[spoiler = "Sheet"]Name: Roland
Age: 26
Appearance: Since a picture is worth a thousand words:
16 cm from head to tail with a wingspan of 29 cm. Weighs 30 grams.
Species: Used to be human, currently a downy woodpecker.
History: Roland was a skilled and avid hunter, spending much of his time in the woods. He grew up with his mother and grandfather. His parents divorced before he was born and he never knew his father. It was his grandfather, a passionate hunter himself, who taught him how to hunt.
Roland's troubles began when, during a hunting trip with a friend, he accidentally shot him. The man died instantly, having been shot through the eye. Roland lost his hunting license soon after but that didn't stop him, no. The risk of being caught by the authorities only seemed to add to the thrill of the hunt. Roland started to go on longer and longer trips, sometimes disappearing for weeks, and he stopped bringing his kills back home, instead leaving them in the forest to rot.
It was during one of his longest trips four years ago when he met the frail old woman. He had just shot a large buck deep within the heart of the forest, miles away from civilization, and was kneeling over it, inspecting his kill, when he noticed the hag standing nearby.
"One shouldn't kill without meaning," the woman glared at him, milky-white eyes boring into him, "the forest disapproves."
Roland was on his feet instantly, gun in hand. "W-who are you?" he demanded, gripping the gun tightly. Roland wasn't easily scared, having come face to face with numerous beasts, but the old lady made him feel terribly uneasy to say the least.
"Poor little woodpecker. So blind and ignorant," the hag said, not taking her eyes off him.
Wha? She's clearly crazy. Roland thought, trying to shake the uneasy feeling, and slung his rifle over his shoulder. "Listen granny, you better head home before you get hit by a stray bullet." He turned to go, leaving the buck to rot as had become his habit.
"The naughty little woodpecker,
Knocked holes, crumbling the forest,
The angry wood god turned his beak to poison..."
Roland ignored the old woman and kept walking, not looking back. The words seemed to ring in his ears and his limbs started to feel heavy.
"The poor little woodpecker
His nest was poison and his supper too.
He touched his friends and they all died."
The whole world started to spin before the hunter's eyes, sunlight flashing in bright colours from between the leaves and branches.
"Evil little wood pecker,
You made another hole today, the forest is full of holes, I say.
The Angry Wood God put poison in your beak."
Roland barely noticed when his head hit the forest floor. His gun was laying on the ground nearby, useless, his arms to weak to reach it.
"Poor little woodpecker,
Your nest and food are poisoned.
Touch your friends and they all die.
Sad little woodpecker, your poisoned tears shine so brightly."
The world faded into nothingness, the witches last words still echoing in Roland's mind.
Roland had no idea how much time had passed when he woke up, only that he was now in a different part of the forest, much closer to civilization, and that he was now a small bird (a woodpecker as he'd soon found out).
Personality: Roland is easily agitated, especially when in crowded areas. He's also very bold, almost to the point of being foolhardy which, considering that he's but a tiny bird weighing less than 1/20 of a kilo, has caused him to get into quite a bit of trouble. He can be selfish and self-centred at times but he's also very honest and does his best to keep a promise. Hates children.
Reason for travelling?: To find the old hag and get her to turn him back into a human.
Powers:
Flight (4) - Since he's a bird he can fly as well as any other woodpecker and it's his main way of getting around unless his travelling longer distances in which case he prefers to sneak on board of trains or buses.
Speak with other birds (3) - can communicate with other birds as easily as with humans though most birds will be unfamiliar with certain human concepts and the smaller ones tend to be more simple-minded.
Poison (2) - Just like the poem said, his beak is poisonous as is his blood but it takes more than a simple touch for the poison to have any effect. His beak has to penetrate the skin for someone to be poisoned. It's effects are similar to sarin poisoning, only slower, death occurring within an hour for an average human, longer for larger creatures. No living being besides Roland himself is immune to it and Roland knows of no antidote. His blood has the same effect but simply coming into contact with it (like it touching skin) is enough to poison someone. His claws aren't poisoned.
Tracking (3) - Having spent most of his life hunting, he's excellent at tracking creatures in the wild.
Speaking(4) - Can still talk like when he was human. The tone and loudness of his voice remain largely unaffected. He can also sing like a bird if he wants to.
