Thank you

Rising Shadows said:

It has occurred to me that I never said I had finished Cauna, lol. Still trying to snap a picture of the chimkin she is based off of

Hey there! If this role-play isn't closed, I'd be glad to join :) Please note, I'm a bit rusty as I haven't written actively in about a year, but I used to be all over the RP threads back in the day.

Name:

Patch Capon

Age:

24

Gender (Male or Female):

Female, but is masquerading as a male. Think Gentleman Jack. More on this later.

Role (and profession):

Soldier, Knight

What is your experience with this role?

Patch took on the guise of a rooster to gain independence from her flock. She heard of young cocks who were trained up as soldiers, and were in turn able to travel the world while learning the meanings of the universe. This was infinitely more fascinating, much more appealing than falling prey to the (ever increasing) clutches of her colony as a brood hen. However, in the old-fashioned country she was raised, only male chickens were permitted to train. On that sunny-side up day, an eggscape plan was hatched!

Patch managed to secure a job at the cockfight arenas for the next couple months as a maidhen, watching the males spar, imitating the ways they moved and carried themselves. Once the males were done for the day, Patch would make a sweep of the arena pick up any fallen tail plumes dropped from the ruckus. When she had a sufficient amount of funds and plumes from her job-- one could even say she'd killed two birds with one stone--, Patch meticulously glued and grafted the best looking plumes to her own lackluster tail feathers. She could not immitate the brassy manes and large combs of her male counterparts, but Patch could just as easily wear clothing to cover up what she was so obviously missing.

Next, she embarked on a journey to see which training academies would take her in. She was rejected by all of them at the door. However, as she was about to leave the very last one, Patch encountered a rooster that was chickening out of the process. A deal was struck, Patch would take his identity, so long as she sent regular updates to his family.

Patch went through training, where she was initially mocked and bawked at, not because she was female or smaller looking, but because of her unique appearance. Her tail was nothing like any of them had seen before, and they gave her the nickname Patch for her motley appearance, as well as her shawl she always wore which made her look like a pheasant (pun intended). Through the following months, Patch earned the respect of her fellow colleagues by performing on par with the academu standard, and decided to graduated with the new moniker to represent her creation.

Dreading the monotonous role of guard, Patch was deployed as a knight to deal with crime in the surrounding area. Currently, she is a soldier for the prince, which is one of the most exciting things she has ever done.

What do you think about the uprising?

Before being hired: now that Patch has her way, she's pretty much indifferent to it. She only dreads being forced to fight against her own people, the working class, in the name of henous (heinous) nobility who she owes nothing.

After being hired: MONEY. She means, ahem. Patch is not helping the nobility against the rebellion, if she's only protecting an innocent life. No chicken should die in the name of uprising.

What do you think about the king?

Indifferent. She's never met him.

Weapon:

Majority of the time smaller than her opponents, Patch does a lot of ducking for a chicken! Aside from the standard beak and talons, Patch's weapons are centered around finesse. She carries her trusty rapier called Yolktale around on her back, and over the years of having to reglue new feathers again and again, Patch has adapted the technique into a sort of weaponization for the first three flight feathers of each wing: each is tipped with a long sharp silver cap. She doesn't use this often as it is rather inefficient and requires her to get close to her opponents.

Appearance:

Just your run of the mill regular brown hen. I mean, rooster? She is averaged sized, with slightly gangly legs, and has two golden eyes that are always brimming with energy. Patch doesn't really care, even since she moved to the big city, she's become fond of the tail plumes. She enjoys the looks of confusion she gets when she removes her cloak, and since the move Patch has been adding progressively more and more obviously non-blending feathers, to the point where it's like a bouquet. Some say she adds a new one whenever she defeats an opponent in a cockfight. She is averaged sized, with slightly gangly legs, and has two golden eyes that are always brimming with energy.

For clothing, she wears a deep green cloak for panache when she spins around, and it also covers up her lack of glossy black male feathers. On her hat she wears a bycocket of the same color with an ostrich plume from a majestic beast she once befriended. Yolktakes is silver with a handle that looks like a fox head.

Personality:

Patch is a very outgoing, friendly, and charismatic gentlehen. She enjoys her little jokes and pecking around with friends, anyone who is capable of a good banter Patch likes immediately. Admittedly, she is a bit of a cad, which has wound her in a pinch or two, but Patch is working on this. Some strengths of Patch's are her unreserved friendliness to everyone around her, her skills with her rapier, and her ability to inhale unfathomable portions of food within an unholy short amount of time.

Affiliations:

She makes sure to be friends with all the bartenders of all the local drinking facilities. Other than that, I will add to this as needed.

Family:

Patch left her colony of eighty-five chickens to live a free-range life. She has no emotional attachment to any of them, so these chickens are nothing but blood relatives.

Kevhen Capon, who Patch swapped places with. He is now pursuing a career in music as a crowing rooster.

Other:

I hope this was sufficient <3 I really am super rusty, and I don't normally flesh out personality or appearance that thoroughly, as I believe in getting to know other people's characters through the RP. If you'd like I can send you old examples of writing as well!

It would be great if you sent some examples of your writing.

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

Other: