna sign up for this! Please reserve a normal solider ^^

Ellyllon, reserved! Due April 7, 9:52 am GT

Just wanted to chime in and say this is an amazing rp! I really wish I could join in, but I think it'll be too much for me time-wise at the moment, and I wouldn't want to start only to drop it.

But I'll sure be following along! <3