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The Prince and His Posse | Chicken RP | Lit | ReFresh | OPENJune 27, 2022 12:25 PM


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Disclaimer: ReFresher

This roleplay has already started and it has its own thread already. I'm getting some new active players to replace some characters hopefully and we'll pretend the old ones never existed. Those who would still wish to participate will continue using their characters.

You'll will join the roleplay, when the posse are taking a break from the wagon.

Sign up: Yer here

Old Sign Up: Clucky, Clucky, Clucky

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Thread: Clucker, Clucker, Clucker

Introduction

Welcome to the world of Phasian.

This is a land of chickens. A land of kings. A land of rebels.

The peasants were sick of it. They had dealt with the heavy taxation, the poverty, the starvation and they were sick of it. What was the king doing? Stuffing his fat beak with shrimp! That’s what! Shrimp! An expensive delicacy whose price could feed an entire village!

They began to storm government buildings and began to take back their money from the unfair tax collectors. Whoever resisted was dead and then burned. They were cold (this is around early to mid winter) and chickens can't smell very well. When knights of the castle came to put things back into order, the rebels were waiting and later had several campfires up and running.

The king heard of this and was horrified. Soon news reached his ears of them wanting to assassinate the royal family and turn this monarchy into a democracy. The king would not risk this, especially with the rioting growing larger and larger. So he sent his children off into rural locations of his kingdom. His two young daughters would leave together with his wife, but he needed his five boys to go separately. They all left the castle with at least five days in between their leaving.

It is the last day of March and the youngest son leaves with a small escort of seven members. Five of them are trained soldiers. One is his favorite cook. He demanded that they’d go with him. The last one is possibly the most important member of their party. A member that he had such a ruckus about that it possibly echoed into the kingdom next over. This member is his best friend.

They are forced to pack lightly and dress shabbily, like they aren’t associates of royalty. They each only get one other change of clothes and two (fairly small) personal items. They are loaded into an old, but sturdy, wagon pulled by two geese. One of the soldiers ride in the front, steering the two geese. The cook sits beside them with a map. Two soldiers sit in the back of the wagon and one soldier on each side of the wagon, looking out. The prince and his best friend sit in the middle of the wagon.

The wagon has a false bottom and is only roomy enough to fit two chickens inside. This is where the prince and his best friend are to sleep at night while the others are outside on the ground or under the wagon.

While they are traveling, the eldest brother is assassinated on the road. They do not know this.


Edited at June 28, 2022 11:58 AM by Sir Froggington
The Prince and His Posse | Chicken RP | Lit | ReFresh | OPENJune 27, 2022 12:25 PM


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Rules

-WP rules apply

-Sir Froggington is a co-leader, respect them

-Respect our choices whether to decline or accept your characters

-48 hour limit for reservations

-Two character limit since we don’t have many roles

-Keep it PG-13, this includes fowl language

-Be active, don’t join just to quit and at least post twice a week. I understand that life gets busy, especially with finals.

-This is literate. I expect 300+ words in appearance, 350+ words in personality. I want 400+ words per post. In cases of writer’s block, try for at least the 350 mark.

-No OP characters and be somewhat realistic. I don’t want to see pink hens and bright blue eyes and/or chickens that can kill a boar with a single peck without getting their delicate feathers messed up. You get the picture.

-All characters are chickens and all other animals are wild, dumb creatures. No humans.

-Given that chickens aren’t really like this, wearing clothes and ruling kingdoms sort of thing or even getting along great with each other, I don’t expect too much research. We’ve got some wiggle room here because they’ll be using their wings as hands and stuff. It is medieval themed, so I’d like to keep items, clothing, professions etc in the time.

-Try not to spam this thread. If you have any questions, ask either Sir Froggington or myself. If we have a discussion, post it there and deal with conversations there. If not, use PMs.

-Hate the character, not player

-Ask permission before killing a character. I really doubt that will happen, but who knows? Chickens are ruthless.

-Romance is allowed, but don’t make it the main focus

-If you use photos, credit them to their proper owners and use WP approved sites. I suggest Deviant Art (DA). Don’t forget to use an image-hosting site.


Edited at June 27, 2022 01:16 PM by Sir Froggington
The Prince and His Posse | Chicken RP | Lit | ReFresh | OPENJune 27, 2022 12:27 PM


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A Bit About Phasian

Government

This is a hereditary monarchy where the crown in passed to the eldest son. Daughters will not rule and are taught music and literature. They are known as scribes and they write down current events or fictional stories. They are considered sacred and any rooster wanting to court one will have to impress the royal family with their talents or works. They will schedule appointments throughout the year to show off in order to gain the favor of the family. At the end of the year, they will get back the results.

Sons are expected to be skilled in the national weapon, a set of sai swords. They are taught in strategy, history, mathematics and science. If they want to, they can learn music, but it is seen as a feminine thing to do. They are to marry royals or nobles from other countries to keep the peace between the two. This is usually arranged from birth or when it is deemed necessary to keep the peace.

The national emblom is a blue wildflower crossed with a feather. The national colors are gold and a light, yet rich, blue and an off-white.

