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“Be afraid and do it anyway.”

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Name: Hawlyn

Pronunciation: Hall-lin
Meaning: Salt
Nicknames: (Reserved for close friends & family only) Lynn

Age: 22
Gender: Cis Male
Orientation:
Status: Single

Faction: Serora
Rank: Savior
Rank Details: Healer

Patron gods: Cascade, Alya
Talents: Naturist / Empath
Blessings: Invisibility [LOCKED] / Water Manipulation [LOCKED]
Drive: Giving back to Serora what was once given to him



Breed: Quagga / Albino Zebra Pegasus (Robin / Cockatoo)
Conformation: Slender neck and legs, stocky shoulders and body
Teke Color: Red
Coat Color: Albino / Tan(?)

Design Notes:
Chimerism doesn’t have to be exact - just has to be there and relatively in the same area.
Red robin feathers on his chest/lower neck, split down the middle with cockatoo feathers on the other side.
Robin wing on the right side, Cockatoo wing on the left side.
Scar on right flank an absolute must when drawing that area.
Hawlyn has farsightedness so he needs his glasses when looking at things up close. If he doesn’t have them on and is trying to see something near him, he has to squint in order to pick out its shape. Usually wears them all the time because it’s easier. He's able to see things pretty far away just fine, though.

Accessories & Possessions:
Glasses. Helps him when flying or doing work up close.
Wooden Staff
Scarf (Fabric)
Tools (Magnifying glass, inside his saddlebag)
Horseshoes
Cloak (Not pictured here)
His father's flight feather.
Free Serora Herd Items (Saddlebags, Succulents, Beads, Simple bandages/medicines as a Savior)
Burrowing Owl (Familiar)


FAMILIAR


Name: Rhodes (Rhodey as a nickname)

Age: Adult

Personality: Demanding, Stubborn, Moody at times, Loyal, Sometimes lazy

History: Hawlyn found Rhodes on his every-other day trip to the Alhaj library. He was reading through some scrolls like normal, when a loud smack was heard. Heads turned in curiosity, but the noise was too small to be anything serious. Hawlyn decided to investigate and found a burrowing owl laying on the ground, knocked out. It had some bleeding cuts on its legs and wings from running and flying from some kind of predator. Feeling bad for the creature, the Savior brought the owl home and patched it up, finding some tidbits for it to eat when it woke up. Feeling safe in Hawlyn's presence, the owl decided to let itself be nurtured back to health and stick around to be protected from harm. Hawlyn dubbed him "Rhodes".


PERSONALITY

| Timid | Sensitive | Anxious | Capable | Alert | Empathetic | Dedicated | Humble |
Tim·id
showing a lack of courage or confidence; easily frightened.
To say Hawlyn is timid is almost an understatement. He’s not one to stick up for someone or himself unless he deems it absolutely necessary. He’s easily bullied and has been for a long time. It’s hard for anyone who knows Hawlyn to remember when he wasn’t a pushover.
Sen·si·tive
quick to detect or respond to slight changes, signals, or influences.
One part of being Albinistic is being sensitive to your surroundings. Hawlyn has a very sensitive skin, but also mind as well. While he might get sunburns fairly often, his eyes pick up on a lot of things others might not notice; however it doesn’t always mean he can process it well enough. Sometimes he’ll second-guess himself and ask if he even saw it at all, or wonder what it might mean.
Anx·ious
experiencing worry, unease, or nervousness, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.
Hawlyn always seems to be under some sort of stress, or anxiety about something minor (or possibly major). He sometimes gets anxiety attacks, especially when being bullied or after the fact. When he’s not worrying about a patient, Hawlyn will always have something else on his mind.
Ca·pa·ble
having the ability, fitness, or quality necessary to do or achieve a specified thing.
While this trait might sound contradictory at first, Hawlyn’s earliest memories consist of him surviving on his own. He’s gone through many obstacles in his life and has many more down the road, but through them all he’s been able to take care of himself. He’s resourceful, and knows what to do when surviving out in the wilderness.
A·lert
able to think clearly; intellectually active.
Hawlyn is alert in both ways. He’s surprisingly intelligent for his upbringing, mostly because he’s had to learn things on his own or self-teaching himself other necessities. He’s also very alert when it comes to situations that might take a downwards turn. He’s been in a lot of mishaps and close encounters, so it only makes sense that he’d have to stay alert at all times.
Em·pa·thet·ic
showing an ability to understand and share the feelings of another.
While this trait is mostly required or valued for his job, Hawlyn is naturally empathetic. Having been through a lot during a young age, he’s always understanding of what it feels like to be on your own, or perhaps doing something you didn’t mean to do.
Ded·i·cat·ed
devoted to a task or purpose; having single-minded loyalty or integrity.
Hawlyn might seem to be the kind of equine who couldn’t focus their attention on something for more than a second, but he is actually quite the opposite. If Hawlyn is needed for something, he’ll put all of himself into his work, anxiety held at bay for the task at hand, especially when healing or helping someone.

