AdventWings
09-01-06, 09:45 AM
I might as well make one, even though I'd probably end up putting this off as second priority when the Girls are feeling better. Nonetheless, I've always wanted to RP with my own mind and as a character, not as my alternates. Alright, here goes...
Name: Raven Fellis Adventwings
Age: 19 in relative human years.
Race: Felisionne
Sexual Alignment: Male (and thankfully heterosexual)
Height: 6 feet tall
Weight: 143 lbs. roughly
Eyes: Deep Chocolate Brown
Hair: Raven Black
Occupation: Starfighter Pilot - Status: MIA
Appearance: At first glance, the Felisionne would be easily mistakened by anyone on Althanas as "just another furry." To his ire, it was indeed true. Despite the fact that his race was not a native of Althanas, the Felisionne shared many, if not all, characteristics with the local "catpeople" hybrids who inhabit this planet's surface. Still, he took pride in noting that in contrast to relatively little fur the locals have, Raven has a full coat of short black hair covering him from head to toe. His furry black face was the most obvious giveaway when contrasted to the relatively nonexistent "facial fur" the locals seem to lack. His two furry cat ears - both covered in fine black hair, are positioned strategically near the top of his head and can swivel independently of one another - a feature found also among domesticated and feral felines.
Still, the *ahem* "Catboy" would not go out in the street wearing simply his own natural coat. The teen sports a baggy black overcoat over a light grey cotton T-shirt bearing the insignia of his fighter wing: A white wing crossing a yellow comet on a circular light-blue field. The Words "Feris Katena", "Wildcat Squadron" ring the top and bottom field and denotes his fighter wing. The lad wears baggy blue jeans held up by a leather belt with a round iron clasp. Even though the Felisionne still walk bare-feet whenever not in formal ceremony, Raven had gotten comfortable with wearing a locally-made leather moccasin while travelling about on Althanas.
Personality: Upon first landing on the technologically-backwater world, the feline was greatly irritated and moody. However, he had come to terms with living beyond the boundaries of "automated food processors" and "indoor plumbing" for the most part. Despite his training in the military, the teen still thinks like a child and acts as if he was not a single season past his 15th, though in times of peril he quickly throws his acts together and harnesses the mind of an adult.
While he is in a good mood, the lad exhibits unhindered curiosity and playfulness, much to the surprise of his first contacts who took him in. One could say he was "unhinged" during his playtime and enjoys being in the company of another whether or not they truly understood each other.
However, one must avoid getting on his bad side. If angered, Raven will become moody and cynical, making cheap shots as to "blow off steam" or just curl up in a snug bed fot the remainder of the day. The best course of action to counter his detrimental behavior is a single whiff of Catnip - also one of his true weaknesses no matter how badly he tried to fight it.
As with all Felisionne, Raven is prone to boredom when left with little to do and also desires physical closeness with those around him - especially those he deemed as friends. In other words, he needs his daily dose of hugs or else the catboy will fall into depression.
History:
Brief History of the Felisionne
The Felisionne is, in relation to Althanas, an off-worlder and in constant travel. The group Raven's fighter wing belonged to is the "Felisionne Exploration Corp" and had been travelling through space for many hundred years. The entire crew aboard the Battlecruiser "Pride of Felasia" are now descendents of the original explorers and are on a mission to finally return to their Homeworld after hundreds of years wandering through the galaxy.
The Felisionne began as primitive bipedal beings apparently evolved from a feline-like ancestor and have since flourished, their small tribe growing day by day and into the dominant factor on their homeworld within a ten thousand year span. However, the problem that had been building up from the Pre-Stellar age reached its peak when the first "Ark" was finally constructed using the then state-of-the-art ion drives. War broke out among former allies and the homeworld was plunged into madness. After the dust (and the nuclear fallout) settled, the Homeworld was left in ruins. Guilt-ridden, the world leaders of the Felisionne unanimously agreed to send every last living being up into "The Ark" and travel to another planet, seeking a new home for the young race.
"The Ark" has long been thought as a legend though the Felisionne now inhabit many new worlds, many still populated by other pre-sentient races while others were terraformed with the technology developed on board. Most Felisionne, however, have become attached to life in space and remained so up to this day.