Religion

Chickens don’t really think about the afterlife, but they have a vague idea (I mean, they’re chickens!). They believe that their ancestors are in another world and have built homes for their descendants. Both the good and bad chickens are here. It’s just a new world, so not many chickens actual fear dying. Just pain.

Family

Peasants

Peasants are poor and at the bottom the feeding trough. So, they don’t have a lot of kids then, right? Nope. They are like rats and most have about fifty kids by the time they die (remember that chickens have an average of 12 eggs per clutch). Most of these chicks grow up and join the soldiery because it’s better than being a hungry beggar on the street. Plus they get paid some. Or they get some sort of training from neighbors or their father.

Fathers are supposed to provide. Some are good and they do. Usually they’re overworked and barely paid. Popular professions are carpenters, blacksmiths, farmers and soldiery. Bad ones don’t provide and usually leave before their second clutch has hatched. There is an unfortunate amount of fatherless chickens out there.

Mothers are supposed to stay home and they usually have a home workplace. Some do other’s laundry, some cook for travelers and others make clothes. They take care of the chicks and feed them. They get a good amount of chores done and some mother’s lease out their oldest to do some work for others.

First Clutch, the first clutch usually gets the most love. Chicks are new to the parents and they’ve yet to sweat over how they’re going to feed them all. However, that is only in the soft chick years. They get older and have to do more work. Then the second clutch comes and mom and dad are racking their brains on how they are going to provide. The first clutch finds jobs and help pay for their meals. Sometimes they do it willingly, other times they are forced. When they are of age to leave, they usually stick around the same town or around it. Some go and join the soldiery. Others get married and start their own family.

Second Clutch is usually when things go down hill. Mom and dad aren’t too thrilled anymore. They do still have some excitement, but it’s usually weighed down with dread. Once they can carry a bucket full of soapy water and a brush, they are sent off to work. The load gets heavier once the First Clutch are of age to leave the house and when Mom gets broody again. When they can leave, they run usually on their rarely celebrated birthday. They leave their home town and never return. Some of them steal younger siblings with them and rarely do their parents chase after.

Third Clutch is like the second clutch, but with more weary parents. No longer are they being raised by adults but rather their older siblings. They are being fed small bits and often scrounge around for food. They’ll get jobs just so that they can leave the house. By now it is difficult to find jobs. When the Second Clutch leaves, they take their older siblings places until they too can bolt out the door.

Fourth Clutch is a wild house. Mom and dad don’t care. They are filled with runaways that were never chased after. These usually died from the dangers of the wild. The survivors take in jobs from anyone and rarely do they ever come back. It’s just one less mouth to feed. Things spike up when the Third Clutch leaves because they can usually afford more variety of food. The fourth children usually leave without looking back.

Note that this isn’t every family. Just a sad average and prediction. Some families are more loving, others are less and some are fatherless and some are motherless. But this just gives an idea to how it is to be a peasant.

Middle

Middle Class is better off. Usually they breed less with about two clutches per family. They are educated better and they can have some luxury. They could have a servant or two and a tutor.

Fathers are the providers of the household and are usually at work. These roosters are usually chickens who joined the soldiery for an education, but left with a specialization, which they probably expanded more on. To see the specializations, read the Soldiery section.

Mothers still sew, but they probably hire peasant women to do the laundry. They still look after their children and feed them, but they care more about their appearance. They could be very learned or ignorant and join their children’s classes.

First Clutch, doted upon from day one down to the last day. They are taught by a scholar on the week days who’ll teach them in whatever they have learned. Afterwards, they join the soldiery or are trained under their father or friends of their father. They get married to people of their same ranking. They’ve seen the peasants and don’t want that life.

Second Clutch is very much the same as First Clutch. While the family has both clutches, they might have to release one of their servants and start doing their own laundry to keep a comfortable life. They might go under apprenticeship of their older sibling if they are spaced out right.

Nobility

Nobles are about the only ones who are rich. They are the ones that peasants are targeting. They want the life of a middler (as they call middle class individuals) so they don’t bother them as much. Nobles are usually born rich or they stole it. They usually only have one clutch.

Fathers don’t work with their hands or in fields. They work in an office and usually are appointed by the king to watch over an assigned section of land. Once every six months he has a group meeting with them. They send him the taxes they collected and updates on the land once a month.

Mothers are sewers and make tapestry. They are well educated ladies who are refined. They have manners and dress in fine clothes. Their dainty hands do not work hard. However, they are educated so their husband occasionally asks her about how to handle situations that he didn’t know how.

The Clutch is well educated in any and every manner. They are not in the soldiery and will not work that way. Instead they will be chickens of business and of politics, not some blacksmith in the dirt or a duck breeder in the mud. They are better than that. They are dressed well, fed well and are actually getting more than just a bit of fat around their girth.

Apprenticeships

Apprenticeships can start as young as 10, usually no younger. They live and obey their mentors and they are under them and their rule. A mentor can treat their apprentice in anyway they want. They last for about seven to ten years. Apprentices are not payed and their parents or they, themselves, are paying their education.