HISTORY


Family Relations:
    (Acantha) | (Mother) (Pegasus) | (Thief) |
    (Carmen) | (Father) (Pegasus) | (Peddler) |
     Unknown | (Unknown) (Unknown) | (Unknown) |

Outside Relations:
   (Open) | (Open) (Unknown) | (Unknown) |
   (Open) | (Open) (Unknown) | (Unknown) |
   (Open) | (Open) (Unknown) | (Unknown) |

HISTORY ------ CW: Mentions of Death, Abandonment, and Possible Sensitive Content
Childhood
Even from the start, Hawlyn’s life was difficult. Being albino and chimeric on top of having two different wings, he was an unwanted child that occurred after a night full of drinks, dancing, and uneducated choices. Hawlyn’s mother, Acantha, was a thief. She pick-pocketed numerous equines, and as fate would have it, she stole from the wrong horse. His dad, Carmen, had told this story many times to Hawlyn with glistening amber eyes. She had attempted to steal Carmen’s family heirloom that had been passed down to him through generations of equine. They decided to become partners, as Carmen was a peddler who could pawn off Acantha’s stolen possessions. It had worked for years until Hawlyn was born. He was a sight for sore eyes as a colt. Patchy fur all over, one wing being smaller than the other, stark red eyes against a white face. He squinted up at them, their forms only barely sticking out from the various shapes around him. They didn’t know he was farsighted and just assumed that he had a problem with seeing. Acantha was disgusted. How had she foaled this monstrosity with such a handsome stallion? It was as if the gods disgraced her. Over the few years they spent together, she further distanced herself from both her mate and her child. She was furious of how much time Carmen spent with Hawlyn, it was obvious that their child wouldn’t last long in his state. One day, Acantha decided to just disappear altogether. Carmen, torn between leaving his child and finding his mate, decided to try and follow Acantha. He was gone for days, Hawlyn barely surviving off of the reserves that they had left with him. Eventually Carmen returned empty handed and broken hearted. Perhaps she had found a new peddler to team up with, or decided she was better off alone. Either way, it hurt Hawlyn and his father more than she would ever know.

Teenage Years
Now growing his flight feathers and shedding his fluffy down, Hawlyn looked as patchy and scraggly as ever. His father was doing as best a job as he could raising the colt, putting all of his savings and work hours into supplying his son with as much food as he could find and buy. Both were malnourished and constantly hungry, but at least they had each other. By this time, Hawlyn was old enough to get into trouble. When not constantly playing with the creatures on the outside of the desert, the young foal spent the rest of his time watching nomadic horses and finding out what he could about them.

Older Teen/Young Adult
When Hawlyn was about 17, he couldn’t resist his curiosity and left his home to explore more of the desert. It was too beautiful to go ignored, and there were too many things he could do not to go out and get dirty. Unknowingly, Hawlyn stumbled into a thunderbird territory. A patrolling thunderbird spotted him and diverted its path straight towards the young stallion, hunger shining in its eyes. He’d be a mere snack, but it was too easy of an opportunity not to take. Luckily, Carmen was already frantically trying to find his son. He spotted the thunderbird immediately and came in the nick of time, bowling into the thunderbird. Hawlyn’s flank was scored with a claw-mark of the bird, but thankfully only that. His father on the other hand, quickly found that he had bitten off more than he could chew. The thunderbird recovered from the attack and screamed angrily, diving straight at his father. Hawlyn only heard the “Run!” from his dad, already fleeing with terror. When he returned later after hiding in a crack between two large rock formations, he only found blood and feathers. Where was his dad?

