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Owner: Silencer Wolf
Name: Dawyck
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Hatch Date: August 14
Profession: Watcher
Desired Lineart: Base adult male? Or any suitable lineart. Oh, and colored lines please (:
Trait(s): None in mind, but feel free to add any
Base Color Type: Wildtype
Detailed Marking Description: None in mind; you decide
Eyes: Gold/default
Beak: Up to colorist
Talons: Up to colorist
Feather Dye: None in mind, just plain and simple
Accessories: None in mind
Companion: None in mind
References: n/a

Estimated price: I have no idea o_o
Estimated complexity: 1-3


Part I – The Sentinel

Player: Silencer Wolf
Name: Dawyck
Nicknames: none
Species: Sentinel of Noctua
Age: Adult
Hatch Date: August 14
Type: Wildtype
Task: Watcher
Personality: Dawyck is happiest when working for others, be it running personal favours, passing messages, keeping an eye on wayward fledglings, being a personal bodyguard to paranoid sentinels, or any of those odd and under-appreciated jobs no one else wanted to do. Humble and complaisant, Dawyck lives to please.

Dawyck takes his job as a Watcher seriously and is in fact fully-trained to be ready for battle. He is frightening when in combat, a sharp contrast to his usual self. This is the reason he still hasn't been ousted from his territory, situated to be close to where there are many activities, in case he is ever needed to help out.

History: From a young age Dawyck has always been eager to be helpful in whatever situation he was in. He was raised in a loving family, but spent much time with Minders as well; part of his parent's plans to incorporate a sense of attachment to the Clan as a whole. To their delight Dawyck was more that pleased with the arrangement.

Some Minders may remember him as the eager fledgling who was always ready to help with everything from minding eggs and hatchlings to helping to clean out the nest-site.
Territory: A pair of trees in Deep Woods, between the Swift Cold River and the Clearing.
Mate: none
Companions: none
Certificate: n/a

Owner: surreality
Name: Spruce
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Hatch Date: in November sometime
Profession: Apothecary
Desired Lineart: regular male, with colored lines and textured feathers *_*
Trait(s): stubby ear tufts!
Base Color Type: Deepwoods
Detailed Marking Description: See reference
Eyes: Deep teal/turquoise
Beak: Gray
Talons: Gray
Feather Dye: See reference
Accessories: None
Companion: Surprise me with good apothecary helping critters that match him!
References:


Estimated price: 300-500k? I'm terrible at estimating.
Estimated complexity: UM UM I DON'T KNOW 7?! ;_;

Owner: Scaramouche Fandango
Name: Jack-In-The-Pulpit
Gender: Lady!
Age: Adult
Hatch Date: 5 November
Profession: Crafter
Desired Lineart: Regular female lineart
Base Color Type: Deep Woods
Detailed Marking Description: Mostly a mottled dark brown with some pale, cool brown flecks on her shoulders and face (on the face, they should look a bit like freckles). The tips of her pinions are barred with the same pale brown. Her stomach is a pale eggshell/off-white color, and her chest spots are very dark.
Eyes: Gold
Beak: A sort of goldish-brown
Talons: Same as beak
Feather Dye: The underside of her tail has thin white stripes on it, like the flower she's named after. Also, would it be allowable for her talons to be a bit bloody?
Accessories: A pouch with the fur left on it; this fur came from some light-grey animal
Companion: Two Mus; see the companions section. Both are dyed to look like her.
References: Stripes like this on the underside of her tail