Soldiery

Soldiers are either male or female, but most notably male. When a chicken reaches their twenty-first birthday (in chicken years. This would be four in human), they are eligible to be drafted. This is usually only during a time of war. Some soldiers are volunteers and some went because their fathers went. Some go because they get payed, they get an education and they get fed for free. Trainees are called fledglings. Fledglings graduate from training after four years of training (this process is sped up if in time of war). The mentors give them tests every quarter to see their performance and it is ranked on a scale of 0 to 100. A passing score is anything over 50. At the end of the year, their scores will be added together and then divided by 400 to see if they passed that year. They have to have a passing score to move on. Good mentors add notes to what the fledgling was doing wrong and/or how they can improve. After the fledgling passes a total of four years of training, they become soldiers. Soldiers will later on learn further into the following practices:

Anatinae, Weaponry, Mentorship, Guard, Knight

Anatinae

Anatinae deals with geese and ducks. They all learn how to train them. They all study them, get hands on experience, learn how to control them and heal their wounds. They also learn the migration patterns of wild geese and ducks and reproduction. Soldiers with this speciality will be called into battle (if it occurs) to be the drivers these animals. Most of them go deeper into this field. Some specialize in training and train both war anatinae, simple household manners for the pets and break wild ones. Some just write books about them, but most of them only do this when they are too old to be wrestling a contrary goose. Of course, some go on and become teachers of this field for the next generation. Some become veterinarians, both during war and during peace. Some breed them, choosing anatinae with good genetics for whatever purpose. Some breed for war and battle, as larger geese and ducks pull war chariots. Others breed for fashion as showing beautiful or unique anatinae is popular among the more fortunate.

Weaponry

Weaponry deals with the making and sometimes inventing weapons. They will repair broken ones and decorate hilts. Some become well-known for their craft while others end up making more forks than daggers. Not to say that blacksmithing isn’t notable, but it is more mundane. They keep blades sharp and ready for anything unpredictable. While their skill needs a forge, they are a fairly stationary trade. Weaponry is a trade that will lead to more of a family life as it is more stable and in one place. It’s grueling work and you have to be diligent.

Mentorship

Mentorship deals with fledglings. You train them in different battle technics. An ally is teamwork and compliance. Make them do simple chores and exercises together and slowly they’ll shape into a team. They often delve deeper than just basic mentorship of all subjects. Some will teach fledglings archery, working and forming in a work and in a solid cadence. In the third year, fledglings learn how to shoot while on a moving chariot. Others will educate them in sword work and in Phasian’s national weapon, two sai. Soldiers in this profession will also train the fledglings in spear/javelin and also in strategy. Mentors might go further on and open private training facilities or become body guards.

Guard

Guard deals with guarding the castle. You keep your skills and body toned. You mentally have to be in shape too, so most of them have sworn off any type of alcoholic drink. You have a shift that you have to keep or you’re fired and the next in line takes your place. While you’re off shift you train and practice. It is one of the hardest professions to go into. It’s also a noble one. The guards walk by the servant passages which are straightforward and quicker to go by. They are taught in the castle’s defenses and weak spots. They learn how two open and close the drawbridge and traps. Every three years, they are talked to by a trusted official of the king and are questioned. This official is trained to find signs of lying. They ask hard questions about their loyalty to make sure that the guards are still for the king. If they aren’t, then they are privately executed then and there. They’ve learned too much about the castle and are a liability.

Knight

Knight deals with affairs outside of the castle. They patrol the lands and are similar to law enforcement. There are local sheriffs, but knights are the ones they call when a situation is too big for a sheriff and deputy to handle alone. They also are the ones called if the sheriff has captured a dangerous wanted criminal or fugitive from the law. They learn how to control a pair of geese or ducks from the Anatinae. They learn the land and have allies and informants everywhere. They’ve also learned some secrets that drift from one place to another. Like guards, they have to stay fit in all ways possible and most of them have sworn off drinking any strong drink. They also have to take a similar test that the guards take as well and the same fate lies ahead for them if they fail.

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Each profession first begins with a week of shadowing masters of the craft to see which position you are interested in. If you are unhappy in your chosen craft, you have to wait until the end of the semester to quit and join a new one.

Pets

Given that they are chickens, they do not have dogs or cats. Instead they have mice as household pets and companions. Some of the more bolder and experienced trainers have tamed squirrels, but they are not like mice who are more loyal. Squirrels end up doing whatever they want to. The purpose of mice is that they are trained to protect food and grain from the wild rats. Larger animals, like geese, are used for security and for transportation. Chickens do no ride anything’s back, as they find it too unwieldy, and instead ride in wagons and carriages. Farmers are especially known to keep hoards of geese and mice.

Currency

They go by "coins".

Pebble is a rounded metal ball that has a print of the king’s seal on the flat bottom. Two of these are usually a peasant’s weekly pay.

Stone is a flat small copper token that has the print of the king’s and the queen’s seal, the king on the head and the queen on the tail.

Rock is a slightly larger silver version of the Stone with the same markings except the queen is the head and the king is the tail.

