darkSpyro

Warning: this is an unrealistic roleplay, if you have a problem with such, do not join in.
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In the city of Los Angeles, the Amethyst Arms is the apartment building of the parrots. Literally, every person in this building has a pet bird. One of the birds in the building is Slushy, a world famous sun conure who doesn't like fame and being flightless. But there are so many more birds in the building, but there is one way they all know eachother, there is a hole between all the apartments, they have meetings and are able to go to the other rooms because of this.
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Rules:
No playing humans
Swearing to be kept to a minimum
Maximum of three characters
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Character sheet:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:
Are the wings clipped?:
Appearance:
Personality:
Wishes for: (optional)
Fears include: (optional)
Backstory: (optional)
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My character:
Name: Slushy
Age: 8 (in real years)
Gender: Female
Species: Sun Conure
Are the wings clipped?: yes
Appearance: a sun conure with torn up tail feathers and a cracked beak, overly skinny
Personality: curious, optimistic, social, however fearful
Wishes for: flight, to not be abused anymore
Fears include: long falls and some humans
Backstory: was bought from a bird store by her owner when she was a baby. She became famous because of a YouTube video, she later started social media accounts. Although her owner adds to Slushy's social media accounts, Slushy sneaks on the computer, like all birds do.

Name: Cromwell
Age: 19 (in real years)
Gender: Male
Species: Cockatiel
Are the wings clipped?: No

Appearance: Cromwell is a pied colour mutation of cockatiel. The grey colour variation is main prevalent on the upper half of the wings, starting in a large splotch and quickly diluting down to small speckles. There are small splotches of grey along the back of the upper neck and the lower body near the tail slowly changes into a mix of grey and yellow. He has a black bowtie around his neck.

Personality: Cromwell is a very sophisticated and refined bird, preferring not to get dirty and enjoying the finer details in life. He tends to treat others very politely, respecting their wishes and likes and dislikes. He speaks with honour and dignity and above all does not condone lying. He takes friends very seriously and will only put that label on very select people. When something displeases him or he dislikes someone, he is very blunt about it. This is by far the most polite, but also most blunt, bird you will ever meet. He is usually very quiet, rarely creating noise or messing with objects that shouldn't be moved. While he can certainly fly, he only does so to reach places otherwise unreachable. He prefers simply perching and walking. He is always up for a biscuit.

Wishes for: Simply to enjoy life and live peacefully alongside his human
Fears include: Getting dirty, larger animals besides humans, sudden loud noises

Backstory: Cromwell was born of a different household when two birds owned by a young woman living alone conceived and birthed a young cockatiel without the owner ever noticing the baby had been created. The owner was surprised to one day find a third head peeking out from the cage. For a while, the owner tried to keep the young new bird, but while his parents were satisfied to merely sit within a cage all day, Cromwell wanted to be a part of the house as the human was. The human, however, found it constantly annoying to find their bird having broken out of the cage and wandering the home. So she decided to get rid of the young cockatiel. For over a year the human tried desperately the find a home for the bird, when finally they found an unlikely candidate. Their friend knew an older gentleman from down the street who was seeking a new bird, but had not yet found the right bird. The woman met with the man and after a long time spent together, the man grew fond of Cromwell and took him, adapting his current name on to him. The two were perfect for one another. They spent many years together, the older gentleman enjoying how quiet his new bird was and Cromwell happy to know his new human was alright with him touring the home at his leisure. Eventually, they moved into their current home together, the Amethyst Arms, when the man learned of a place filled with birds. Seeking fellow bird enthusiasts, he took Cromwell and moved. They have lived there for only about a year, but Cromwell had already grown adapted to the place. His owner is no one special, but Cromwell is pleased nonetheless with him.