Estimated price: 75-100K?
Estimated complexity: 6

Part I - The Sentinel

Player: Scaramouche Fandango
Name: Jack-In-The-Pulpit
Nicknames: Jack
Species: Sentinel of Noctua
Age: Adult
Hatch Date:5 November
Type: Deep Woods
Task: Crafter
Personality: Jack is a stubborn lady, that she is, and often very contrary. Her parents were gentle souls, both Mus keepers, who viewed the need to cull their stock as mistakes on their part, and believed in honoring the forest by taking only what prey their family needed to survive, with as much of their diets consisting of plants or scavenged meat as possibly. So, naturally, their daughter became a bloodthirsty huntress. She has a passion for her work, no matter what it is, that is all-consuming. Other Sentinels tend to find her obsessive nature either impressive or irritating. Her parents, while never turning any eggs over to the Minders, were very strict about honoring and being loyal to the Clan above all else. This has read to a rather typist outlook, which manifests itself as pity towards Ghosts (they’re not really one thing or the other, are they?), Shadows (can’t even deal with living in all our wonderful forest...) and Mists (what good are white feathers in the dark?) and a somewhat grudging respect towards Wildtypes for their overall hardiness and size (They’re big fellows. Strong, too. But isn’t the Brigadier himself one of us?). She is quite thankful thankful that she’s Deep Woods, for they are an admirable race, and she points out occasional advantages to being smaller. She’s horribly afraid of genetic aberrants and is not afraid to fly away from them if she can see an obvious one coming, as she is utterly convinced that they are contagious. She’s never nasty to them, though- she simply doesn’t talk to them. She will talk freely and quite happily to the lesser types, because they can still contribute to the Clan, and pitying them makes her feel good about her own high breeding. Other than her breeding, she is not a vain Sentinel, preferring to fine-tune her work than her appearance.
History: Jack was born to a family of Mus breeders, the oldest of five children and the only one in her clutch. She was a difficult fledgling to raise, and grew up openly rebellious towards her parents’ profession. Although they hinted heavily that they wanted her to join their trade when she grew up and one day inherit their stock, she couldn’t stand the idea of keeping rodents. She never openly bad-mouthed her parents’ profession, but she never really liked that many Mus running around. One or two were all right, even useful sometimes, but any more than three was overkill. Jack avoided dealing with the Mus pretty much entirely, until she was older and helped her parents with the culling. However, the Mus did have a bit of a use during the winters... It felt nice, cuddling with her parents' stock of Mus during the chilly weather, their furry bodies keeping her warm. Immediately after graduation, she entered into her chosen task as a hunter and moved as far away from her parents as she could, duty to the Clan as her excuse. Granted, this was in the middle of the Cold region, but her rebellious streak kept her there, shivering through the cold days as she slept, occasionally snuggling up to one of her string of Mus companions. The tiny bodies didn’t do much good, but it made her think. If Mus felt good at night all those seasons ago, why not a polecat? She began preparing her kills before turning them in, saving and storing the skins of the carcasses in the hopes of getting a workable hide with the fur still on it. Her initial forays were utter disasters. The scraps of sinew left on the skins would rot and stink, and the skin would deteriorate after a while, leaving her with clumps of stinky, matted fur. Briefly disheartened, she decided to steel her resolve and learn the proper way to preserve skins. Somebody had to know how to do it, and after some long question-and-answer sessions with a local Crafter, she managed to put together a stretching frame and create soft, workable skins. Granted there were a few problems- if they got soaked, they tended to shrink, but that could be taken care of by stretching them, and when she began to make bags with them, a mold carved from a block of wood kept them from shriveling too much. At first, the pouches she made were rather ugly, with gap-toothed stitches that often did not hold together well, unsuitable for any use other than warming your talons at night if they got cold. She’d never learned to sew; after all, she was originally a Hunter, not a Crafter, But sometimes sheer stubbornness can win out over a lack of talent, and thus was the case of Jack. After a few months, she was regularly turning out furry pouches that served not only as functioning carriers for anything you wanted to put in them, but they could also help keep you warm! An artisan could dye them more quickly and with more complicated patterns than they could a leather pouch, for the vain Sentinel, and they were wonderful for small Companions who had issues weathering the cold. They also made great talon-warmers, and you could line your nest with your old, worn-out ones. For a while, she double-timed her hunting and crafting, but when orders kept pouring in, she found it difficult to keep up and became a sustenance hunter who spends her time crafting for the Clan.
Territory: A few pine trees in the cold region
Mate: None
Companions: Yes


Part II - Companions

Name: Jude
Species: Mus
Age: Almost older
Speech Ability: 5
Intelligence: 5
Skill:While most of her Mus have only lasted a short time as they’ve often gotten eaten accidentally by her prey because she was using them as bait, Jude's really, really, really good at finding dropped needles. She’s made sure that nothing bad happens to him.

Name: Rigby
Species: Mus
Age: Young
Speech Ability: 5
Intelligence: 4
Skill: Skill: It's a nasty job, and it's kinda difficult for a Sentinel do to it without a very precise will, but Mus hands are just fine for rubbing brains into skins to cure them. Jack is not as fond of Rigby as she is of Jude, but he'll do.

Owner: Xiao Ling
Name: Brindlewood
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Hatch Date: 29 February
Profession: Crafter
Desired Lineart: Alternate (neutral, with a gleeful eye/expression)
Trait(s): -none-
Base Color Type: Shadow
Detailed Marking Description: Dark blue brindles on the wings and feet. Dark blue face marking. See reference picture
Eyes: Gold (default)
Beak: Black
Talons: Black
Feather Dye: -none-
Accessories: -none-
Companion: -none-
References: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v69/Thelegendarysuicune/Reference/crafter.jpg

