The Angel Irion
Age: 9 years, 8 months, 3 weeks
Born: September 19th, 2009
Adopted: 1 year, 4 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: January 26th, 2018
- Level: 45
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 5
- Health: 8
- HP: 11/8
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Might need a potion to change to an angelic griff. The scientist in this story is Merlins
How he is with Protects- https://youtu.be/EWFXttBlSJI
The Biodiversity Sciences building was quiet at this time of day. Golden light lit up the modern, white washed walls of the early evening as the sun was making its way towards the horizon. Almost everyone had gone home after work but there were still a few scientists, biologist, agriculturists, and other employees puttering around. They were analyzing data, experimenting, or writing out hypotheses; too committed or focused to leave the projects they were working on quite yet.
One woman sat at a counter full of medical and scientific equipment. She was wearing a white lab coat and her glossy brunette hair was pulled back in a messy bun. Brown glasses slid down her nose as she peered into the microscope in front of her. She pulled out a pen from her pocket and began writing on a notepad already full of scribbles and numbers. She was too engrossed in her work to talk to herself but she was very expressive and her thoughts showed on her face.
Right now she was frowning slightly, then squinting, which became a full out scowl, as if she was a fisherman trying to reel in a monster fish that was fighting back and not giving up like it properly should. An angry little hum escaped her lips and she turned around and quickly snatched a vial off of the tidy counter of beakers behind her. She took a pipette and carefully transferred a cc of the liquid onto her slide. The energy she gave off was full of determination. She looked at the slide again. Seemingly satisfied she sat back. She stood up and walked across the room.
Lining the back side of the wall were various machines and incubators. This was her lifeâ€™s work. These were her babies. Finally able to relax she went around and checked on them all, ensuring that they were getting adequate warmth, whether in their amniotic sacs, floating in fluid, or cozy in a shelled egg.
She knew she had to leave soon. It wasnâ€™t safe to be outside after dark. It was hard for her to leave them. They were her babies, the future. Or at least a step in the right direction. Evil creatures had been stalking people more often lately. Dead people had been seen on the streets. It was getting worse and while she hadnâ€™t been comfortable using magic at first, sheâ€™d learned that if she treated it like any other scientific formula she could use it. And they really needed it right now. These babies might not be much to look at today but one day they would be big and strong, magical and intelligent. If the darkness was raising an army against them then surely God wouldnâ€™t mind her stepping in to create an army worthy of fighting back. They were her biggest hope and accomplishment.
She took off her coat, hung it on the rack by the door, and turned off the overhead lights. She left the room, then shut and locked the door behind her. There was a smooth brown stone set into the woodwork on the doorframe and she placed her hand on top of it. She muttered the words for safety and peace and she felt her hand grow warm and a soft orange glow came from the stone and surrounded her hand. A little bit of her energy went with the dissipating light and she walked down the halls. Tomorrow was another day, another chance to fight back.
The cream egg dotted with brown spots had been carefully placed amongst four other eggs already in the nest made of hay and leaves, hidden in a large tree. It was deep in the woods but sunlight lit up the greenery around her work team. It was so hard for her to leave. So many failures, and so many tears, and half the time they never knew what came of the babies. It left her feeling sick but she knew she couldnâ€™t stay.
It was risky to even try this. The creatures were not fond of intruders and preferred solitude. She checked the sleeping spell once more, it was holding. One of the parents was high in the tree, but she couldnâ€™t see it through the branches, the other was off hunting. Her hiking boots crunched over the forest floor as she followed her team back through the woods. She tried not to cry as she passed the tree spray painted with an orange X. It was the border of the spell, once the talisman crossed it would deactivate. No going back. She clenched her hands. She tried not to look at it as she walked by, never breaking stride.
The ground around the old tree was trampled and scuffed up. Loud, angry noises came from the underbrush. Two small bodies came tumbling through the bushes, over a log, and crashed onto the ground in a pile of leaves. They landed clumsily and the one on the bottom scrambled up and the two small creatures glared at each other. One was blue and pink and the other was pink with hints of white. Their tails whipped back and forth angrily, beaks letting out a hiss every now and then, small ears were flat against their heads and their cat-like bodies crouched.