Adulthood
Hawlyn changed after that. He became like a desert tortoise, alone and shriveled. He had to depend on himself now, and it wasn’t easy. More than once he had almost died on certain occasions, only really sustaining himself when unwillingly receiving help from Serorans. Their gifts and help were just enough to keep him going, but he didn’t ask for more. He didn’t want to. He was a burden to most, and before long found himself back in the scorching heat and sand again and again. It was when he was on the brink of death when his life took a turn for the better. Parched, starving, and panting, Hawlyn lay on the sand with eyes gazing out into the desert. A form appeared on the horizon, a steadily growing shape. Was it his father coming to save him? As the form approached, Hawlyn realized that it wasn’t his father, and probably never would be. Dry sobs racked his body. It was a savior, one who was called to a nearby encampment, but that could wait. The call wasn’t urgent compared to a horse on the brink of death. The savior brought Hawlyn to a nearby tent, nursing him back to health. When he was strong enough, Hawlyn began learning from the savior at the age of 19, starting out by helping them with smaller tasks until he was educated enough where he could actually aid the savior in healing. The savior became like another parent figure, teaching him about life, the herd, and more than just healing. Eventually Hawlyn felt he was outgrowing the tent and with a reluctant goodbye, began his own life as a Savior around a year or so later, hoping one day that he could be someone’s escape from death as his mentor had been for him. He's still definitely new to the job and is always learning, but feels as if he's learned enough to help other equines by himself. (Of course he wouldn't refuse help, though.)


TRIVIA

Doesn't know how to smile normally
Has to flap his robin wing a little faster than the cockatoo wing because of size difference
Doesn't like to fly for long distances but will if necessary
Prefers being stationary, but occasionally travels for his work
Always gets nervous around high-ranking Serorans (or basically any Seroran except Folk and Saviors)
Is terrified of spiders, scorpions, and thunderbirds
Carries a feather from his father's wing with him in his saddlebags for good luck
His father's feather is white and blue.

Stock used: zebra , owl stock
Art and design belong to me.

Description

-- --

“Be afraid and do it anyway.”

| Astral Tracker | Moodboard | FVR Tracker |

Name: Hawlyn

Pronunciation: Hall-lin
Meaning: Salt
Nicknames: (Reserved for close friends & family only) Lynn

Age: 22
Gender: Cis Male
Orientation:
Status: Single

Faction: Serora
Rank: Savior
Rank Details: Healer

Patron gods: Cascade, Alya
Talents: Naturist / Empath
Blessings: Invisibility [LOCKED] / Water Manipulation [LOCKED]
Drive: Giving back to Serora what was once given to him



Breed: Quagga / Albino Zebra Pegasus (Robin / Cockatoo)
Conformation: Slender neck and legs, stocky shoulders and body
Teke Color: Red
Coat Color: Albino / Tan(?)

Design Notes:
Chimerism doesn’t have to be exact - just has to be there and relatively in the same area.
Red robin feathers on his chest/lower neck, split down the middle with cockatoo feathers on the other side.
Robin wing on the right side, Cockatoo wing on the left side.
Scar on right flank an absolute must when drawing that area.
Hawlyn has farsightedness so he needs his glasses when looking at things up close. If he doesn’t have them on and is trying to see something near him, he has to squint in order to pick out its shape. Usually wears them all the time because it’s easier. He's able to see things pretty far away just fine, though.

Accessories & Possessions:
Glasses. Helps him when flying or doing work up close.
Wooden Staff
Scarf (Fabric)
Tools (Magnifying glass, inside his saddlebag)
Horseshoes
Cloak (Not pictured here)
His father's flight feather.
Free Serora Herd Items (Saddlebags, Succulents, Beads, Simple bandages/medicines as a Savior)
Burrowing Owl (Familiar)


FAMILIAR


Name: Rhodes (Rhodey as a nickname)

Age: Adult

Personality: Demanding, Stubborn, Moody at times, Loyal, Sometimes lazy

History: Hawlyn found Rhodes on his every-other day trip to the Alhaj library. He was reading through some scrolls like normal, when a loud smack was heard. Heads turned in curiosity, but the noise was too small to be anything serious. Hawlyn decided to investigate and found a burrowing owl laying on the ground, knocked out. It had some bleeding cuts on its legs and wings from running and flying from some kind of predator. Feeling bad for the creature, the Savior brought the owl home and patched it up, finding some tidbits for it to eat when it woke up. Feeling safe in Hawlyn's presence, the owl decided to let itself be nurtured back to health and stick around to be protected from harm. Hawlyn dubbed him "Rhodes".


