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Minion the Bookmark
Buho
Legacy Name: Buho
The
Darkmatter LainOwner:
VaanAge: 12 years, 8 months, 1 week
Born: August 16th, 2011
Adopted: 12 years, 8 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: August 16th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 83
- Strength: 100
- Defense: 30
- Speed: 10
- Health: 17
- HP: 17/17
- Intelligence: 246
- Books Read: 245
- Food Eaten: 2
- Job: Head of Operations
Vaan:
An owl I adopted some time ago.
It wasn't a parrot, but he was alone. I thought he has no family, so I'm his family now. Well, me and all the tripulation of the Golden Pepper.
Full name: Buho (owl in Spanish)
Age: 2
Birthday: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Bird (owl)
Nationality: -
Occupation: -
Family: Vaan (owner)
Physical description:
Personality:
Likes: books, reading, rats, mice
Dislikes: noise
Other:
Story:
It was mid-Autumn the day the captain met the owl. He had just decided to take a day off from piloting his airship, the Golden Pepper, and take a walk to enjoy the cooling weather. He was expecting another pleasant day--what he was not expecting was an owl, small and hooting piteously, at the side of the road. It had strange colorings, dark with almost opal qualities, as the light seemed to reflect off of the bird in odd ways. He almost kept walking, but stopped; here was a creature, just like he had once been, without a home or family or anyone to turn to. Should he turn away from the plight of a kindred spirit? So he picked up the bird, placed it inside of his coat jacket, and set off back towards his ship.
He had one crew member who had once kept a parrot and knew something about bird anatomy, and so he left the owl with him once he returned and went about his daily captain duties. He had just finished checking with the First Mate about the current state of the cannons and ammunition when the bird doctor called him back to his room. The owl was perfectly fine, he said, but he had one problem: one of his wings was smaller than the other, probably the result of malnutrition, or maybe even just a mutation when it was a young creature. The owl looked up at the captain with large white eyes and hooted softly, and the captain's heart softened.
"I think I'm going to keep him."
The vet tried to talk him out of it--the bird was too small, not able to fly, too creepy, it didn't belong on an airship--but the captain wouldn't take no for an answer. He kept the bird on his shoulder. At first, it fell all over the place, as it had not yet mastered the art of balancing, but over time it learned to lean on him for support. When the captain would read over his documents and books late at night, the owl would lean farther over his shoulder or sit on the desk and rooster its head at the writing, almost as if it understood. It seemed to greatly enjoy this part of their nights; the captain saw no harm in it, and thus let the strange creature continue.
Many months went by, and the poor crippled owl became a part of the Golden Pepper family. He was present at mealtimes and ship meetings, and, of course, always on the captain's shoulder. But, no matter how often the crew tried to come up with a name for the bird, they could never agree. One mealtime, during a conversation about just that issue, one crew member stood up. The others quieted (although only slightly, for ship crews are always noisy).
"I say we just name him Buho," he proposed. "It means 'owl' in Spanish. Can't get much simpler than that."
The rest of the crew looked around, checking for any disagreement from their neighbors, but they all seemed to be in agreement: Buho seemed a fine name. And so, from then on, that is what the owl was called, and he spent the rest of his days perched on his captain's shoulder reading books and hooting happily.
Written by User not found: tobilollipop
An owl I adopted some time ago.
It wasn't a parrot, but he was alone. I thought he has no family, so I'm his family now. Well, me and all the tripulation of the Golden Pepper.
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Full name: Buho (owl in Spanish)
Age: 2
Birthday: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Bird (owl)
Nationality: -
Occupation: -
Family: Vaan (owner)
Physical description:
Personality:
Likes: books, reading, rats, mice
Dislikes: noise
Other:
Story:
It was mid-Autumn the day the captain met the owl. He had just decided to take a day off from piloting his airship, the Golden Pepper, and take a walk to enjoy the cooling weather. He was expecting another pleasant day--what he was not expecting was an owl, small and hooting piteously, at the side of the road. It had strange colorings, dark with almost opal qualities, as the light seemed to reflect off of the bird in odd ways. He almost kept walking, but stopped; here was a creature, just like he had once been, without a home or family or anyone to turn to. Should he turn away from the plight of a kindred spirit? So he picked up the bird, placed it inside of his coat jacket, and set off back towards his ship.
He had one crew member who had once kept a parrot and knew something about bird anatomy, and so he left the owl with him once he returned and went about his daily captain duties. He had just finished checking with the First Mate about the current state of the cannons and ammunition when the bird doctor called him back to his room. The owl was perfectly fine, he said, but he had one problem: one of his wings was smaller than the other, probably the result of malnutrition, or maybe even just a mutation when it was a young creature. The owl looked up at the captain with large white eyes and hooted softly, and the captain's heart softened.
"I think I'm going to keep him."
The vet tried to talk him out of it--the bird was too small, not able to fly, too creepy, it didn't belong on an airship--but the captain wouldn't take no for an answer. He kept the bird on his shoulder. At first, it fell all over the place, as it had not yet mastered the art of balancing, but over time it learned to lean on him for support. When the captain would read over his documents and books late at night, the owl would lean farther over his shoulder or sit on the desk and rooster its head at the writing, almost as if it understood. It seemed to greatly enjoy this part of their nights; the captain saw no harm in it, and thus let the strange creature continue.
Many months went by, and the poor crippled owl became a part of the Golden Pepper family. He was present at mealtimes and ship meetings, and, of course, always on the captain's shoulder. But, no matter how often the crew tried to come up with a name for the bird, they could never agree. One mealtime, during a conversation about just that issue, one crew member stood up. The others quieted (although only slightly, for ship crews are always noisy).
"I say we just name him Buho," he proposed. "It means 'owl' in Spanish. Can't get much simpler than that."
The rest of the crew looked around, checking for any disagreement from their neighbors, but they all seemed to be in agreement: Buho seemed a fine name. And so, from then on, that is what the owl was called, and he spent the rest of his days perched on his captain's shoulder reading books and hooting happily.
Written by User not found: tobilollipop