birdpeople jump in, or something like that
Jan 24, 2017 20:37:30 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2017 20:37:30 GMT -5
Avian-humans, more commonly referred to as "birdkids" within the Aether Academy, are an experiment. Two hundred and fifty years ago, someone figured out how to combine human DNA with avian DNA, producing birds that were highly intelligent. These experiments, however, died very quickly; they were often weaker in body than other birds and though most of them could imitate human speech, their throats became very sore, and ultimately, none of them survived. So, of course, the scientists got a better idea; what if they worked on human babies instead?
They focused on orphanages; babies who wouldn't remember what had happened. And, to everybody's surprise, it worked. Their first successful hybrid had wings like a baby bird's, with down feathers - and they found, as it grew, that these feathers would shed and make way for adult feathers. The human seemed to have much lighter bones than the average human, and when it came to testing if they could fly, it worked. Against the odds, against everything, the avian-human hybrid could do everything a human could plus fly.
In the modern day, the experiments are, of course, kept under wraps. The Aether Academy focuses on teaching them life skills, teaching them how to hunt and forage, how to defend themselves. It's noted that birdkids tend to mature slower than humans, and their "adult" age is roughly twenty-two, rather than the human's eighteen, and so birdkids graduate at twenty-two.
They focused on orphanages; babies who wouldn't remember what had happened. And, to everybody's surprise, it worked. Their first successful hybrid had wings like a baby bird's, with down feathers - and they found, as it grew, that these feathers would shed and make way for adult feathers. The human seemed to have much lighter bones than the average human, and when it came to testing if they could fly, it worked. Against the odds, against everything, the avian-human hybrid could do everything a human could plus fly.
In the modern day, the experiments are, of course, kept under wraps. The Aether Academy focuses on teaching them life skills, teaching them how to hunt and forage, how to defend themselves. It's noted that birdkids tend to mature slower than humans, and their "adult" age is roughly twenty-two, rather than the human's eighteen, and so birdkids graduate at twenty-two.
- They're hybrids of any flying and existing bird; no extinct birds, and no flightless birds.
- Like some baby birds, they imprint on the first being they see. This being is always a scientist, and the scientist becomes a parent-like figure to them up until the age of fifteen, which is when they enter the Aether Academy.
- Bonding is a concept that was once common, but is now rare. It is when two birdkids understand each-other and never wish to be parted. Most bonded pairs end up in a romantic relationship, and scientists are highly interested to see how they function together. It is deemed inhumane to part two bonded birdkids - but as mentioned, it is rather rare, now.
- The birdkids must wear harnesses when they fly, so that their body isn't put under much strain.
- It is from the age seventeen that they can fly for longer periods of time, and their training will then focus on combat and flying maneuvers - with academics in-between.
- The Academy is based in an undisclosed location, and it is very large with a closed-off wing that is for laboratories, where scientists stay to observe. Every sixth months, a birdkid must be taken here to have their vitals assessed and to ensure that their body is doing well, and their progress is checked with. It is at this time that they'll also see their scientist, and so the visit is highly anticipated.
- There's a large forest surrounding the Aether Academy, plus a beach. However, there are invisible barriers that stop the birdkids from leaving the campus grounds by air or by ground, and they must have clearance to leave the grounds. It is impossible, otherwise.
- - Please give a small description when you jump-in !! I don't expect very much, but please give a physical description. I'm not going to set a limit on lines or anything, but please write something people can respond to. Also, please refrain from creating a mary-sue/stu just because this isn't a full roleplay; I am prone to calling people out. Realism is expected - they're just experiments, they're not anime characters with unnatural hair colours (unless it's dyed: specify if it is) and bright purple eyes and all of this. They are normal human beings. With wings. Sometimes their hair might be influenced by the feathers of their birds - but only if it's a more natural colour (e.g: black / brown / russet / paler shades of blond).
Characters:
Allen Zephyr // 18 yrs old
crossed with a Black Browed Albatross
;; Often considered a very pretty birdkid, Allen keeps himself well-maintained. He has quite pale skin and a slender body, standing at 5'2'', and so is pretty short. That said, however, his wings more than make up for it; he has an absolutely massive wingspan due to the bird he has been crossed with, with the feathers over the backs of his wings being black, and then fading from grey to white on the underside of his wings. He has dark brown eyes and white-blond hair that is often referred to as being white, though his eyebrows are black and he seems to have black undertones to his hair. However, it seems to grow naturally pale - but then again, he could just be dying it rapidly. It's tousled and soft to the touch, cut shorter at the back and kept longer at the top. He usually pushes it back with a black fabric hairband when he's busy. He usually has quite impressive winged eyeliner, because he finds it funny to keep up with the rather pretty looks of the bird he's a hybrid of. He wears white skinny jeans with tears in the thighs and a loose black tank-top that doesn't trap his wings; though when he's cold, he'll wear a loose black sweater, and he wears black flats on his feet. He tends to be rather intimidating, at first glance.