Estimated price: ?
Estimated complexity: 3

Part I - The Sentinel

Player: Xiao Ling
Name: Brindlewood
Nicknames: none
Species: Sentinel of Noctua
Age: Adult
Hatch Date: 29 February
Type: Shadow
Task: Crafter
Personality: Brindlewood is of a cheerful demeanor. There is nothing she likes better than being buried in her work, and thus is always busy coming with new things to craft. She is extremely dedicated to her work and her items range from practical items to those for purely decorative purposes. Although the Shadow tries not to limit the materials she works with, it is clear that soft metals are her strong points.
While Brindlewood might seem personable at first glance, those who know her better would gladly point out a bad habit of hers - the Crafter has the tendency to borrow things, be them tools or other things, and rarely returns it. When approached, reasons include short-term memory loss, lack of time, distances and all sorts of excuses she could come up with at the spot; sometimes some of these can be rather comical, especially when she is currently working on a project.
History: There is nothing spectacular about Brindlewood's past. She was raised by a pair of loving parents, both Crafters. Her love of crafting stemmed from spending long hours at her mothers workshop while her father stopped crafting and took on the role of a temporary Hunter.
Territory: One tree at the northwest of the Deep Woods, near Swift Open River. Her parents live a few trees away, and they visit each other every other night
Mate: None
Companions: None

Should have enough for this again...

Owner: Annchen
Name: Cloudberry
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Hatch Date: After the spring breeding season / any
Profession: Forester
Desired Lineart: Regular male or standing male
Trait(s): Short tufts or frayed tufts, whatever looks best. (One, not both.)
Base Color Type: Mist
Detailed Marking Description: Something that works with whatever dye idea you decide to run with. As far as markings go I like freckles, but I'm not picky.
Eyes: Orange (like a cloudberry) if that wouldn't look wierd, otherwise just the normal gold.
Beak: matching base type
Talons: matching base type
Feather Dye: Something tree-inspired that'll not look ugly even if he has waded in bird crap recently (perhaps something that would camouflage yucky stains until he can clean off?). I was thinking a bark like structure on his legs and/or lower belly perhaps. No full body dye job and nothing too flashy.
Accessories: None
Companion: None
References: Eyecolour: http://www.de-wall.nl/lapland/cloudberry.jpg
Inspiration for dye, but feel free to do something else with the idea: http://www.photoready.co.uk/texture/tree-bark-texture.html
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bark_of_Larix_decidua.jpg
http://www.myra.nu/bjorkstam.html

Estimated price: 100k+?
Estimated complexity: 3-4


Part I – The Sentinel

Player: Annchen
Name: Cloudberry
Nicknames:
Species: Sentinel of Noctua
Age: Adult
Hatch Date: After the spring breeding season
Type: ...I haven't decided yet...
Task: Forester
Personality: First and foremost, Cloudberry really likes trees. He has always felt a certain kind of respect and perhaps even love towards the silent giants that give all Sentinels their home. He usually talks to his trees while he's working, and he likes to think that they appreciate the gesture even if they don't talk back.

Cloudberry tends to talk slowly and is rarely seen in a hurry over anything. What is there to hurry about anyway? The trees are not going anywhere soon and every part of his task deserves to be handled with proper care and dedication. This will cause some to dismiss him as being a bit slow in the head too, but they couldn't be further from the truth. Berry likes to think before he talks or acts, that's all, and if he hasn’t got anything useful to say he'd rather keep his beak shut.

In case of emergency Cloudberry usually stays calm, and is often the one shouting orders when less level headed Sentinels panic. Whenever the Forester is seen flying at breakneck speed through the forest there's probably at least a fire somewhere... Don't ask stupid questions, either follow him and help if you can or fly as quickly as you can in the opposite direction.

It's not easy to anger him, but he is frightening when he works up a temper and if you want to stay on his good side you better not break any branches or scratch your perch too deeply.

This is a Sentinel who does not have many friends, and he has yet to find a mate, but it isn't the tree-obsession or the slow personality that drives potential mates and friends away. It's the smell. A lot of Cloudberry's work involves moving Sentinel waste from territories in Deep Woods and the smell tends to follow him home. It's not bothering him anymore, but even his close friends avoid sitting downwind.

History: Berry was raised in a Minder enclave in the colder parts of Noctua and was rotated among several different Minders during his upbringing. Because of this he doesn't really understand how some Sentinels can even consider valuing family higher than the Clan. You pick a mate in order to raise healthy chicks for the betterment of the Clan, not to form a clan within the Clan.

As a young fledgling he didn't need a lot to stay happy, and the Minders soon figured out that they could just stick him in a nest where he could see a waving branch or close to a tree trunk with interesting patterns in the bark and he’d stay put and entertain himself. He used to think about one particular tree as his special Minder and friend. It was a safe haven to retreat to when rowdier fledglings bothered him, and he sometimes came back to "visit" it when he got older.

It made sense to his Minders and Teachers to introduce the young Cloudberry to a few Foresters, and since he liked what they did he chose that path in life.

After several seasons as a Forester he's seen his fair share of healthy, sick and wounded trees, but he is still learning new things about them every day.

Territory: He's assigned one tree to live in and a fairly big area to take care of in Deep Woods.

Mate: None
Companions: None