Raven's Personal History
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"Feris Eight, acknowledged. What's the news, Mother Cat"
Raven chuckled as his fighter wing's AWACS swore out loud through the comlink, prompting his fellow peers and flight lead to burst out laughing. "Easy there, Meshinov. I was only joking." He apologized with a smirk.
"SzszzWhatzseversz... sszsSeczsundzsLeuizstenanzsztAdvezzsntwingsszz..." The voice disappeared for a moment before returning again, this time a bit easier on the ears. "This is AWACS, callsign Meshinov. Warning! You are straying off course, Feris Eight. Stayon your flight lead!"
Raven sighed and glanced side-long at the Felisionne Valkyrie-class Starfighter off to his left. Sure, his flight path had deviated from the intended formation, but the lad wanted some room to maneuver on his own. At the least, far away enough not to get caught in his lead craft's ion wake.
"Fine, I'll hop back into formation." The black cat replied and navigated his ship back to where he was supposed to be. He was still annoyed and unhappy about what little there was to be done, the entire point of this operation did little to justify the display of power.
The eccentric captain of "Pride of Felasia" wanted to show off the newly modified Valkyries the engineering team had constructed to the guests attending his 65th birthday, boasting his considerably bloated head a bit more than most could comprehend. The fact that Raven thought of this guy as a complete show-off further compounded his angst.
"Hey, don't look so glum, Raven." The pilot of Feris 2 spoke through the comlink. "Just think of it as a little test-drive. I know you like the new toy."
The black feline sighed half-heartedly and smiled, opening the comlink channel to respond. "Thanks for cheering me up, Karen. I'll keep that in mind. Well, hopefully this mission won't have to last too long."
It was supposed to be the easiest mission in the galaxy. Just fly in formation flanking the gigantic battlecruiser for ten minutes before breaking off in a criss-cross airshow before returning to the hangar for post-flight analysis and maintenance. Raven had actually done many flights like this one before, though he felt put-off by this particular sortie. To him, it was a pointless run.
But even the harmless has its claws.
No one knew what happened, but just four minutes into the sortie Feris Katena's engines started shaking and bursted in a flash of whitish light, throwing two of his flight lead out of formation while his craft disappeared from the AWACS radar. No one could confirm his whereabouts and thought him to be dead. Well, almost everyone, that is...
***
Racial Traits
Agility: Due to the extensive weight training during his time onboard the "Pride of Felasia" and as a mamber of the fighter wing, Raven had to go through rigorous exercises that helped to enhance his speed and agility. Compounded with the Felisonne's realtively strong muscles, he is slightly faster than your average Concordian lumberjack though the lad has been known to overcompensate.
Heightened Senses: The feline eyes helped much to see at night, though not by a wide margin. At most, he could see things a bit clearer than your average Joe but to say he has nightvision would be an overstatement.
His sense of smell is also note-worthy. It is as sensitive as a wild canine though that also meant he is prone to have allergies with wildflower pollen going up his nose. Ground pepper is just torture to the poor boy.
Acrobatics: Being of feline heritage does have its perks. He can jump about two feet higher than a man his size and can do simple acrobatic tricks i.e., half-twists, backflips and an impressive no-hand cartwheel. The local acrobats stil leaves him in the dust when it actually comes down to it.
Catnip: A weakness to all Felisionne. The scent of this plant drives him crazy with excitement and leaves him exhausted when the effect finally wears off.
Clothing
As stated in Appearance, as well as his undergarments. And a pink ribbon given to him by the pilot of Feris Katena 2. He keeps the ribbon inside his jean pockets for most of the time, though.
Weapons
A simple steel switchknife that flips out when enough pressure is applied to the grip. The slender, 6-inch blade is housed in its equally long case inside the leather-bound grip. He has two of these and one is kept inside each of his jacket sleeves.
There is also the naturally sharp claw of the Felisionne. No doubt about it, the claws are no different compared to a common housecat. Still, it would hurt like hell to be scratched by one.
Skills
Raven has some training in hand-to-hand combat, mostly in bare-knuckle boxing though there is a lot of room for improvement. He fights like a rookie lightweight, to quote his training instructor. He also has some skills with knife-fighting but he is more likely to cut himself than actually out-knifing a brigand armed with a longsword.