A high pitched kree came out of the sky above them and both only have a secondâ€™s warning before three more tiny griffonetteâ€™s came scampering out of the forest. Itâ€™s all- out battle-time. Ears go up and down as play becomes war becomes play again but trills fill the air more often than growls. Momma comes in to break up the scuffle, nudging and sniffing them, more than one could do with a bath. Her little helper boy sticks close to her side. He also gives once overs to his siblings and nudges feathers back into place, chittering at them lovingly. Heâ€™s a lovely shade of cream with pink at the tips of his feathers.
Heâ€™s always the helper of the family, if not always the peacekeeper. Heâ€™ll dive in to play without a momentâ€™s hesitation but he never takes it too far. If he thinks his siblings are in real danger heâ€™s the first one to the rescue. He puffs up his chest proudly when his momma gives him a little lick for being such a sweet, kind boy. He knows heâ€™s brave too, momma is always coming to help him whenever he gets stuck in a jam trying to save one of his brothers or sisters. He usually doesnâ€™t take much time to think about it, just jumps right in, though heâ€™s trying to get better about it. He flops down and rolls belly up to soak in the sunshine, life was good.
I.) What alignment does your character fall under? Chaotic good
II.) Which side of the story is the character, antagonist or protagonist? protagonist
II.) What color or colors would you use to represent this character? Gold, white, cream, pale pinks.
III.) What relationships currently affect this character? There are a few. The other 4 guardian spirits. They are not always in contact but depend on one another to do their jobs. (not sure what I'm calling them yet.) Also he/she um, not sure on that either..lol.. Will be part of a bigger story in which they will meet up with Iridestra, Mirador, Bespelled, Brightly and a bunch of my other pets. They will be most closely affected by their relationship with Protects. Protects is a lawful good, large gryphon. Alights is small and chaotic. Alights really likes Protects and enjoys hiding under his large wings and chirping playfully at him. Protects is, well, protective, serious and is the more stoic of the two.
IV.) Describe their personality. Birdlike, quick and energetic. Has a mind that is more on the animal side. They can speak but prefer chirping, purring, ect. However they do have inherent wisdom, like the other guardians and feels it in their core to protect the East. Is a positive character, likes having fun and making sure everything is on the up and up. Kind of like a sweet, happy, spastic, tiny, flying cutie-pie.
V.) Describe their perfect safe spot. It's a scraggly crab apple tree on a couple's property. They live in a nice area of old homes and big families who have lived there for generations. Alights likes to sit in the tiny tree knowing that the people are good, making families, living their lives, and the house is well-loved. It brings him peace and makes him feel safe, like they're a part of the family too.
I.) What drives the character to their goal? Well I guess their goal would be to take care of the land they are to watch over. I guess it is in the creature's nature. They do have free will but it would take a large amount of magic/coersion/something to get one of the guardians to crack and turn to the dark side. They are driven by who they are and the trust placed in them to protect.
II.) What is the goal, and has it changed over the course of time? the goal is the same. they do age but very slowly and seem immortal. They can be killed but a new protector will arise when one falls.
II.) Does you character have a heroic flaw, or a fatal flaw? What is it? He is stubborn. Since he is chaotic and not lawful sometimes what he does to keep the peace seems crazy but it usually works. Like all the protectors he is willing to give his life for the cause, however, because he is more animal like, on the fearless side, and very quick thinking, sometimes he dives into a dangerous situation when perhaps the best thing to do would be to find help or wait and watch. This can make things very precarious.
III.) How did this characters goal come to be, how did they know it was their goal? They don't know exactly how they came to be, though the more intelligent ones have an idea. Alights does not know or care, like any other person he just IS. And his goal is inherent, it's a part of his true self. That would be his overall goal. The individual goal in this story line would be to protect the land from evil elves and zombies. He found out about that because Iridestra and other's used magic to summon the four protectors.
IV.) Describe the setting your character originates from. They were created by powerful magics mixed with technology. I've always liked the books where they say oh, this happened centuries ago and now this. Well, I want to explore what happened way back when because so few of the books I like actually do that. I haven't fleshed out all the details because it involves my other pets but basically science meets magic= (almost) immortal creatures that with a mission to protect their quadrant of the world. Alights was biologically engineered with an egg from (his species don't know tht yet) and then placed back with his family to be raised. He has a loving family and siblings that are very happy, typical creatures but went his own way when he got older.
V.) Describe their personality versus their true morals. Sometimes they conflict but more often the personality lends itself to his morals. His personality is energetic, adventurous, positive, social and loveable. Morals are trustworthy, benevolent, ect, good morals.