PERSONALITY

| Timid | Sensitive | Anxious | Capable | Alert | Empathetic | Dedicated | Humble |
Tim·id
showing a lack of courage or confidence; easily frightened.
To say Hawlyn is timid is almost an understatement. He’s not one to stick up for someone or himself unless he deems it absolutely necessary. He’s easily bullied and has been for a long time. It’s hard for anyone who knows Hawlyn to remember when he wasn’t a pushover.
Sen·si·tive
quick to detect or respond to slight changes, signals, or influences.
One part of being Albinistic is being sensitive to your surroundings. Hawlyn has a very sensitive skin, but also mind as well. While he might get sunburns fairly often, his eyes pick up on a lot of things others might not notice; however it doesn’t always mean he can process it well enough. Sometimes he’ll second-guess himself and ask if he even saw it at all, or wonder what it might mean.
Anx·ious
experiencing worry, unease, or nervousness, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.
Hawlyn always seems to be under some sort of stress, or anxiety about something minor (or possibly major). He sometimes gets anxiety attacks, especially when being bullied or after the fact. When he’s not worrying about a patient, Hawlyn will always have something else on his mind.
Ca·pa·ble
having the ability, fitness, or quality necessary to do or achieve a specified thing.
While this trait might sound contradictory at first, Hawlyn’s earliest memories consist of him surviving on his own. He’s gone through many obstacles in his life and has many more down the road, but through them all he’s been able to take care of himself. He’s resourceful, and knows what to do when surviving out in the wilderness.
A·lert
able to think clearly; intellectually active.
Hawlyn is alert in both ways. He’s surprisingly intelligent for his upbringing, mostly because he’s had to learn things on his own or self-teaching himself other necessities. He’s also very alert when it comes to situations that might take a downwards turn. He’s been in a lot of mishaps and close encounters, so it only makes sense that he’d have to stay alert at all times.
Em·pa·thet·ic
showing an ability to understand and share the feelings of another.
While this trait is mostly required or valued for his job, Hawlyn is naturally empathetic. Having been through a lot during a young age, he’s always understanding of what it feels like to be on your own, or perhaps doing something you didn’t mean to do.
Ded·i·cat·ed
devoted to a task or purpose; having single-minded loyalty or integrity.
Hawlyn might seem to be the kind of equine who couldn’t focus their attention on something for more than a second, but he is actually quite the opposite. If Hawlyn is needed for something, he’ll put all of himself into his work, anxiety held at bay for the task at hand, especially when healing or helping someone.

HISTORY


Family Relations:
    (Acantha) | (Mother) (Pegasus) | (Thief) |
    (Carmen) | (Father) (Pegasus) | (Peddler) |
     Unknown | (Unknown) (Unknown) | (Unknown) |

Outside Relations:
   (Open) | (Open) (Unknown) | (Unknown) |
   (Open) | (Open) (Unknown) | (Unknown) |
   (Open) | (Open) (Unknown) | (Unknown) |

HISTORY ------ CW: Mentions of Death, Abandonment, and Possible Sensitive Content
Childhood
Even from the start, Hawlyn’s life was difficult. Being albino and chimeric on top of having two different wings, he was an unwanted child that occurred after a night full of drinks, dancing, and uneducated choices. Hawlyn’s mother, Acantha, was a thief. She pick-pocketed numerous equines, and as fate would have it, she stole from the wrong horse. His dad, Carmen, had told this story many times to Hawlyn with glistening amber eyes. She had attempted to steal Carmen’s family heirloom that had been passed down to him through generations of equine. They decided to become partners, as Carmen was a peddler who could pawn off Acantha’s stolen possessions. It had worked for years until Hawlyn was born. He was a sight for sore eyes as a colt. Patchy fur all over, one wing being smaller than the other, stark red eyes against a white face. He squinted up at them, their forms only barely sticking out from the various shapes around him. They didn’t know he was farsighted and just assumed that he had a problem with seeing. Acantha was disgusted. How had she foaled this monstrosity with such a handsome stallion? It was as if the gods disgraced her. Over the few years they spent together, she further distanced herself from both her mate and her child. She was furious of how much time Carmen spent with Hawlyn, it was obvious that their child wouldn’t last long in his state. One day, Acantha decided to just disappear altogether. Carmen, torn between leaving his child and finding his mate, decided to try and follow Acantha. He was gone for days, Hawlyn barely surviving off of the reserves that they had left with him. Eventually Carmen returned empty handed and broken hearted. Perhaps she had found a new peddler to team up with, or decided she was better off alone. Either way, it hurt Hawlyn and his father more than she would ever know.