Boulder is a larger golden version of a Pebble. It only has the queen’s seal on the flat bottom.

Twenty pebbles equal one stone.

Twenty-five stones is a rock.

Ten rocks equals a boulder

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Explanation on Roles

The Driver (1/1)

AKA the soldier who drives the geese

The driver is trained as a soldier, but specializes in anatinae, aka the geese and duck family. They have had lessons on how to handle them and train them. They have a higher level of understanding the species than your average Joe.

The Lead-Soldier (0/1)

This soldier is experienced and one of the oldest in the group. They are thinkers and strategists and carry the characteristics of a good leader. They are to be respected by their men. They are in charge of them and in charge of their schedules. They sit wherever they need to be while in the wagon.

The Soldiers (3/3)

The soldiers watch and are to protect the prince at all costs. The one at the back make sure that they aren’t being followed. They ones at the sides make sure that there isn’t someone coming in to T-bone them or anything. They are also in charge of looking ahead because the driver could be busy with the geese and the cook should be looking at the map.

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The below applies to The Soldiers, The Lead-Soldier and The Driver: The soldiers in this RP will either be one of the above average in their class. The better ones are assigned to the older sons.

The Cook (0/1)

They feed the group whenever they stop. They usually feed them greenery and fruit. They can scavenge too but the first couple meals will be pre-prepared. If provided, they will fix up some sort of meat or insects for food. They will not feed them chicken. Cannibalism is for the desperate and they haven’t reached that point yet.

The Best Friend (1/1)

AKA the whipping boy

Royalty has a whipping boy who is a friend from a lower rank. They grow up side by side together and are of the same age. They learn the same subjects that the prince does and play the same sports and games. But when the prince does something wrong, the best friend—the whipping boy—gets punished instead. It’s a stronger way to keep them in line as the royal will not want to cause their friend harm.

The Prince (1/1)

The prince is the prince focused on in the introduction. He is between 15 and 22 years old. He is probably going to snobbish. Remember that he caused a fit so that his favorite cook and best friend could go along. He is the youngest brother, but is older than his two young sisters.


List of Characters

The Driver

Bantam Orpington | 27 | Male | The Driver | Freedom | Page 1

The Leader

Open

The Soldiers

Patch Capon | 24 | Female | Soldier (Knight) | Enigma| Page

Clawdia Spurrington | 29 | Female | Soldier (Weaponry) | Sir Froggington| Page 1

Theodore Egger | 28 years | Male | Ciao | Page 2

The Cook

Open

The Best Friend

Calhoun O'Malley | 15 | Male | Best Friend/Whipping boy | Tenebris Umbra | Page

The Prince

Wyandotte Faverolles | 15 | Male | Prince | Sir Froggington | Page 1


Edited at July 11, 2022 10:11 PM by Sir Froggington
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Miscellaneous

Ideas

Just ideas! We don’t have to do them!

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Wagon is caught on fire by some stupid mistake

Driver dies or gets badly wounded and someone has to try their best to fill the role. Causing a rollercoaster of a ride until/if they get the geese managed

They get inspected by some rebels and have to pretend to be a family going to a funeral. They have to dress the part, however.

It starts to rain/snow

The geese runaway

They get caught and get caught for real and have to fight themselves out of the situation and/or they almost die. Or they do die.

Birds of prey attack.

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The Prince and His Posse | Chicken RP | Lit | ReFresh | OPENJune 27, 2022 12:31 PM


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Character Sheet

Bare minimum is below. You can add onto it if you want. If you are playing the prince, please remember that the character has four older brothers, two younger sisters and an alive (so far) father and mother.

With the ages, act as if they are human beings. Just to make things more simple than trying to convert human years to chicken or vise versa.


For Soldiers

Name:

Age:

Gender (Male or Female):

Role (and profession):

What is your experience with this role?

What do you think about the uprising?

What do you think about the king?

Weapon:

Appearance:

Personality:

Affiliations:

Family:

Other:


For Cook and Best Friend

Name:

Age:

Gender (Male or Female):

Role:

What is your experience with this role?

What do you think about the uprising?

What do you think about the king?

Weapon:

Appearance:

Personality:

Affiliations:

Family:

Other:


For Prince

Name:

Age:

Gender: Male

Role:

What do you think about the uprising?

What do you think about the king?

Weapon:

Appearance:

Personality:

Affiliations:

Family:

Other:

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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.

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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.

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Name:

Clawdia Spurrington

Age:

29 years and 11 months

Gender (Male or Female):

Female

Role (and profession):

Soldier (Weaponry)

What is your experience with this role?

Her parents had a hard time feeding all of the chicks, so they tried to find an appropriate placement for all of them. Someone thought she might have an aptitude as a soldier, because of her build. As soon as she was old enough she was sent to the military, and she has been there ever since. She came from a farm, so she learned some basics about blacksmithy, and she had a natural curiosity about it. Because of her choice, she isn't as skilled as many soldiers, however, she uses blunt force which works fine in most instances.

What do you think about the uprising?