Equipment
ComPad: A communication device shaped similar to today's mobile phone. It can only link to the Felisionne Battlecruiser or a nearby starfighter.
Name: Raven Fellis Adventwings
Age: 19 in relative human years.
Race: Felisionne
Sexual Alignment: Male (and thankfully heterosexual)
Height: 6 feet tall
Weight: 143 lbs. roughly
Eyes: Deep Chocolate Brown
Hair: Raven Black
Occupation: Starfighter Pilot - Status: MIA
Appearance: At first glance, the Felisionne would be easily mistakened by anyone on Althanas as "just another furry." To his ire, it was indeed true. Despite the fact that his race was not a native of Althanas, the Felisionne shared many, if not all, characteristics with the local "catpeople" hybrids who inhabit this planet's surface. Still, he took pride in noting that in contrast to relatively little fur the locals have, Raven has a full coat of short black hair covering him from head to toe. His furry black face was the most obvious giveaway when contrasted to the relatively nonexistent "facial fur" the locals seem to lack. His two furry cat ears - both covered in fine black hair, are positioned strategically near the top of his head and can swivel independently of one another - a feature found also among domesticated and feral felines.
Still, the *ahem* "Catboy" would not go out in the street wearing simply his own natural coat. The teen sports a baggy black overcoat over a light grey cotton T-shirt bearing the insignia of his fighter wing: A white wing crossing a yellow comet on a circular light-blue field. The Words "Feris Katena", "Wildcat Squadron" ring the top and bottom field and denotes his fighter wing. The lad wears baggy blue jeans held up by a leather belt with a round iron clasp. Even though the Felisionne still walk bare-feet whenever not in formal ceremony, Raven had gotten comfortable with wearing a locally-made leather moccasin while travelling about on Althanas.
Personality: Upon first landing on the technologically-backwater world, the feline was greatly irritated and moody. However, he had come to terms with living beyond the boundaries of "automated food processors" and "indoor plumbing" for the most part. Despite his training in the military, the teen still thinks like a child and acts as if he was not a single season past his 15th, though in times of peril he quickly throws his acts together and harnesses the mind of an adult.
While he is in a good mood, the lad exhibits unhindered curiosity and playfulness, much to the surprise of his first contacts who took him in. One could say he was "unhinged" during his playtime and enjoys being in the company of another whether or not they truly understood each other.
However, one must avoid getting on his bad side. If angered, Raven will become moody and cynical, making cheap shots as to "blow off steam" or just curl up in a snug bed fot the remainder of the day. The best course of action to counter his detrimental behavior is a single whiff of Catnip - also one of his true weaknesses no matter how badly he tried to fight it.
As with all Felisionne, Raven is prone to boredom when left with little to do and also desires physical closeness with those around him - especially those he deemed as friends. In other words, he needs his daily dose of hugs or else the catboy will fall into depression.
History:
Brief History of the Felisionne
The Felisionne is, in relation to Althanas, an off-worlder and in constant travel. The group Raven's fighter wing belonged to is the "Felisionne Exploration Corp" and had been travelling through space for many hundred years. The entire crew aboard the Battlecruiser "Pride of Felasia" are now descendents of the original explorers and are on a mission to finally return to their Homeworld after hundreds of years wandering through the galaxy.
The Felisionne began as primitive bipedal beings apparently evolved from a feline-like ancestor and have since flourished, their small tribe growing day by day and into the dominant factor on their homeworld within a ten thousand year span. However, the problem that had been building up from the Pre-Stellar age reached its peak when the first "Ark" was finally constructed using the then state-of-the-art ion drives. War broke out among former allies and the homeworld was plunged into madness. After the dust (and the nuclear fallout) settled, the Homeworld was left in ruins. Guilt-ridden, the world leaders of the Felisionne unanimously agreed to send every last living being up into "The Ark" and travel to another planet, seeking a new home for the young race.
"The Ark" has long been thought as a legend though the Felisionne now inhabit many new worlds, many still populated by other pre-sentient races while others were terraformed with the technology developed on board. Most Felisionne, however, have become attached to life in space and remained so up to this day.
Raven's Personal History
SzzComeinszsZSFerisSzEightZzszOverS
"Feris Eight, acknowledged. What's the news, Mother Cat"
Raven chuckled as his fighter wing's AWACS swore out loud through the comlink, prompting his fellow peers and flight lead to burst out laughing. "Easy there, Meshinov. I was only joking." He apologized with a smirk.