Quote: Shadow-Cipher

Name: Cromwell
Age: 19 (in real years)
Gender: Male
Species: Cockatiel
Are the wings clipped?: No

Appearance: Cromwell is a pied colour mutation of cockatiel. The grey colour variation is main prevalent on the upper half of the wings, starting in a large splotch and quickly diluting down to small speckles. There are small splotches of grey along the back of the upper neck and the lower body near the tail slowly changes into a mix of grey and yellow. He has a black bowtie around his neck.

Personality: Cromwell is a very sophisticated and refined bird, preferring not to get dirty and enjoying the finer details in life. He tends to treat others very politely, respecting their wishes and likes and dislikes. He speaks with honour and dignity and above all does not condone lying. He takes friends very seriously and will only put that label on very select people. When something displeases him or he dislikes someone, he is very blunt about it. This is by far the most polite, but also most blunt, bird you will ever meet. He is usually very quiet, rarely creating noise or messing with objects that shouldn't be moved. While he can certainly fly, he only does so to reach places otherwise unreachable. He prefers simply perching and walking. He is always up for a biscuit.

Wishes for: Simply to enjoy life and live peacefully alongside his human
Fears include: Getting dirty, larger animals besides humans, sudden loud noises

Backstory: Cromwell was born of a different household when two birds owned by a young woman living alone conceived and birthed a young cockatiel without the owner ever noticing the baby had been created. The owner was surprised to one day find a third head peeking out from the cage. For a while, the owner tried to keep the young new bird, but while his parents were satisfied to merely sit within a cage all day, Cromwell wanted to be a part of the house as the human was. The human, however, found it constantly annoying to find their bird having broken out of the cage and wandering the home. So she decided to get rid of the young cockatiel. For over a year the human tried desperately the find a home for the bird, when finally they found an unlikely candidate. Their friend knew an older gentleman from down the street who was seeking a new bird, but had not yet found the right bird. The woman met with the man and after a long time spent together, the man grew fond of Cromwell and took him, adapting his current name on to him. The two were perfect for one another. They spent many years together, the older gentleman enjoying how quiet his new bird was and Cromwell happy to know his new human was alright with him touring the home at his leisure. Eventually, they moved into their current home together, the Amethyst Arms, when the man learned of a place filled with birds. Seeking fellow bird enthusiasts, he took Cromwell and moved. They have lived there for only about a year, but Cromwell had already grown adapted to the place. His owner is no one special, but Cromwell is pleased nonetheless with him.

Accepted, can some more people join??

I hope other people join, but if worse comes to worse, I'll create a couple more characters and we can run it together. Maybe people will see us RPing and want to leap in eventually.

Quote: Shadow-Cipher

I hope other people join, but if worse comes to worse, I'll create a couple more characters and we can run it together. Maybe people will see us RPing and want to leap in eventually.

If a week passes and nobody joins then we could do that.

I'm up for it. I'll create a couple more characters and keep them in reserve just in case. Just let me know when you wanna see the other characters.

Well, it's been a few days. What do ya got?

hello?

Sorry, I don't get online on weekends right now. Gimme a little while to finish up some chores and I'll seek out my files.

Name: Lemon
Age: 9 (In real years)
Gender: Female
Species: Ring-Necked Dove
Are the wings clipped?: No

Appearance: Generally a light coloured bird like most of her kind, her underbelly is an almost flawless white, whereas the feathers alongside the back at more silvery or grey in colouration. The ring around her neck ends in two large points that nearly touch one another around the front. She is a trifle smaller than is standard for her kind and has a very round and plump figure. Her beak is more on the black side than grey and the stripe near her eye does not quite reach the beak. Her feet have an almost pink tint to them.

Personality: Lemon is a very quirky sort, easily distracted and interested by the most bizarre of things. It's difficult to keep her attention for lengthy periods of time, as she is constantly finding new and very weird things to look at. Loud noises or sudden movements out of the corner of her eye are an immediate excitement to her and she always has to investigate new things in case they are relevant to her. She is particularly interested in living creatures of any kind - be they avian or not - and will attempt to investigate them above all. Despite how unfocused she is, she's actually a brilliant bird with a fascinating memory. She remembers almost everything she's seen or done and if her attention can be kept, will gladly recount them to others.

