<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">----Basics-----</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Birth-name:</span>Wren M'kai<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Age:</span>26 years, 3 moons<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Race:</span>Tsikune in their native tongue, but in more common muck slang, 'angel'<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Height:</span>5'10<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Weight:</span>98 lbs (Skeletal structure lighter than bone. Also more delicate)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Job:</span>Parcel Runner<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Residence:</span>N/A-- he's nomadic.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Social Standing:</span>Not quite dirt low, but only a few pegs above the plague bitten and criminals. He has to duck well out of the way of most of his kin. Eye contact would mean a challenge.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">-----Appearance---</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Build:</span>He's a very slinky creature in the way most young men are. All lean muscles decking out a slight frame. When he leans back you can trace the line of his ribs pressing up beneath the skin.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Stance:</span>One word; cocky.<br/>He stands cockeyed, at an angle; legs bowed, back arched, wings lulling lazily ajar and fingers constantly occupied.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Skin:</span>Bordering dark-skinned and decorated with branded marks signifying numerous small achievements, as is custom.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Hair:</span>A fiercely copper mix of hair and feathering, like a freshly minted penny, that falls roughly below the line of his cheekbones.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Head:</span>The ol' crooked jawline and tomcat-esque cheek bones speckled with feathers. His nose crooks slightly too far to one side from one too many destructive breaks in dodgy human taverns, matched only by his skewed grin.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Eyes:</span>They're wide-slender (better range of vision during flight), amber things that glisten like glass beads on a child's necklace when he grins. Double lidded (think debris)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Hands and feet:</span>He has working hands. Skin speckled with scars and scratches, mapped with veins and marked with chicken scratches, well defined, shabbily built and donning talon-like nails made more for gripping than causing any damage.<br/><br/>Has feathering around his elbows and backs of calves.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Other:</span>Has a wingspan that easily breaches into fifteen feet, but tucks away nicely when needed. Anywhere you expect hair you can expect to find feathering. Umm ... anything else...<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Clothes:</span>Sand coloured harem pants and a few articles of family jewellery, glass rings, parrot feather broaches and leather braids etc. Asides that things tend to get in the way.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">-----Other----</span></span><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Equipment:</span>He has a leather shoulder pack for carrying deliveries and keeps a dagger in a holster on his belt for emergencies.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Magic:</span>N/A.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Talents and Abilities:</span>His mother taught him carpentry and contrary to popular belief amongst his clan, he is very talented with it, but asides practising in his free time his family name spoils whatever chance he has of selling his work or progressing.<br/><br/>As an angel he picks up emotions and animal ideas on a basic level from others. It's the same thing that makes a flock of birds all turn in the same millisecond.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Voice and Accent:</span>When speaking in the human tongue (he does this often, as he trades with them often) his words adopt an exotic lilt, it's a sharp sounding language with a general high tone to it. As for voice, "angels" woo by singing. Now you know where the term angelic choir originated, mating calls to put it crudely! :P They have a duel voice box and a naturally wide range of pitches, but Wren tends to talk in a soft, willowy tone.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Living Relations:</span>His mother and younger brother.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Religious Outlook:</span>Like he was raised, he's a good God fearing boy. :P He has his own outlook, but still believes in Deities.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">-----Personality---</span></span><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Proâ€™s:</span>Good humoured, passionate, warm, flirty, curious, loyal to a fault<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Conâ€™s:</span>Quick tempered, prying, doesn't think things through, obsessive, obnoxious at times, clingy.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Likes:</span>,,,,<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Dislikes:</span>,,,,<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Phobias:</span>Doesn't like the dark all that much, but refuses to speak about it.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Sexual Orientation:</span>Bi, but to angels sex is fleeting, casual and attraction is everywhere. Companionship however is much deeper.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Childhood:</span>His kin believe in tough love. It's a cruel world out there, deal with it. However Wrens mother was always soft on him, perhaps too much so, he didn't cope so well growing up with other children, but then most were automatically authority to him being from a higher family.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Recent History:</span>Ended up finding the job from a trail of nomadic humans. They seemed keen enough to send him off with things and teach him human along the way-- more shocking yet-- they even appeared to admire him! It was near thrilling, so Wren took the job and now lives wherever that takes him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Illnesses/Sleep Patterns:</span>He tends to stay awake for a few days and sleep for the next few. Easier to get things done that way, plus being a flock creature it's in his genetics to do so.<br/><br/><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://img827.imageshack.us/img827/4865/hgkg.jpg">[ img ]</a>