Orreo has a minion!

Russiel the Grace

Profile by Ziva, formerly known as Jessica_groen

Name: Orreo
Pronounced: Oreo (like the cookie)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Keeto
Height: 3`5``
Place of Birth: The Sacred Lands
Alignment: Lawful Good
Role: Quiet Motivator
Eyes: crystalline blue-green
Body type: stocky, handsomely muscled
Face type: masculine feline
Marking(s): pale swirls and designs in his fur, lacking the glowing aura and halo
Best Feature: Eyes and smile
Speaking Style: Soft spoken, quiet authority
Best Qualities: quiet, kind, courageous
Worst Qualities: no good with violence, even when its warranted
Hobbies: observing others, standing up for what's right.
Fave Food: Meringue
Secret: Occasionally visits Maleria, who doesn't quite know what to do with his casual acceptance of her.
Likes: Flying, helping
Dislikes: fighting, bullies, bigots

Name: Russiel
Pronounced: russ-ee-ell
Species: Grace
Gender: Male
Description: A patient minion with a fondness for young children. Russiel looks a lot like his master, and seems to possess the self same courage as Orreo does.

You enter to see a beautiful room done in shades of blue on gray stone. Paintings of natural scenery share the far left wall with a desk and a massive four poster bed. A beautiful fountain of some sort of bird rests in the center of the room, the sound of running water offering a soothing counterpart to the relaxing colors that fill the room. In the right, back corner, a fireplace burns merrily, and a Grace lies sprawled out on a large couch, his tummy in the air and seemingly savoring the warmth. Closer to the right, you see Orreo himself, snoozing gently on a smaller therapy couch. You start to slip back out again, not wanting to bother him when he yawns and looks up at you.
"Oh! Welcome! Sorry, I didn't mean to doze off. Come in, come in. They said you wanted to interview me."
He seems to be friendly enough, and certainly doesn't fit the stereotypical flamboyant male stylist you were expecting. You take a seat across the small table from him on an enormous pillow and take out your notebook. Might as well jump right in.
What got you into the unusual profession of styling?
He smiles. ``Honestly, it just sort of worked out that way. I get nervous in big groups, especially when they are aggressive or intent on showing how `manly` they are. I fidget, and need to do something with my paws. I started fussing with my fur and feathers. I found I have a talent for seeing how to enhance natural beauty. It just kind of evolved from there.``
Do you get a lot of flack about it?
He rolls his eyes, ``All the time. People get their own prejudices and biases, and they're often stupid. There's nothing wrong with having a talent that doesn't fit in with what a bunch of neanderthals think is appropriate.``
Sounds like a hot topic. Maybe you should switch subjects to something safer.
I hear you have a girlfriend. How do you two get along?
His eyes light up. ``Hoshika. We get along well. We both share a love of natural places, snuggling, exploring, and helping others.`` He shifts his weight slightly and the gorgeous white wings on his back stir slightly.
You forget what you wanted to say next and finally manage to ask in an envious voice, ``What does it feel like to fly?``He spreads those gorgeous wings as wide as they will go, gleaming white and flexing slowly but powerfully. Air is stirred and for just a moment you feel as though you are standing on a cliff with the fresh air blowing in your face.
``It's hard to describe to someone who's never felt it before. I guess the closest comparison is swimming.`` When you blink in surprise he elaborates. ``It's the ultimate freedom. You push on the wind the same way you push on the water. The ground falls away from you but you don't sink or fall. You almost can't because you feel so light with your wings catching the air and holding you up. The only difference is, you don't have to hold your breath like you do while swimming; you breathe easily and as you soar above the ground, it's like all your troubles fall away from you as fast as the ground.``
There are no more questions for you to ask. Thanking him for his interview, you leave his room. Perhaps you should meet with one of the other pets here?

What's it like, being an angel?

Very much like Hoshika; which is probably why the two of them got together. He is quiet, somewhat shy and soft spoken. He is built for a quieter, gentler life and has a hard time with strenuous activities. Nevertheless he has a kind of charisma that draws good attention to himself and there`s a quiet fortitude and bravery in the way he faces his problems. Opponents often find they can`t back him down.
He has a nervous habit of grooming his wings and fur with single minded intensity. The more nervous he is, the more intently he focuses on it and the longer his preening takes before his nerves are calmed down. His nervousness is usually more associated with casual interaction than serious situations. On the plus side, he enjoys preening others and also works as a sedative to his nerves. Although an unusual trait for a male (no he`s not gay), he has a good eye for hair/fur/feather styles as well as an interest in dyes that can be used to enhance natural features.