Ugly is in the eyes of the beholder - they must be blind
Feathers decorate the entire outer portion of this magnificent specimen, decorated in various colors that do not correspond to her breed. She is a rarity among the individuals who claim to pride themselves on belonging to society. Her tail feathers looked to be dipped in ink while the rest of her body decorates in a beige undertone. Various patterns of spots and stripes accompany the female’s form. A top of her head forms a beauty of the same onyx hue from her tail - though softened spots tag along in the display. Picturesque of beauty an underlying danger lies below and just between two piercing hues of blue. Talons that are equipped to pluck prey from the sky as well as a beak to shred her enemies. Careful when provoking the beast - her peck is worse than her hoots.
Personality
Selectively Social butterfly
Reclusive when someone is to meet the small creature, she picks and chooses her friends in a selective manner. Having been scared of losing something of importance to her when she was alive she refuses to allow herself to feel that vulnerable again. A wall hinders the ability to see the small frame of her body hidden inside the cage of her mind. Believing it is the only way to make herself feel like she is in control of her own emotions. Many would believe that her demeanor is cold-heart and abrasive - giving her slim picking for who would like to befriend the individual.
There is a charismatic female behind those walls that are so well built. One that basks their face in the sunshine of hope and the ideology that good things could happen. Artistic values represent the individual's mind and given her new found vision she cannot help but enjoy the shinier things of the world. Inquisitive, she is a determined problem solver. Even more so if one is lucky to be a friend her loyalty relies on them and her willingness to protect what is hers is present.
History
The bitterness of tomorrow
In a previous life… There was a girl in the back of the classroom. Head would be placed on her desk as her pencil slid across her paper. Intricating the fine details of feathers and wings, the ideology of removing herself from the cage she found herself bound in. Her mother had died, several months before she was supposed to graduate from her sophomore year of college. Her little bird… that nickname, so silly, but she craved to hear it once more on her mother’s lips. The way she would laugh, her attention would soon remove itself all together. No longer did she want to become a hindrance to her friends. They insisted she was not, but she could tell her mood was bringing down the vibes in which they tried to portray. So, the little bird was trapped, settled in the world of her own emotional cage. It was cold and quiet. It was not always this way, she was one of those girls that enjoyed shopping and laughing. Sneaking out to meet her boyfriend in the middle of the night, having a life outside of the white walls she found herself in.
Her aunt took her in, trying to shield her mind away from the depression that plagued her during the mourning. Tears would stain her pillowcase as she awoke with puffy eyes, it was better to conceal those dark spots then get asked if she was doing okay. Gosh… She hated that question. She was fine… just fine. Pushing herself deeper into the closet until she could not see the light anymore. Her eyes faded over as she washed her sorrows in alcohol and soon enough the bottle of pills that her aunt had in her cabinet. It was better this way, it numbed all the senses. Serein wanted nothing more than to fly away from the captures that trapped her on earth. She wanted to fly… and sure enough that wish was granted.