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Alrighty I have jumped face first back into the Maximum Ride fandom
Priorly named Feather (original I know)
Dug her out of my old OC pile and gave her a complete overhaul!
Changed her species from a Kestrel to an Osprey.
Looking forward to developing her story more
Maximum Ride (c) James Patterson
Oc and art (c) Me
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First off, name's Fern.
Well my full 'name' is Fern Lindgrem but I'm sure that was trivial information but never the less you have it now!
Nicknames?? Umm none that I know of besides being dubbed sticky fingers.
I am 16 years of age.. I think
I'm a girl and was born from my understanding March 16th in the state of Colorado
Straight, sorry ladies but I think you're all beautiful~
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Judging by the patterns on my wings and being ever so nosey after my first escape I'm an osprey!
With raptor eyesight, what I call talon grip I recently discovered I could throw metal objects and control their path at will.. to which lead to injuries while practicing. No idea what other powers I possess.
My strengths lie in my verbal communication and ability to silver tongue my way out of situations
A weakness would have to be hand to hand combat, deep water, and foul smells overloading my senses. Granted I'm sure there is more.. Oh! And very bright lights
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Appearance would be tall lanky, a bit of a noodle. Fair skin peppered in freckles offset by large sensitive periwinkle colored eyes plauged by small purple bags from lack of sleep. Usually dawning a short dark grey mohwak like hairstyle with pale dove colored bangs.
Posesses a eight inch scar on her left shoulder, after her first escape she crashed into a barbed wire fence. A couple of faint scars on her arms from fights but nothing to special.
Clothing usually consists of whatever she can find to keep herself hidden in public. Baring a black armadillo jacket over the top of a long sleeved shirt she had to repatch together and has tied off around her arms. Pants are ragged and worn out also been patched quite a few times as she tends to wear her clothing to death, finishing off with a dusty old pair of combat like boots on her feet that are starting to lose their traction.
A usually quiet girl she can go zero to sixty being an ambivert in all, spastic at times, deathly afraid of spiders, when spooked her mohawk will prickle like a cats fur, speaks with her hands when explaining things, hates repeating herself, can usually be charmed with food, a bit of a pickpocket, can be quite childish, technology facinates her, and if she could she would consume large amounts of orange juice instead of water.
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