Teenage Years
Now growing his flight feathers and shedding his fluffy down, Hawlyn looked as patchy and scraggly as ever. His father was doing as best a job as he could raising the colt, putting all of his savings and work hours into supplying his son with as much food as he could find and buy. Both were malnourished and constantly hungry, but at least they had each other. By this time, Hawlyn was old enough to get into trouble. When not constantly playing with the creatures on the outside of the desert, the young foal spent the rest of his time watching nomadic horses and finding out what he could about them.

Older Teen/Young Adult
When Hawlyn was about 17, he couldn’t resist his curiosity and left his home to explore more of the desert. It was too beautiful to go ignored, and there were too many things he could do not to go out and get dirty. Unknowingly, Hawlyn stumbled into a thunderbird territory. A patrolling thunderbird spotted him and diverted its path straight towards the young stallion, hunger shining in its eyes. He’d be a mere snack, but it was too easy of an opportunity not to take. Luckily, Carmen was already frantically trying to find his son. He spotted the thunderbird immediately and came in the nick of time, bowling into the thunderbird. Hawlyn’s flank was scored with a claw-mark of the bird, but thankfully only that. His father on the other hand, quickly found that he had bitten off more than he could chew. The thunderbird recovered from the attack and screamed angrily, diving straight at his father. Hawlyn only heard the “Run!” from his dad, already fleeing with terror. When he returned later after hiding in a crack between two large rock formations, he only found blood and feathers. Where was his dad?

Adulthood
Hawlyn changed after that. He became like a desert tortoise, alone and shriveled. He had to depend on himself now, and it wasn’t easy. More than once he had almost died on certain occasions, only really sustaining himself when unwillingly receiving help from Serorans. Their gifts and help were just enough to keep him going, but he didn’t ask for more. He didn’t want to. He was a burden to most, and before long found himself back in the scorching heat and sand again and again. It was when he was on the brink of death when his life took a turn for the better. Parched, starving, and panting, Hawlyn lay on the sand with eyes gazing out into the desert. A form appeared on the horizon, a steadily growing shape. Was it his father coming to save him? As the form approached, Hawlyn realized that it wasn’t his father, and probably never would be. Dry sobs racked his body. It was a savior, one who was called to a nearby encampment, but that could wait. The call wasn’t urgent compared to a horse on the brink of death. The savior brought Hawlyn to a nearby tent, nursing him back to health. When he was strong enough, Hawlyn began learning from the savior at the age of 19, starting out by helping them with smaller tasks until he was educated enough where he could actually aid the savior in healing. The savior became like another parent figure, teaching him about life, the herd, and more than just healing. Eventually Hawlyn felt he was outgrowing the tent and with a reluctant goodbye, began his own life as a Savior around a year or so later, hoping one day that he could be someone’s escape from death as his mentor had been for him. He's still definitely new to the job and is always learning, but feels as if he's learned enough to help other equines by himself. (Of course he wouldn't refuse help, though.)


TRIVIA

Doesn't know how to smile normally
Has to flap his robin wing a little faster than the cockatoo wing because of size difference
Doesn't like to fly for long distances but will if necessary
Prefers being stationary, but occasionally travels for his work
Always gets nervous around high-ranking Serorans (or basically any Seroran except Folk and Saviors)
Is terrified of spiders, scorpions, and thunderbirds
Carries a feather from his father's wing with him in his saddlebags for good luck
His father's feather is white and blue.

Stock used: zebra , owl stock
Art and design belong to me.