Wishes for: Any chance possible to spend time in the outside world, simply to see how it differs from her indoor world
Fears include: Being socially distanced, being considered weird

Backstory: The little dove never really got a chance to see the world. Having been born in captivity and kept quietly indoors all the time, the world outside was a mystery she spent many years never getting to see. She was already born in Amethyst Arms, her parents having been inhabitants of the complex as well. She spent many years alongside them, wishing to see and learn more of the world. Her parents rarely mentioned her to other birds, given her quirky antics and constant habit of zoning out when in conversation, but when her parents grew ill and passed, nobody could stop her from meeting other birds and constantly attempting escapes into the outside world. For a while, she merely learned her environment, but when the inside world grew boring and when things to see that were new became less, she set her sights outside. She spent this time studying to her, and occasionally trying to befriend anyone who would pass her by. Her human does not interact with her too frequently, but she enjoys the quality time they do spend together well enough. She is not unhappy with how busy her human is, but instead just accepts humans can be very busy creatures.

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Name: Seattle
Age: 22 (in real years)
Gender: Male
Species: African Grey Parrot
Are the wings clipped?: Yes

Appearance: He is specifically an Congo variant of the parrot. A very large bird, he stands at an impressive 14 inches in height. The large parrot has very thick silverly feathers that turn into a darker, almost grey colouration as they progress closer to his head or the tail. The tips of his wings are black in colour and a white mask-like marking adorns his face. His tail is fully red, no part of the tail obtaining any grey colouration to it. He has piercing yellow eyes that almost seem to shine in the sunlight. His owner very frequently dresses him up in various coloured hoodies - with the hood down - and he owns ones in red, green, blue, and tan, though green is the one he most commonly wears.

Personality: He's a socially active parrot, though comically makes better conversation with most humans than other birds. Very self-aware and thoughtful, this bird loves to consider the minor trivialities of life and comment on the world whenever possible. He can be incredibly chatty and while he knows he talks too much for his own good, he can't help himself. He has a nasty habit of echoing his human and their visitors, to the point where a specific word or phrase will be stuck in his head for hours and hours. He absolutely loves to meet new people and trusts almost anyone immediately upon meeting them. He's a very messy bird, and very disorganized, so he should not be trusted to hold on to important things for you. When bored, he pulls out his own feathers, and this happens often. He seems completely unconcerned about his clipped wings, never commenting on them or fretting over his inability to fly around the house.

Wishes for: A large group of friends to call his own
Fears include: Losing all his feathers, dogs, dying alone

Backstory: He was a pet-store parrot, spending a large portion of his life without an owner. He was unbothered for most of these years by the pet store conditions, as the humans were very friendly and he loved getting to meet so many new people. However, around about 14 years old, a large dog was brought into the pet store, usually caged, but would rarely be let out. Whenever Seattle encountered this dog, it would bark loudly at him, and the parrot eventually lost his patience for the pet store due to the hostile dog. He began speaking more to humans, catching their attentions and hoping the vast vocabulary he held on to would be enough to impress a human to take him home and away from this dog. Eventually, after almost a year of putting up with the aggressive dog, he repeated a funny joke he heard a human say to another human and it was enough to charm his way into a home - though Seattle did not get the joke he repeated. Ever since, he lived in Amethyst Arms, happy to meet the other birds hanging around and absolutely adoring the social life style of his human. His human constantly invited friends over, and Seattle was always the first one to wish to meet any human that entered his personal space, attempting to chat them up, learning words from them, and using his colourful personality to entertain.

Accepted, I'll add a few more of my own.