"SzszzWhatzseversz... sszsSeczsundzsLeuizstenanzsztAdvezzsntwingsszz..." The voice disappeared for a moment before returning again, this time a bit easier on the ears. "This is AWACS, callsign Meshinov. Warning! You are straying off course, Feris Eight. Stayon your flight lead!"
Raven sighed and glanced side-long at the Felisionne Valkyrie-class Starfighter off to his left. Sure, his flight path had deviated from the intended formation, but the lad wanted some room to maneuver on his own. At the least, far away enough not to get caught in his lead craft's ion wake.
"Fine, I'll hop back into formation." The black cat replied and navigated his ship back to where he was supposed to be. He was still annoyed and unhappy about what little there was to be done, the entire point of this operation did little to justify the display of power.
The eccentric captain of "Pride of Felasia" wanted to show off the newly modified Valkyries the engineering team had constructed to the guests attending his 65th birthday, boasting his considerably bloated head a bit more than most could comprehend. The fact that Raven thought of this guy as a complete show-off further compounded his angst.
"Hey, don't look so glum, Raven." The pilot of Feris 2 spoke through the comlink. "Just think of it as a little test-drive. I know you like the new toy."
The black feline sighed half-heartedly and smiled, opening the comlink channel to respond. "Thanks for cheering me up, Karen. I'll keep that in mind. Well, hopefully this mission won't have to last too long."
It was supposed to be the easiest mission in the galaxy. Just fly in formation flanking the gigantic battlecruiser for ten minutes before breaking off in a criss-cross airshow before returning to the hangar for post-flight analysis and maintenance. Raven had actually done many flights like this one before, though he felt put-off by this particular sortie. To him, it was a pointless run.
But even the harmless has its claws.
No one knew what happened, but just four minutes into the sortie Feris Katena's engines started shaking and bursted in a flash of whitish light, throwing two of his flight lead out of formation while his craft disappeared from the AWACS radar. No one could confirm his whereabouts and thought him to be dead. Well, almost everyone, that is...
***
Racial Traits
Agility: Due to the extensive weight training during his time onboard the "Pride of Felasia" and as a mamber of the fighter wing, Raven had to go through rigorous exercises that helped to enhance his speed and agility. Compounded with the Felisonne's realtively strong muscles, he is slightly faster than your average Concordian lumberjack though the lad has been known to overcompensate.
Heightened Senses: The feline eyes helped much to see at night, though not by a wide margin. At most, he could see things a bit clearer than your average Joe but to say he has nightvision would be an overstatement.
His sense of smell is also note-worthy. It is as sensitive as a wild canine though that also meant he is prone to have allergies with wildflower pollen going up his nose. Ground pepper is just torture to the poor boy.
Acrobatics: Being of feline heritage does have its perks. He can jump about two feet higher than a man his size and can do simple acrobatic tricks i.e., half-twists, backflips and an impressive no-hand cartwheel. The local acrobats stil leaves him in the dust when it actually comes down to it.
Catnip: A weakness to all Felisionne. The scent of this plant drives him crazy with excitement and leaves him exhausted when the effect finally wears off.
Clothing
As stated in Appearance, as well as his undergarments. And a pink ribbon given to him by the pilot of Feris Katena 2. He keeps the ribbon inside his jean pockets for most of the time, though.
Weapons
A simple steel switchknife that flips out when enough pressure is applied to the grip. The slender, 6-inch blade is housed in its equally long case inside the leather-bound grip. He has two of these and one is kept inside each of his jacket sleeves.
There is also the naturally sharp claw of the Felisionne. No doubt about it, the claws are no different compared to a common housecat. Still, it would hurt like hell to be scratched by one.
Skills
Raven has some training in hand-to-hand combat, mostly in bare-knuckle boxing though there is a lot of room for improvement. He fights like a rookie lightweight, to quote his training instructor. He also has some skills with knife-fighting but he is more likely to cut himself than actually out-knifing a brigand armed with a longsword.
Equipment
ComPad: A communication device shaped similar to today's mobile phone. It can only link to the Felisionne Battlecruiser or a nearby starfighter.