IVAAN ; african penguin [male]

[[ E ]PHEMERAL]

IVAAN
[ Just shoot for the s t a r s ]
^ If it feels right

[ And aim for my h e a r t ]
^If you feel like

NAME • Ivaan
SPECIES • penguin
BREED • African penguin
AGE • four years
GENDER • male
SEXUALITY • straight as a circle


PERSONALITY •

Ivaan is a very bold character, quick to speak his mind, usually without thinking. Sure, what he has to say might not be exactly what you want to hear, but at least he's honest and confident enough to not lie or try to dance around it... right? He's loyal to a fault, so long as you don't do something to sever the trust he has for you. He's a fiery little penguin, besides that, and is apt to picking fights, often getting himself into situations with penguins much larger than himself. He has a will of steel, and would rather die than give up, even if it will kill him. He's headstrong, and once he gets an idea, he will make sure he carries it through until the end.

LIKES • listeners, water, fish, groups, those who are strong but not assertive, mild weather
DISLIKES • stubbornness, being challenged, most females, flying birds, anyone too much like himself, silence, nighttime, know-it-alls
WEAKNESSES • reckless, stubborn, small, clumsy on land
STRENGTHS • bold, a fighter, speaks his mind, great swimmer
FEARS • sharks and being alone

APPEARANCE •

Ivaan is your typical African penguin. He’s black and white, with flippers instead of wings. His feathers are oily and slick, aiding him in the water. His two main colors are the usual for a penguin; black and white. His back is mainly black while his belly is predominantly white, although he has a black stripe down his flank and across his chest, and little black speckles on his belly. They’re larger and there’s more of them than there usually is on an African penguin, making him seem more black overall. His face is black, including the area beneath the beak, and the black continues over his head in a dorsal-stripe fashion, eventually spreading into the black that takes over his whole back. His beak is long and good for catching fish, with a ring around the end. His feet are black and webbed, not to mention a bit stockier than most birds’.

PLUMAGE COLOR • black and white, with a patch of pink of skin above the eye
EYE COLOR • black
HEIGHT • twenty-three and a half inches
WEIGHT • six and a half pounds
BUILD • Ivaan’s a bit shorter and stockier than most African penguins, but what he lacks in height he makes up for in personality
SCARS? • one, right above his tail
MARKINGS • nothing abnormal for an African penguin, except for his larger and more-numerable belly spots

HISTORY •

Hatched to a pair of loving parents, Ivaan definitely did not have a bad nest life. In fact, his history is rather dull, consisting of a normal family and chickhood. He was raised and cared for lovingly, but was also punished for his bad deeds (which usually did not deter him anyway). He usually hung out with noisy friends, often the ring-leader of whatever little groups he managed to patch together. As long as he didn't dislike you, he'd easily consider you a friend. Eventually, when all his friends started becoming interested in girl penguins, he noticed he wasn't. He'd always thought that the girls were too prissy and whiny, and generally disliked them as a whole. In fact, while his groupmates were busy courting females, he found himself interested in members of his own sex. This didn't bother him, however; he just went with it.

The only problem was trying to find someone who felt the same way. It didn't deter him from trying, but it sure was a hindrance. Then, one day, he met Frederick, a tall, quiet, and rather serious African penguin. It just so happened that he was the offspring of the well-known leaders of the penguin colony... and he was gay. But, once again, Ivaan hit a roadblock; Frederick was in denial, sure that he could change, that he was just going through a phase, that he was just kidding himself. Anything to not be... himself. Finding this whole notion sort of ridiculous, Ivaan decided to help his new friend through his problem of denial, and they grew close. Very close. Close enough that they became mates, to the point where Ivaan rarely ever leaves Frederick's side.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE •

His eyes were a striking shade of violet, which was the first thing she noticed when he turned his patched-together face up to look at her. The sight of her, soulless, silver and pupiless orbs gleaming above his head seemed to frighten him, strike anxiety into the heart beating within his ribcage. Instead, she watched with solemn interest as his gaze traveled along her, taking in the roughened, torn patches of skin and sparse growths of long, auburn fur.

For a moment, the thought of just ending this pitiful creature's misery seemed an appealing idea. His patchwork frame could really use the rest, and her own changing mind could really use the fun. But she'd done that too often, and honestly she didn't see the appeal. Killing was killing. Just something that happened. It wasn't a game, really, unless she decided to make it one. And even when she did, it was sub-par at best.

But, then again, she could get away with it. In such a poor shape, this male could hardly hope to defend himself, and no one was near enough to hear his agonized screams as she struck him down with the wicked, curved beak sewn onto her face. His blood would stain the ground in vivid hues of scarlet before even the scavengers caught the scent of death coming to claim His victim.

As if trying to plead for his pitiful existence, the dirty, golden-brown male conjured terrible wheezes, as if his lungs were withering away to nothingness inside of him. Ephemeral watched his pleading eyes with an emotionless stare, features changing only briefly as she blinked indifferently. Then she stepped away, turning her body halfway as she went. Her tail curled neatly up, the long fur resting gently across her back. She gazed down at him, calmly, patiently, expectantly.

She'd play the part of the helper, the healer, the savior this time. Except, this form was too little to ever hope to carry this male's weight, still probably greater than her own despite his appearance of emaciation. In order for her to help him, he'd first have to help himself.

[GREYtheFLAILER]

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