Name: Crafty
Age: 1 (real years)
Gender: male
Species: Yellow Naped Amazon
Are the wings clipped?: yes
Appearance: his pupils are always contracted and oddly shaped, almost a diamond shape, on a fiery red eye. His wings are always covered in blood, as he always chews at them. His wings are also severely clipped, all his feathers are clipped, down to the tertiaries. His beak is short, but extremely sharp and his nails are small.
Personality: Crafty is a weird thinker, he hates flight and believes that birds were never meant to fly. Claiming that every bird should, and will, have clipped wings. How "will?" No bird knows. Anyhoo, Crafty has no friends, and hates all other birds anyways. But his arch rival, is Slushy. Is thought to be the only mentally ill bird in Amethyst
Wishes for: flightless to all birds, Amethyst Arms to have a clipping rule.
Fears include: flight and heights
Backstory: Crafty is not like normal birds. He was dropped on his head purposefully and he was tied down to the ground for hours. One thing went through his head the whole time "flight is bad, flight is impossible" the voices in his head would tell him. He was adopted by an owner who hated flighted birds. So, it went like that. And ever since the bird thought he was different, he believed he couldn't have friends. He didn't want them anyways.

Name: Shirley
Age: 40 (real years)
Gender: female
Species: blue and gold macaw
Are the wings clipped?: no
Appearance: not much different from what you picture when you think blue and gold macaw.
Personality: Helpful although she is too honest. She'll never tell a white lie. If you have clipped wings she'll tell you that your wings are useless. Being the main reasons for missconceptions about her being rude. She loves all birds and most people.
Wishes for: all life to be happy.
Fears include: danger, all danger. Though she doesn't see danger in everyday things (flight, etc.)
Backstory: the backstory of Shirley is unknown, as she is the oldest bird in the building, and remembers nothing about coming to the apartment building.

Thank you. I like your additions as well. Whenever you want to begin, just let me know.

Okay let's start!
"Sorry, Slushy, I've got to go to work, see ya later!" At the closing of the door, Slushy unlocked her cage, walked down the latter, and opened the abandon air conditioner vent or AKA "the hole". "Meeting in Slushy's room!" She screeched.

Cromwell jolted for a moment upon hearing the screech in the air conditioning. It was only a momentarily startling occurrence, once he noted it was nothing more than another resident bird calling a meeting. He tilted his head, gazing upon his old human. The human was resting, completely unaware of the screech echoing through the vents. Cromwell stared upon his figure for many moments before finally moving on. He climbed off his perch, having already been outside his cage when the voice had called into the ventilation system, making quick haste to meet.

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Lemon tilted her head, initially confused by the voice through the vents. Ah yes! The meetings! The other birds in the complex! How could she forget? Perhaps she had just been focused on other things, or was just forgetful. He room was quiet and with a small battle she was able to make her way out of her cage. She shook her head once more as she climbed outside her cage, inhaling the surrounding air clearly.

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Finally, there was Seattle. The large parrot was shaken awake by the sound of a voice calling through the ventilation system. "Hmm? What is...?" He hummed. "Oh!" He brought his wing closer to his head, brushing his feathers against him. The soft down was comforting at first, but eventually it felt ticklish against his beak and eyes, and he awoke further. He hadn't know how long his human had been gone. Maybe a while. He curiously glanced to a clock, noting the time. Couldn't have been too long his human had gone, if he knew anything about his human's job. He had been looking forward to a meeting for a while, and was almost glad to hear another bird's voice calling to him from the vents.

Crafty heard the screech and groaned. "Oh, Slushy, what ever shall I do with you?" Crafty muttered before unlocking his cage door and walking to the vent.

Shirley, before even thinking, unlocked her cage flew down to the vent.

Lemon was a quick little dove, arriving at Slushy's room before the others quite could. "Hi Slushy!" she called into the room, only recalling the name because it was previously said to her. "What are we meeting for?"

"I'm sure she'll tell us in due time," hummed Cromwell as he made his way into the room.

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Seattle was the slowest to arrive of the three, walking at his own pace. He knew he needn't hurry, as patience would be given for his slow arrival time. So he kept his pace slow, but purposeful.