Why can't everyone just get along? She would want to find a nonviolent way to fix it.

What do you think about the king?

He can't be very nice. She doesn't think about him too much, but she might come to harsher conclusions after getting to know Wyan.

Weapon:

Double-headed battle ax, pike, mace

Appearance:

She is a Black Jersey Giant. She is a large tall rock. From the metaphor, you might think that she is reliable and she stays still. However, she is quick to get off her perch. She considers fitness very important and enjoys being active. She is about as tall as most roosters, and she is more muscular and heavier than most of them (unless they are a meat chicken breed). When she was younger, she grew up fast and lanky, but she has finally filled out with solid compact muscles.

Her feathers are iridescent black. When the sun hits her feathers from different angles, you can see blue, green, and purple shine back. Although she isn’t one for manners, she keeps herself neat and tidy due to her long time in the military. All of her feathers are neatly placed, and they don’t seem to come out of place near as badly as other soldiers. Individually, her feathers are slightly longer and stiffer than the average feather. She has a slight bump where her tail feathers rise higher than her back feathers.

Her wings are wide and strong. They can easily hurt a smaller chicken, but her wing spread isn’t wide enough to aid her in flight. She can not lift off the ground unless she jumps. However, from time to time she uses her wings to help her heave her bulk into a run.

She has round dark brown eyes. She has a strong angular dark beak, but it is a light tan at the tip. She has a single clear bright red comb that is stiff enough to remain upright and a bright red wattle. She has light gray claws. She normally wears a plain uniform without ornamentation. Although it’s rather irregular when she is wearing civilian clothing she prefers to wear light tan cotton pants and a light green shirt. She wears closed-toed shoes, but she has a thing for boots.

Personality:

Clawdia is often found sitting in shadowy corner. Many might think that she is shy or trying to hide her large bulk; perhaps she is introverted and reached the end of her social leash. A few would find her intimidating, as her dark feathers help her blend in. In reality, she is trying to find a quiet place without distractions to soak up her surroundings. She always keeps her earholes clear, because she loves to be in the know. She has a habit of telling at least three other chickens something she has learned, so chickens hesitate to confide in her unless they want everyone to know.

After she has gotten to know someone or if she is going to be in their company for a while, she gets tired of hiding in the corner waiting for something to happen. She likes to be in the center of events, making interesting things happen. Because of the time she spends observing her acquaintances, she picks up on the chicken’s inner workings faster than the average chicken and has the know-how to be manipulative. Instead, she uses that knowledge to make chickens feel comfortable in her presence. On days she feels sad, she challenges herself to collect laughter, and she keeps a tally of how many she has made laugh. She is a very blunt and upfront chicken, so being manipulative is not in her nature.

Her version of manners is returning a favor or being nice and inclusive. She has a high tolerance for anyone. How else is she supposed to get the dirtiest tidbits or smooth over relations? She has very little shame. She is not known for her good table manners or gently tottering around awkward topics. When she bluntly blurts, it often creates awkward moments for other chickens as they don’t know how to react to the information she gives them. Normally, she laughs at them or ignores the awkward moment and plows forward.

Tears in general make her uncomfortable. She doesn’t like others to witness her cry, and she doesn’t know what to do if someone else cries. She doesn’t want others to feel bad. She hates being anxious or angry. It makes her feel tense and sick at heart. It’s not worth it. She’ll do whatever she can to escape those feelings and distract herself. She has a hard time sitting there and being outwardly sympathetic. She prefers to logic the feelings away, which can often annoy someone who just wants someone to listen.

It is very hard to grab her attention unless she has known you for a long time, you have spent a lot of time together, or you are in a one-on-one situation with her. She gets bored easily. She resorts to hyper movement, which normally annoys those in her vicinity. She isn’t the type to sit around and do something to exercise her mind, which is why she works out. She has a rigorous regime she regularly adheres to. To feed her active body, she is a really big eater, and she is known to snatch from other chicken bowls during meals.

Affiliations:

Family:

Father - Bill Bach Spurrington

Mother - Layla Cornelia Spurrington

The second child of the third clutch

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Name

Bantam Orpington

Age

27

Gender

Male

Role/Profession

Driver

Goose Breeder

What is your experience with this role?

Bantam has been training to be involved in anatinae since he was twenty-one years old, and completed his training when he was twenty-five. For two years he’s been breeding geese for show and battle, though his interest lies more heavily in veterinary services. Bantam has loved geese since he was a chick, and his father bred geese.

What do you think about the uprising?

Bantam’s point of view is that there’s always a solution - one that doesn’t involve violence, cannibalism, or large bonfires. Can’t everyone just sit in a circle and sing kumbaya? Or at least make a greater effort to avoid murder? That’s not to say the rebels are all wrong, but their methods greatly vex Bantam. He tries to see both sides of the issue.

What do you think about the king?

Bantam doesn’t like to share his opinions on political matters because he prefers to avoid argument, and so it may take some weaseling to find out exactly what he thinks of the king. Him being a soldier and from a wealthier middler family, though, one might assume he supports the king - plus he seems rather anti-violence.

