Bird | |
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In-Game Name | Bird (or a variant thereof if necessary due to naming rules) |
Nicknames | Coolest Guy Ever [TM] |
Age(Ascension/Current) | 27/32 |
Gender | Male |
Race | Asmodian |
Server | Lumiel |
Class | Chanter |
Legion | Corvo Tempesta |
Appearance[]
Very tall, very lanky, with big feet, green skin, and a somewhat haughty looking expression. Never without his Glasses Of Cool [TM], and often in vibrant, flattering clothes.
Personality[]
With a flair for the dramatic and an immaculate sense for fashion, Bird often seems rather flamboyant. The way he hits on every even decent looking man however, is better described as brash, relentless, loud, obnoxious and just plain bad. When he is not spurting sleazy pick up lines, he exhibits a great appreciation for many fine arts and many harsh sports alike, his free time equally divided between visiting cultural events in Vanahal and cheering for his favourites in the arenas of Asmodae. Despite such wildly varying hobbies, Bird is not as flighty (hurhur) as one would think. When asked to perform something specific, he can be perfectly serious and reliable, and if one is willing to bear with his flirting habits, he can be a loyal and supportive friend.
History[]
As a human, Bird was indeed a singer, and a popular one at that. He had little trouble getting engagements on stages all over Asmodae, thanks to not only his talent but also his enthusiasm for the overly dramatic world of the stage. For a rough decade, he had a cushy income, the adoration of many fans and an exciting live... then he vanished on a trip between two concerts. His traveling companions could only report that he went out 'behind some bushes' during a stop and didn't return. Rumours ranged from him simply having grown tired of a stressful life on stage to a jealous rival having gotten him out of the way. None could be proven right.
Bird reappeared three years later... on a battlefield. And as if in theme with his name, he had gotten wings. By that time, the hype around his disappearance had long died down, and the few who did inquire were merely assured by him that there was 'nothing dramatic to it' and that he had simply 'found there is more to life than a stage'. And indeed, he never returned to his old career, to this day apparently satisfied with singing battle songs and listening to other spoony bards.