Shirley ran in, in a hurry. Crafty walked into the room, unamused. Slushy waited until the birds got near. "So, as a lot of times I've invited a few birds over for a meeting. I'd just like to ask it again." Slushy said before hesitating to talk "I want to fly, I mean like I feel like my life is incomplete. I want to feel the air on my feathers. I want to fly away when scared. I want to escape my-" Slushy was unable to complete the sentence due to Crafty. "Oh, Slushy, you'll never learn. You're such a dumb budgie. Chickens and penguins can't fly and they seem to be satisfied. My only problem is you." Slushy glanced at Crafty once more before asking "Does anyone else have anything to say?"

Cromwell lowered his head, uncertain of what he was to add. He threw a hazarded glance upon the Seattle, the large bird unaware he was being watched.
Seattle squawked loudly, "I have nothing against the idea of flying, but I don't mind being unable to do so either. Flight is exciting, enthralling, but necessary? Not entirely. Humans use technology to fly, given they cannot do it themselves." His gaze shied away for a fleeting moment. "But I can understand why a bird would want to fly. Humans often wish they had such a skill naturally. It's a difficult subject to comment on, because there's reasons why you'd want it, but reasons why you don't need it."
Lemon chirped, "I think we should make use of what we have, grow from there. If you can fly, fly, and if you can't... well, work from there. The world is open for everyone, land, air, or sea!"

Slushy groaned. She wanted to fly. She wasn't going to give up. "You'll never fly! Birds weren't supposed to! Your all idiots! Goodbye!" Crafty snickered before leaving. "This meeting is over!" Slushy cried before climbing her latter up to her cage.

Cromwell and Seattle started at Crafty as he expressed discontent for the idea of flying. Both were intimidating by his sudden outburst, by his nature in general. Cromwell learned near Seattle and hummed, "He's got a temper. Might wanna consider calming his feathers a little."
Seattle shook his head. "He feels very strongly about his opinion is all. Don't think you're going to change his mind."

Lemon on the other hand glanced to Slushy. Socialization was a confusing concept to her, and Crafty's outburst had been very surprising to the young dove, but she did not feel it was warranted. She stretched her wings, flying towards Slushy as she huddled in her cage. "Uh... are you ok?" Lemon asked with a nervous chirp, uncertain if she were supposed to be approaching Slushy or not.

Slushy sighed before saying"No... I mean like it's not just being flightless. I mean like I'm only owned by my owner because I'm famous, if I wasn't I'd be dead. When I do a trick wrong I'm punished, my food is taken away for an hour. I mean like you don't get how lucky you are. Your able to fly, you, you're not mistreated in any way. I mean like, I want freedom." As she went she got more teary.

Lemon tilted her head a little as Slushy spoke, trying to keep her attention as focused as possible on the young bird as she expressed her concerns. "No, but I spent years and years being confined to the indoors. My parents would talk about how there were other birds in the complex, but they would never let me see them. Always tell me I'm too weird, that I'd be bad at interacting with them. The only reason I got to start seeing more birds was because they died, and no one could tell me no anymore. And I shouldn't be happy about that." She fluttered closer to Slushy, landing on the edge of the cage. "I'm scared of talking to others, but I'm willing to try, to be friends with birds like you." She shook her head. "Don't worry about Crafty. He's moody. I'm here." She pointed a wing to Seattle and Cromwell, who were still muttering among themselves. "They stayed behind. They could've left, but they chose to wait behind."

For a fleeting moment, a moving object caught her eyes and she shifted her attention away, but quickly glanced back soon as she noted she was growing distracted again.

"... I think the reason why you have bad social skills is because you were kept away from meeting the other birds in the building." Slushy replied, a bit less sad.

Lemon quickly turned back to Slushy. "My parents called me quirky, said I had habits unlike other birds. But I don't mind. I try to be nice and accept that not everyone is going to like me back - or that I'll like them. Looking at the positive, that's what's important!"