Weapon

Bantam is really not much of a fighter, but when you’re in a situation like this it’s in your best interest to have a pointy thing to jab people with. Bantam can’t use many weapons so he’s opted for a small iron dagger with a broad handle for easy handling. The blade is like a pressed and sharpened cone, fat and roundish-looking. With no scabbard, Bantam has tucked the blade into his belt - which will probably mean it’s going to end up poking his butt at some point.

Appearance

Art by Freedom (275895)

Bantam is an Australorp rooster, and weighs 9 lbs with a height of about 27 inches. He has midnight black plumage with long, shining feathers and a full-bodied build. Over his black base is a bottle-green shine with hints of blue, visible mostly in the sunlight. His great neck and chest are puffed out and he has excellent posture and a chickenly elegant way of walking. His tail feathers arch up and over, and his wings are large and even-feathered, long enough to give him good goose grip and maximum dancing capacity. On his right wing, if you brush some feathers aside, you can make out a scar that looks suspiciously goose-beak-shaped. When his wings are folded by his side, they seem to disappear, making him look like some sort of flightless bird. His legs are strong and sturdy, like big grey sticks, and end in four toes: three in the front, one in the back. They’re speckled with dinosaur-like scales of dark grey. His beak is small and black, and often he wears a chicken smile on that beak. His comb, wattle, and face are bright red, clashing in severe fashion faux pas with his blue-green overtones. His comb is a bit jaggedy-looking but a good size. His wattle, on the other hand, is incredibly large. He has his father’s excellent genes to thank for this. It’s a big, magnificent, fleshy red wattle that rests upon his arched neck. A red “mask” around his eyes completes the redness of his general facial area. His eyes are rounded, slightly less round at the tops, and are pure black with a certain rooster’s gleam in them. He often wears charcoal towards the tops of his eyes to give them a more rounded look.

Bantam always dresses well unless he’s with his geese, in which case he might wear something more practical. But for the most part you can find Bantam wearing finer clothing. One thing that you will always find Bantam with, no matter the place or time, is his sunshade parasol. This parasol is made of paper and is a delicate thing, but Bantam takes special care not to damage it in any way. While the chickens of higher status might be found with servants to carry their fine parasols for them, Batam is left to carry his own. Made to match his blue-green shine, the parasol’s paper is dyed sea green, the delicate wood a light brown color. A pattern of winged ants in black adorns the paper, making the parasol far and away the most valuable item Bantam possesses. Bantam’s style of clothing, when given the opportunity to dress up, is colorful and loose. He often wears button-up shirts, and his shirts are mostly blue, green, or red. They’re either linen or wool. The necks dip down in a V to show off his puffy-feathered chest and the sleeves are loose and short, draping around his wings but not far enough to trip him up. Over this shirt he often wears a vest in a starkly contrasting color: a green shirt with a red vest is a favorite combination of his. He tucks his shirts into his pants, which are also loose and flowing. The fabric goes from where his shirt ends, with a hole cut for his tail, and hangs loosely around his little stick legs. A rumpled ruffle of fabric covers his tail, draping over it like a fabulous waterfall. He has a thin and small leather belt which loops around his waist twice and is done up by tying the two ends together. He wears a low, flat-topped capotain hat in black, with the brim dipping lower in the back, and a slit near the bottom allows him to wear an American Buff Goose feather in his hat. His feet are wrapped in strips of wool on very fancy occasions, and are tied bows in the back. He wears a little bronze ring on his left middle toe, and his wattle is pierced: he has two wooden beads and a teardrop-shaped jade hanging down from it, draped on his chest.

When Batam isn’t dressing up, it’s probably because he’s working with his geese. There’s always the risk of getting trampled by the webbed feet of an angry goose, and what if your clothes get ruined? Not worth the risk. In this case, Bantam wears far more practical clothing. He loses the ring, the foot wraps, and the piercing (though he might opt for a lesser piercing - the geese will be impressed, at least). He wears plain clothing in darker colors so that stains don’t show up as well. Dark red’s always good in case a goose bites you. His pants and sleeves are a bit tighter, and he has no ruffles for his tail. A thick belt with a real buckle is much preferred, and he puts his parasol somewhere goose-proof. He keeps his hat but sometimes his geese get angry at the feather in it so he takes that out. Geese are so sensitive.

Personality

They say you can’t please everybody, but Bantam begs to differ - if you don’t count yourself, you sure can. He’s constantly conversing with the ladies, but not dedicated nor powerful enough to really pose a threat to the other roosters. He’s fancy enough to impress the upper class but his actual financial status helps him fit in with the middlers. He has fine clothing and a big wattle, but isn’t good-looking enough to piss anyone off. It’s the general impression that Bantam is a charming, delightful young rooster. He has an air of trustworthiness about him, and for the most part this is an accurate impression. His elegance and grace are as good as one could expect from a rooster with a parasol, and his wattle is just so . . . big. He’s always in a good mood, always willing to share and delighted to be of service. He may not always know how to do things, but at least everyone can get a good laugh watching him fail at stuff. He’s an active chicken who enjoys sports and long walks, but his physical strength leaves something to be desired. His feathers quiver with physical exertion when he wing-wrestles chicks, and his goose-wrangling abilities remind one of a tentative junebug. Bantam isn’t the kind to start fights, but he’ll end them - by running away. He readily obeys a stronger male and doesn’t attempt to take things over when he knows there’s someone more capable around. He doesn’t snipe back when he’s insulted, and doesn’t get involved in squabbles. In fact, for the most part he can be found in the company of ladies and heavily involved in their activities, letting the other roosters attend to their business without him. He’d rather make a delightful quilt than talk politics with skinny-necked roosters.