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Fear him!
Edit: fixed a few typos.
Age: 26
Appearance: Since a picture is worth a thousand words:
Species: Used to be human, currently a downy woodpecker.
History: Roland was a skilled and avid hunter, spending much of his time in the woods. He grew up with his mother and grandfather. His parents divorced before he was born and he never knew his father. It was his grandfather, a passionate hunter himself, who taught him how to hunt.
Roland's troubles began when, during a hunting trip with a friend, he accidentally shot him. The man died instantly, having been shot through the eye. Roland lost his hunting license soon after but that didn't stop him, no. The risk of being caught by the authorities only seemed to add to the thrill of the hunt. Roland started to go on longer and longer trips, sometimes disappearing for weeks, and he stopped bringing his kills back home, instead leaving them in the forest to rot.
It was during one of his longest trips four years ago when he met the frail old woman. He had just shot a large buck deep within the heart of the forest, miles away from civilization, and was kneeling over it, inspecting his kill, when he noticed the hag standing nearby.
"One shouldn't kill without meaning," the woman glared at him, milky-white eyes boring into him, "the forest disapproves."
Roland was on his feet instantly, gun in hand. "W-who are you?" he demanded, gripping the gun tightly. Roland wasn't easily scared, having come face to face with numerous beasts, but the old lady made him feel terribly uneasy to say the least.
"Poor little woodpecker. So blind and ignorant," the hag said, not taking her eyes off him.
Wha? She's clearly crazy. Roland thought, trying to shake the uneasy feeling, and slung his rifle over his shoulder. "Listen granny, you better head home before you get hit by a stray bullet." He turned to go, leaving the buck to rot as had become his habit.
"The naughty little woodpecker,
Knocked holes, crumbling the forest,
The angry wood god turned his beak to poison..."
Roland ignored the old woman and kept walking, not looking back. The words seemed to ring in his ears and his limbs started to feel heavy.
"The poor little woodpecker
His nest was poison and his supper too.
He touched his friends and they all died."
The whole world started to spin before the hunter's eyes, sunlight flashing in bright colours from between the leaves and branches.
"Evil little wood pecker,
You made another hole today, the forest is full of holes, I say.
The Angry Wood God put poison in your beak."
Roland barely noticed when his head hit the forest floor. His gun was laying on the ground nearby, useless, his arms to weak to reach it.
"Poor little woodpecker,
Your nest and food are poisoned.
Touch your friends and they all die.
Sad little woodpecker, your poisoned tears shine so brightly."
The world faded into nothingness, the witches last words still echoing in Roland's mind.
Roland had no idea how much time had passed when he woke up, only that he was now in a different part of the forest, much closer to civilization, and that he was now a small bird (a woodpecker as he'd soon found out).
Personality: Roland is easily agitated, especially when in crowded areas. He's also very bold, almost to the point of being foolhardy which, considering that he's but a tiny bird weighing less than 1/20 of a kilo, has caused him to get into quite a bit of trouble. He can be selfish and self-centred at times but he's also very honest and does his best to keep a promise. Hates children.
Reason for travelling?: To find the old hag and get her to turn him back into a human.
Powers:
Flight (4) - Since he's a bird he can fly as well as any other woodpecker and it's his main way of getting around unless his travelling longer distances in which case he prefers to sneak on board of trains or buses.
Speak with other birds (3) - can communicate with other birds as easily as with humans though most birds will be unfamiliar with certain human concepts and the smaller ones tend to be more simple-minded.
Poison (2) - Just like the poem said, his beak is poisonous as is his blood but it takes more than a simple touch for the poison to have any effect. His beak has to penetrate the skin for someone to be poisoned. It's effects are similar to sarin poisoning, only slower, death occurring within an hour for an average human, longer for larger creatures. No living being besides Roland himself is immune to it and Roland knows of no antidote. His blood has the same effect but simply coming into contact with it (like it touching skin) is enough to poison someone. His claws aren't poisoned.
Tracking (3) - Having spent most of his life hunting, he's excellent at tracking creatures in the wild.
Speaking(4) - Can still talk like when he was human. The tone and loudness of his voice remain largely unaffected. He can also sing like a bird if he wants to.
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Fear him!
Edit: fixed a few typos.