Starter:
Saturday was a free day, and Allen found himself relaxing on the beach due to the warmth of the day. He basked in the sun and watched fish dart in the ocean, eyeing them quietly but not particularly wishing to look like a fool if he missed them. He knew that he could ask for fish in the cafeteria and get it but, really, where was the fun in that? He edged a little closer to the water and crouched down.
His makeup was waterproof. His wings would dry quickly. It was a little foolish of him to not have brought anything waterproof to wear on such a nice day. In a rather agitated manner, he adjusted his wings on his back before he stood up, stretching his massive wings to their full wingspan just because he could. They were, of course, impressive; huge and daunting and easily taking his weight, he knew that they were a little oversized for his height and he couldn't help but love that. The way his mother - sorry, his scientist - often commented on how glossy the feathers were or what a nice example of a Black Browed Albatross' wings they were, it really warmed his heart.
The fish darted between the little rays of sun that dappled the surface of the water, and he inhaled softly as he toed off his shoes and set them aside. His bare toes curled against the warm sand momentarily and he stared down, before hopping onto one of the water-slick rocks and crouching down lightly. His knees barely brushed the rocks, and he reached forward to press his slender hands against the rock, leaning forward a little and keeping his wings stretched out for balance. Sure, sure, he could go against the rules and fly without his harness before diving in, but there was something that felt cooler about just...crouching there. He bit his lip lightly and adjusted his weight, glancing back to the beach (and the Academy, beyond; its white walls gleaming in the warm sunshine), and then he looked back down to the silvery fish.
"You survive. This time."
They were not aware of their saved fate as Allen got to his feet and stretched, before promptly falling into the water with a loud yelp.
Characters:
Allen Zephyr // 18 yrs old
crossed with a Black Browed Albatross
;; Often considered a very pretty birdkid, Allen keeps himself well-maintained. He has quite pale skin and a slender body, standing at 5'2'', and so is pretty short. That said, however, his wings more than make up for it; he has an absolutely massive wingspan due to the bird he has been crossed with, with the feathers over the backs of his wings being black, and then fading from grey to white on the underside of his wings. He has dark brown eyes and white-blond hair that is often referred to as being white, though his eyebrows are black and he seems to have black undertones to his hair. However, it seems to grow naturally pale - but then again, he could just be dying it rapidly. It's tousled and soft to the touch, cut shorter at the back and kept longer at the top. He usually pushes it back with a black fabric hairband when he's busy. He usually has quite impressive winged eyeliner, because he finds it funny to keep up with the rather pretty looks of the bird he's a hybrid of. He wears white skinny jeans with tears in the thighs and a loose black tank-top that doesn't trap his wings; though when he's cold, he'll wear a loose black sweater, and he wears black flats on his feet. He tends to be rather intimidating, at first glance.
Starter:
Saturday was a free day, and Allen found himself relaxing on the beach due to the warmth of the day. He basked in the sun and watched fish dart in the ocean, eyeing them quietly but not particularly wishing to look like a fool if he missed them. He knew that he could ask for fish in the cafeteria and get it but, really, where was the fun in that? He edged a little closer to the water and crouched down.
His makeup was waterproof. His wings would dry quickly. It was a little foolish of him to not have brought anything waterproof to wear on such a nice day. In a rather agitated manner, he adjusted his wings on his back before he stood up, stretching his massive wings to their full wingspan just because he could. They were, of course, impressive; huge and daunting and easily taking his weight, he knew that they were a little oversized for his height and he couldn't help but love that. The way his mother - sorry, his scientist - often commented on how glossy the feathers were or what a nice example of a Black Browed Albatross' wings they were, it really warmed his heart.
The fish darted between the little rays of sun that dappled the surface of the water, and he inhaled softly as he toed off his shoes and set them aside. His bare toes curled against the warm sand momentarily and he stared down, before hopping onto one of the water-slick rocks and crouching down lightly. His knees barely brushed the rocks, and he reached forward to press his slender hands against the rock, leaning forward a little and keeping his wings stretched out for balance. Sure, sure, he could go against the rules and fly without his harness before diving in, but there was something that felt cooler about just...crouching there. He bit his lip lightly and adjusted his weight, glancing back to the beach (and the Academy, beyond; its white walls gleaming in the warm sunshine), and then he looked back down to the silvery fish.
"You survive. This time."
They were not aware of their saved fate as Allen got to his feet and stretched, before promptly falling into the water with a loud yelp.