Bantam tends to spend more of his time with hens, and is an undeniable flirt. He shows interest in all hens around his age, no matter their looks, position, or disposition. But please, let’s give the women some credit here: it would take more than good looks and a few smiles to find a place in their hearts. What many find most attractive about Bantam is his immense respect for other chickens. He’s a polite and refined chicken, maybe not with the most up-to-date manners but a genuine gentleman. He’s helpful and straightforward, and while he shows no interest in long-term relationships, he’s very honest about this. He’s accustomed to rejection and takes it in stride, and if a hen isn’t interested in him he leaves her alone. He is far too refined of a rooster to lower himself to begging, bothering, or petty revenge. He’s nearly always willing to be friends with a hen he was rejected by or was once with, because Bantam is never a rooster who holds grudges. He might also be irritatingly comfortable around exes. He has an infinite ability to forgive which he thinks of as his best quality - what a great guy he is, he tells himself.

Despite his good qualities, Bantam is far from a perfect chicken. He may not like to start arguments, but he often does on accident anyway. He may be polite, but that’s only as far as his limited social skills allow. His remarks towards other chickens may be as harmless as giving them fashion tips or as catastrophic as giving them terrible life advice. Because Bantam loves to be helpful, he enjoys giving other chickens advice. Mostly unsolicited and unwanted, and rarely actually very helpful. His philosophies, while vague and unhelpful, are also rarely applicable to the situation. He often butts in with his help just to make himself useful, but his talents are another thing altogether. He seems under the impression that he’s good at everything. He’s a generally well-intentioned and excitable rooster, but he’s not actually an easy rooster to get close to. He makes an effort to make friends wherever he goes, but doesn’t put in the effort to keep them. His interactions with friends may be erratic and difficult to predict, and once the two begin getting close he often just stops communicating. He’s like this with a relationship too: he wants to go into it with the understanding that neither are serious, and if the hen starts getting serious then he can’t handle it anymore. Commitment is far from what he’s looking for from life.

Bantam’s two main talents are geese tending and dancing. Bantam, of course, works with anatinae, and he specifically breeds geese. He knows a great deal about geese and genetics specifically, and his interest in geese occupies some back part of his mind at all times. He likes to show off his geese to people, and his favorite thing in the world is when people ask for rides on his geese and he gets to guide them around while half-yelling interesting facts at the rider - geese are surprisingly loud. Around his geese is definitely when he’s most energetic, although he maintains a business aspect of goose-breeding because, after all, only chickens are sentient, could you even imagine anything else having thoughts and ideas? But he adores his geese and feels that they have strong emotions which are as close as a non-chicken is going to get to thoughts. Sometimes he has favorite geese who he keeps instead of selling. He’s also a good dancer, which is something that he taught himself. He always wanted to be a dancer after seeing professionals performing, though it never turned into anything. But he practiced hard as a chick and is still a good dancer today. He can’t play an instrument, so he’s always on the lookout for a chicken who can so they can collaborate.

Bantam is rather the dandy, but he believes that posture and clothing make a chicken more than their actual appearance (because then he would be screwed - black, green-blue, and red? A catastrophe). He has a good reputation for the most part, and he works hard to keep it that way. Of course, there will always be some chickens who will judge you for dating so many different hens, but Bantam just has to live with this. Bantam’s movements are fluid and calculated, which not only gives him the muscle control to control his geese but is also an important part of the way he presents himself. He dislikes having to wear common clothing, because he adores being noticed for his flashy clothing style. He likes to be seen as interesting or worth noticing, and this is the easiest way he knows. He also takes interest in the clothing choices of other chickens and may comment on this, for better or worse. This is one thing that he often makes suggestions on, and he likes to tell other chickens how he might tweak their fashion choices. Not higher-up chickens, of course. He’s no fool.

Despite his honesty and forthrightness, Bantam doesn’t like to share too much about himself. It’s not that he has much to hide or any part of his past he wants to hide. It’s just that when chickens start prying into that stuff, he feels like they’re getting too close and he does, after all, have an image to preserve. He doesn’t ask about other chickens’ feelings or stories, and doesn’t like to be asked about his. Instead, he prefers meaningless fluff conversations. If you want Bantam to leave you alone, the fastest way to do that is to start asking him intrusive questions. His feathers will puff out like an alarmed anime character and he’ll make a quick excuse to get away from you. He’s too dazzling for emotions. Whoever said chickens have to connect on a meaningful level? Bantam has been skimming his way through people’s lives without making a meaningful impression and he’s doing great.

