I hope I'm not too late to join. *deep breath* Okay here we go.
Name: Arrow
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Talonflame
Appearance: Arrow has a not notable markings that make him stand out from others of his species, except he has a slightly larger wingspan and his wings are much stronger. Also his beak is again slightly longer then the average Talonflame, but not by enough to make it noticeable.
Accessories: He wears a pair of black googles, that rest on his forehead. However, when he flies, he puts them over his eyes. He has a satchel in which he uses to make deliveries. It's a faded brown color and been in his family for a long time.
Family: Arrow comes from a long line of Couriers. Both his parents were Couriers, before they retired. His parents both spend a lot of time traveling around, enjoying their retirement. Due to this, he rarely sees them face to face for an extended perio of time.
Profession: Courier
Currently Living: Feather Down Town
Small bio: When Arrow was young, he was raised to be Courier. But he time he was a Flethinder, he was taught how to carry packages. His speed soon became evident, and he was rumored to be a prodigy Courier. While the average Talonflame can reach 310 mph, as a top speed, he can reach 390 mph as a top speed, making him a major asset to the whole idea of being a Courier. However, Arrow never had the heart to tell his parents his real dreams of being a racer, and continued to work as. Courier.
Personality: Arrow is a cocky, fun loving guy. He loves to boost to incredible speeds, and take insane risk. He's best described as an adrenaline junkie. He's pretty easy going, but is quite impatient. He will always work hard and give his best.
Moveset: Flame Charge, Brave Bird, Steel Wing, Aerial Ace
Sample Post.
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Arrow dove head first into the canyon. He felt the breezes, pushing against his wings, creating turbulence. But that didn't matter. his body became engulfed in flames as he used Flame Charge, as a way to boost his speed, and block the winds. Sure people, called him an adrenaline junkie, stupid, wasting his time. But then again, he had finished his deliveries early. Again.
Arrow had always loved racing. He would race anyone he could. However, after a while, the other Flying Type children decided that racing Arrow, was a fruitless effort. He always won. So he just race himself, spending so much of his free time in this canyon. This canyon was like a second home to him. He gave a final spin around, made a u-turn and began to head back to Feather Down Town, to hopefully grab some grub.