Atala

Birthday
December 21th/June 21th
Name Origin
“A brightly colored hairstreak butterfly (Eumaeus atala) native to southeastern Florida and the West Indies that is black with three rows of iridescent blue spots on the hind wings and a red spot on the abdomen”
Sexuality
Bi-romantic, Asexual
Gender
Male
Sex
AMAB

Purchased traits
Acquired Disability x1, Minor Scar x13, Major Scar x2, Melanistic x1
Size class
Enormous
Weight class
Lanky
Plot Death
Yes
Alt
Heat exhaustion in the Red Expanse
Appearance
Atala is a tall, camel-like avus that'd coated in black fur and scars littering his body. His face is a jarring white, with two, pitch black eyes. The roo's front feet house owl-like talons, with claws that curve in and a missing toe on his left foot. A notable feature is the stubs that lie on his back, the once wings having been cut off a while ago.

Nestling-Fledgeling
He can’t recall much of his childhood anymore, most of it was a blur. What he does remember was his father’s gentle feathers, the soothing sound of his voice while the sun rose from the horizon. The roo was the only egg to have hatched in his clutch, and the only child his parents had. His mother died soon after he hatched. She was a hen dedicated to her people and the war they fought, leaving once she knew her nestlings face, for she had something new to fight for.

Sub-adult
Atala was a very timid child, often hiding in the background or behind his father until ushered into the group of other students. His father taught him most of what he needed to know, how to fly, how to hunt, and how to fight. As the war heated up, Atala’s father rejoined the fight and left Atala when he finished schooling. Alone once more, he knew what he had to do next.

Adult
At 2 years old, the black roo followed his father into the war. While his father was stationed at the front line, Atala was given the position of scout. His pitch black coat and soft feathers rendered him nearly invisible in the night sky. The job was simple, fly over certain areas and search for things like enemy camps, wounded soldiers, etc. While he didn’t do much fighting on these missions, he was always able to hold his ground against his opponents until given an opportunity to retreat. He was 8 when his father retired, leaving him to fight the war alone. Atala doesn’t blame him or anything, his father fought long and hard for the ground they gained and deserved a break. At 9, Atala had lost his father to a disease that spread through the small village; he regrets not being able to be by his side when he passed on…

About two years ago, he was sent to investigate the remains of a farm house that was attacked by a Dromaeus raid. There wasn’t much for him to investigate, the burned crops and the barely standing outer shell of the house was all there was, other than the unsavory things that now lay motionless on the ground. Inside the house, he noticed something that stuck out from the rest of the charred stone and dead leaves that had fallen from the large hole in the roof. It was a pale white, round in shape. Atala quickly approached, gently sweeping away the debris that covered the small thing. There were at least three eggs in the clutch, but the other two were crushed under the support beams that had become unstable after the fire died out. He immediately took the little one home, creating a rushed nest in the hopes of saving it. An acquaintance of his , Purslane, had come to visit after seeing the normally cool-headed roo in a tizzy. When the Avus had spotted the egg, it sent them into a spiral of questions, all of which Atala answered to the best of his ability. The next few weeks were…quite the learning experience for the hardened soldier. It felt awful, how helpless he felt, just sitting and waiting, hoping the little egg survived. His heart sang when he saw the first shake. The little hippus inside was a bit of a late bloomer, but he didn’t care, the little one was alive! His luck came to an end when a guard had arrived at his home. One last mission, then he would be free to retire. He would’ve turned it down, but it was of utmost urgency, to ensure that no hippus camps were left in the mountains as the harsh winter set in. He left the egg with Purslane, it would be an in and out mission, a day or two at most.

The storm was blinding, he could hardly see a foot in front of his own face. His body was freezing, and all he could think about was home. That's when it happened. A sheer cliff suddenly engulfed his vision, the roo flapping rapidly in an attempt to evade it. He slammed into it, his right wing being crushed on impact. Unable to use the wounded wing, he spiraled out of control, hitting several rocks on the way down into the snow. Atala woke up a small bit after, a large gash up his right leg, a broken toe, and severe wounds on his wings. He wanted to sleep so bad, the pain in his limbs becoming massive weights that dragged in the snow, but even he was aware that if he stayed, he would perish. He walked for what felt like hours, eyes growing blurry and body quaking. The only thing that kept him from succumbing to the miserable cold was the thought of that little egg that sat in its too large nest.

He was found two days after the incident, in the fertile valleys between the border of the plains and mountain kingdoms. How he got there, he couldn’t really remember…but the important part is that he made it out alive. Unfortunately, his wings and one of his toes had to be amputated due to severe frostbite. Exhausted, in pain, and now flightless, Atala never felt lower. He was helped home by a local herbalist, where he saw Purslane and a small and wiggly little thing coming out of its egg. Over the next couple of months, he struggled with his scarred leg and learning how to travel without flying. Obviously he couldn’t continue scouting in this condition, so he learned how to care for his community. While balancing trying to raise the rowdy little hippus, which he named Spindle, Atala learned the art of medicine (Specifically for livestock). It was a job that wasn’t as demanding, and besides, anyone could use a physician for their livestock.

A little bit after recovery, in the mists of his apprenticeship, he found himself tailed by a small orange hippus named Celosia. The little one would trot closely behind as he waltzed around town, asking him question after question. Overtime, it became a common occurrence for the Avus to find him and follow where ever he went. Atala asked Celosia at some point why they continued to follow him rather than their own parents, quickly realizing that they didn't have any living family members to follow instead. With a mental sigh, the large roo took the hippus in as one of his own.

Elder
N/a

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Height
140 cm
Length(W/ Tail)
TBA
Length(W/out Tail)
TBA
Weight
312 lb
Wing Span
N/a
Average MPH(On foot)
25MPH
Average MPH(In flight)
20MPH

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