Affiliations

Bantam often collaborates with other breeders, but he’s too young to be well-known in the breeding world and he’s not exactly an expert yet. His dad has a great client base but Bantam’s brothers have pretty much monopolized that. His friends come and go, as do his lovers, so he knows a lot of chickens but is close with none.

Group

Colette Eglantine Hennings O’Flintshell

"Gingerbread"

Bantam has done some goose breeding projects with Letty's husband, Boyne. He knows and likes the couple, and has been over to their house for dinner a few times. He gets along with Letty but doesn't know her well - she's a friendly acquaintance. She's also knowledgable about geese, which Bantam is very glad of in this group.

Bantam calls her Gingerbread after the dessert, popular among the wealthy but not any other classes. She gave him a small piece she'd made for the royal family when he came for dinner once, and he said the color was just like her feathers.

William Alaric Brewer II

Bantam and Alaric actually were fledglings together, and only a few years ago did they part ways to pursue their different specialties. Bantam's always admired (and maybe been jealous of) Alaric's strength and bravery, but he also knows he has the superior social skills. The two help each other, push each other out of their comfort zones, and are in general friends. Bantam doesn't often get close with roosters, but he gravitates towards Alaric because he's familiar and a good protector.

Calhoun O'Malley

Although Bantam doesn't really know Calhoun, he's perfectly willing to be friends with the boy. Although Bantam is older, he's still a bit flighty around Calhoun because of his proximity to the prince. He wants to be friends, but he's more like a fan and he would never want to talk about anything serious with Calhoun.

Jackie Coniferous Velta

Bantam thinks Jackie is a wonderful and lovely lady, and although she's a very professional chicken, he can respect that and not flirt too much when she's on duty. He just knows she's going to be adorable when she feels more free to be herself, though.

Prince Wyandotte Faverolles

He's a freaking prince! A prince with whom Bantam is sharing the same general space. He's driving a prince around! How is this not the most amazing thing that's ever happened to him? He would just love to be moticed by Wyan at all, but also never wants Wyan to look at him or notice him ever.

Patch Capon

Bantam doesn't really care much if a hen is masquerading as a rooster. If she's a hen, he's flirting. He thinks she's gotta be bold and quirky if she's pulling this off, and who wouldn't love a bold an quirky woman?

Pets

Bantam is too young to have a great number of geese - all of the good geese that his father bred went to his older brothers, and he only got one old one who bites everyone. He usually sells the geese he breeds, and hasn’t had to actually drive a goose since he learned how to. Two of his bred battle geese are being used for this journey: Lagle and Bezai. Their heritage is mostly Arzamas geese, but they’re slightly larger and less quarrelsome. They’re brother and sister.

Family

Mr. Orpington

Bantam’s father was always called Mr. Orpington by his family, and to be honest Bantam can barely remember his real name. He was a well-off goose breeder who bred for showings, and he was much too busy to have anything to do with his chicks. He gave the boys from his first clutch a lot of his geese for breeding, the boys from the second a few geese, and by the time the third clutch came around he was done giving away geese. Bantam doesn’t know too much about him.

Wati Orpington

Wati was Bantam’s mother, a very overworked chicken who made a great effort to keep the household running, get her chores done, keep up with social obligations, and spend time with her children all at once. As a result, “quality time” was mostly stuff like going with her to pick up strawberries for dinner. Relentlessly optimistic and scatterbrained, she would often mix her children up but loved all of them equally.

Beckett Orpington

Beckett is one of the few siblings who actually stuck in Bantam’s memory, because he was the one who mentored Bantam. He was their father’s least favorite out of the first clutch, and Wati forgot his name a lot. He was the one who pretty much raised Bantam, a friendly, sarcastic, and fun-loving rooster. He taught Bantam about breeding geese and gave him his first goose, though it was rather old and mean-spirited.

Clutch One

Beckett was part of the first clutch, who were born twelve years before Bantam’s clutch. There were nine of them in total, a rather small clutch. Most of them were already in apprenticeships when Bantam was born, and he’s only met them at family gatherings. Beckett was still in the house because he’d had a disagreement with his mentor and left, and Mr. Orpington was too irritated to pay for another mentor.

Clutch Two

The second clutch was born nine years before Bantam’s clutch. There were thirteen of them, and finances got a little more difficult around then. They were around when Bantam was born but all had gone by the time he was six, and he doesn’t really remember them. He can remember more of their names than he can of the first clutch, though.

Clutch Three

This clutch was an accident, and was born much after the first two clutches. There were eleven of them, including Bantam, and these were the chickens that Bantam grew up with and remembers. Seven were boys, four were girls. They sort of raised themselves and had the servants running after them. Most were apprenticed to the second clutch. Some were more of bullies, and honestly they could be nasty little chicks. But Bantam did have three brothers and one sister of whom he was very fond, and he still sees them sometimes.

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I never in my life knew how much I needed a chicken RP until now. Thank you so much for making this! I had a ton of fun and learned a lot about chickens.

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