Cromwell exhaled clearly from across the room, but his exasperation was only in response to a comment Seattle had said. The two had started their own private and hushed conversation - mainly about Crafty's outburst - while waiting for Lemon and Slushy to finish speaking.

"Being different or weird is a good thing. Just because you have weird habits and such it doesn't mean that your a menace to society. Some people take 'being weird' as a bad thing but there is no such thing as normal. Normal is a changed perfect. Actual 'perfect' doesn't exist in mortals." Slushy said

Lemon added with a smile and a chirp, "Yeah, that's true, but my parents didn't see it that way. I don't really mind, though. The here and the now is important after all, and right now I'm accepted." She lowered her head and tilted it a little, "At least, I think you're accepting me."

"Of course! I like everyone in this building, except for Crafty." Slushy replied, now happy.

Lemon jumped slightly in happiness. "Good, good!" She calmed after exhibiting his excitement. "Crafty intimidates me, I must admit. He's a very tense bird, very aggressive about his beliefs. It's hard to talk when he's around; you feel like he's going to claw out your eyes if you stand against him."

Slushy laughed "That's so true! I don't know why he's so aggressive, but whatever is mentally wrong with him, it works!"

Lemon smiled and hummed, "Well, at least he seems satisfied with his life. I wouldn't be happy being that angry, but if it works for him, then I guess that's something to put some credit on."

In the background Seattle laughed a little, amused by a comment made by Cromwell.

Slushy was about to continue about Crafty, but she forgot what she was going to say. "Umm... uh.... shoot, I forgot what I was going to say but, what is he laughing about?"

Lemon glanced to Seattle and Cromwell. "I'm not sure," she hummed in response. "They've been sitting back there have a conversation for a while. Wonder what they're talking about."

Slushy got worried "what if they're laughing at me?"

Lemon shook her head, "Them? I doubt it." She leaped up, chirping, "Why don't I just ask them?"

"Ask them, I'm to much of a chicken."

Lemon nodded before flying to meet Cromwell and Seattle. "Hey, guys!" The two birds paused their conversation, glancing to look upon Lemon as she approached them. "What are you guys laughing about over here?"

Cromwell kept himself silent, so the requirement to answer instead fell to Seattle. Seattle tilted his head ever so slightly upon noticing this. He responded with a hum, "Oh, Cromwell told a joke about Crafty." He continued by asking, "Is something wrong?"

Failing at subtlety, Lemon came out front out the reason for asking. She said, "Slushie was worried you were laughing at her."

"What was the joke?" Slushy wasn't convinced that they were telling the truth.

Cromwell now spoke, "I was mocking him." He lifted up a wing, placing it to his chest. He then tried his best to change his voice closer to Crafty's pitch, a difficult endeavor, but one he tried his hardest to do. "Confound it! Birds aren't supposed to fly! Everyone knows that. We have wings, but they're just for show. Flying with wings is a ridiculous concept."

Seattle smiled a little, humming, "Don't tell Crafty we're making fun of him. He would tear our feathers out."

Lemon glanced to Slushie as Cromwell finished his mockery of Crafty.

Slushy laughed lightly, but had a second thought "What if we're too close to the vent? That parrot has the best hearing."

Cromwell fluffed his feathers out, "That's why I was whispering it to Seattle."

Seattle now said, "Eavesdropping is hardly polite if he is partaking in it, but the best we can do is hope he's not listening."

Cromwell added with a tilt of the head, "Not that I aim to make a good impression on the fellow."

"I just wonder if Crafty is listening, he can sit still for hours, then come. For some reason, he came to this meeting immediately." Slushy replied.

Lemon ruffled her feathers and chirped, "I hope he's gone about his own business. I don't like to think he's eavesdropping on us."

"It would be most rude," hummed Cromwell.

"Ack, that bird is always getting himself into trouble"

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