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Carl Owley - A lazy bio

Carl Owley

Male | Young adult | Lazy | Gazelle antlers, Owl mask, Kabuki pelt

~Physical traits~

Carl ignores just about everything regarding his appearance. His owl mask is visibly faded, bears some dirt marks and a lot of scratches, mostly from birds. His pelt is dusty and ungroomed, with bits of dried foliage stuck in it, possibly leaves from the autumn before. His thick, bushy fur is also thought to be home to a small family of two spiders who have, so far, bravely endured Carl's occasional shedding. His posture is tall and straight, thanks to balance practice throughout the years, when every spring a bird builds a nest and raises her young between Carl's antlers. His mask hides his eyes completely. Most of the time he wears a neutral expression or a modest smile. He is extremely quiet, to the point of appearing mute at first; however he is perfectly capable of speech. His laugh sounds like the high-pitched screaming of a teapot.


~Personality~


Carl's favorite activities include lying around, sleeping and contributing little to nothing to society. These traits happen to mesh perfectly with his love for birds. He's willing to stay still like a statue for days on end just to be approached by birds. His infinite boredom can only be quelled by spending time with his friends or infringing on the privacy of strangers. His life goal is to one day become a real character.

~Trivia~

  • Carl is sleepromantic & slacksexual.
  • When determined, Carl may spend days without food or water to attract small avians.
  • Carl has never taken his mask off. Nobody knows what facial features he possesses.
  • Carl normally consumes 5.5 kg of foliage a day.
  • Did you know?
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Never hunt on hallowed ground... [Edwin]

My dear Frederick,

I must ask that you have a little more faith in me, for you are beginning to sound like my father. I've yet to find any discernible evidence of the rumours you so describe about that place. Is it not more likely that they are nothing but the tales of paranoid old men spun for the purpose of discouraging foolish youngsters? Perhaps the drunkards, the mad, or the destitute have wandered in and lost themselves there from time to time, but considering I am, as I'm sure you would agree, one of the most skilled deer stalkers in our region, I am confident I shall enter and leave with little consequence.

You will see it for yourself in three week's time when I bring Sir Collingwood the finest specimen he has ever laid eyes on and win our little bet, not to mention his daughter's hand in marriage. I will be sure to buy you some drinks to calm your nerves with the money the next time we meet.

I hereby promise you nothing will happen to me in the forest.

Your old friend,

Edwin Morris

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To Weary of Life and Deceptions. ((Semi- active ingame))

Name: Strega
Alias: The Witch
Scent: Lemons; Citrus; Air around her is almost always foggy or extremely misty, she enjoys the smells of the forest mixed with the warmth and mist. Now smells of ripened passion flowers/ fruits.


ALSO HAS A COPIOUS AMOUNT OF PRESERVED PASSION FLOWERS OF VARIOUS COLORS, PLEASE TAKE ONE OR ELSE SHE WILL DECORATE HER ROCK WITH THEM
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