My Little World- Individual RP

The Blackbird

Name: The Blackbird. His born name was lost in time.

Age: The Blackbird has haunted the forest for years now. He stopped aging after becoming what he is, but was 19 when he died.

Sexuality: I've actually never played him...I have no idea. Well, I guess we'll find out?

Species: Once again, another entity without true species. This doesn't mean stories and rumors aren't made up about him and what else he could be.

Appearance: The Blackbird is a somewhat feral looking thing. Somewhere along the lines of resurrection, the human form he had became similar to that of a vulture's with talons replacing nails and black patches of feather in various places across his sickly pale body. His wild eyes and matted wings are a similar color to that of tar, similar to the bird he embodies through most physical mannerisms. There seems to be nothing left behind those eyes; no soul, no morals, no compassion. And yet, The Blackbird is not cruel. If you were to see a feral animal on the street, would you call it or its condition cruel?

Despite the lack of humanity stripped from his appearance, he does still have some human qualities. For the most part he does have his body, though it stands tall, slender and somewhat malnourished due to his self care. Often times when he wears clothing, they barley cling to his lack of a figure and are often oversized. He still has his grown out but matted thin strands of black hair that remain unkempt and dirty. His facial features also remain there, though they seem much too human to be on such a monster. Look at his face long enough, and you'll see the 19 year old boy who lost his life.

But hell, no one wants to see that in a monster.

Personality: The Blackbird's personality can be described with the same word used for his appearance. Feral. He has a sort of manic way of being nowadays with static and inhuman like movements, as well as a speech pattern where each word can be indicated as an invitation or a threat. He's adopted the term of monster whole heartedly. He enjoys scaring people, mainly because he feels like he's doing something right by doing so. He doesn't make friends. The Blackbird's social skills are almost non existent, and if he were to try and communicate in a manner we consider normal, his awkwardness would immediately shine through this frightening mask he's painted on himself. He doesn't try and gain approval in a way we would see as typical either. His approval is obtained through exceeding expectations people make for him. You want something to fear? He'll make sure you're not disappointed. He's very theatrical in that sense. No matter what the scenario may be, the Blackbird will never fail to put on a show. He's a pretty stubborn young man as well. When he's right, he's right. There's no convincing him otherwise.

Basic Info: A couple decades ago (no one really knows when he popped up, he's always existed in the minds of the present day forest dwellers), a nineteen year old boy got lost in the woods. He was sullen and distant, going in there for an unknown reason to find something that may have been once lost. However, this particular forest was enchanted and found the boy to be a suitable sacrifice. Through a manner which only he really remembers the forest ended up taking his life. He was then reborn as this dark entity without a name though compared often to a vulture rather than a man (hence why he is known as the Blackbird). The forest was meant to symbolize life itself with each being that belonged to it. Naturally, these lighter entities feared this darker one. They considered him more death born, and insisted to the keeper of the forest something be done about him. This wasn't because he had done anything wrong, but because his outer shell gave them all plenty to fear. The keeper refused to destroy her creation so instead banished him to a remote part of the forest, leaving him with the job to dispose of the other lost sacrifices the forest took.

Scenario #1
Being lost in the woods is never a desirable situation. It was now dusk and the path you had been following had become too vague to travel on accurately. It had taken you here instead of your actual destination, and you're left to feel your way through the dark of this destroyed clearing. However, along your way through you become all too aware of how bumpy the terrain was around you. Staring at the masses of unleveled ground cluttered throughout the dry space, you could almost swear that these weren't just meaningless miniature hills. There was something buried under that dry dirt. Before you're able to do anything else, there's a rustle in the trees. Standing atop thick and firm branches stood a winged figure in crouched position whose eyes have never left your person.

"Are you lost?" It hissed menacingly.

Scenario #2: (optional)