`ammut ospriy ..

[`Ammut,,]

AMMUT†OSPRIY
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
Such is... the fate of a monster.

`i feel the heat coming off of the blacktop

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Race:
Shape-shifter

Age:
Twenty

Sex:
Male

Affiliations:
Rogue

Favorite/Best Power(s):
Shape-shifting. Ammut is a shape-shifter of all sorts. He has favorite forms, of course, but it depends on what he's doing. For instance, if he was scouting, he'd prefer the osprey bird of prey. Or, if he was fighting, he'd choose something heavy and aggressive such as a panther. Most of the time, he cannot be found in his human form, and is most often found wandering around as a leopard cat (not leopard, leopard cat).

``back to the room where it all began

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Mate/Spouse:
None.

Family/Ancestry:
Ammut comes from a long line of honed shape-shifters. His mother, Uadja, and his father, Sobak, were both very skilled shape-shifters who were originally in the Queen's Army. As Ammut was quite a handful already, he had no siblings.

History:
Uadja and Sobak were very artful with their skills. They both practiced rigorously together, play-fighting and shifting into any animal they could possibly imagine. They challenged each other to get as close to a dragon form as they could. The closest they ever got was nothing more than a colossal serpent with large, white wings. Uadja was the first to accomplish that and it was a rather important breakthrough since combining animal forms was quite a feat.

The two were seen together almost every hour of the day, spending all the time they could with each other. They were both extremely competitive and loved to do daring stunts such as jumping off a steep cliff and turning into whatever bird before the other one did. Uadja and Sobak were both extreme daredevils, but that's how they got close. They laughed in one another's faces when they lost and then had an uproariously good time later.

They weren't exactly sure how it happened, but eventually they were romantically involved. Their relationship took a very dramatic turn, but they came to find that they enjoyed it a lot more. Afterall, if they hadn't, then there would be no Ammut, who was probably their most cherished possession.

To sum up the events, Uadja and Sobak took their relations a bit further; thus, Uadja became pregnant. It was and wasn't unexpected. They did want a child, but they weren't expecting one so soon. But, the two of them made every preparation they could for the baby, trying to be the best parents they could. Though Uadja did have some complications, it turned out that the preparations they made were exactly the conditions Ammut needed.

He was a frail baby. He had a grade two heart murmur, for Uadja noticed that his heart pulsated strangely as she listened to it one day. Another sign was that his heart also made slight vibrating noises like if someone was wheezing and one could hear it in their throats. Ammut was also quite small when he was born, about one to two pounds underweight, but Uadja was definitely a forceful mother when it came to feeding him.

Otherwise, though, he was pretty healthy. He grew relatively well, and was just as good in shapeshifting as his parents were; maybe even better in some aspects.

As a small child, though, Ammut had a terrible accident. Well, not really an accident; more of an encounter. He had just learned a new shapeshifting form, one of a raven, and he was hopping around outside. Sobak had watched him for awhile before going inside to get something to drink.

In those few minutes, an abnormally large creature, almost of a dog-like frame stalked behind him. It was obviously more intelligent than a dog, though, for it had waited specifically for Sobak to go inside. But as Ammut was jumping about, trying to learn how to fly on his own, the animal leapt from out of the shadows. It clamped onto Ammut's left wing, thrashing its head and pouncing around. In surprise, Ammut shifted back into his human form, trying to pry the animal's mouth off of his wing with his hands. He screamed and called for help, which sent the canine reeling back into the shadows, knowing the boy's father would be outside in a matter of seconds. Perhaps his prey wasn't so easy afterall.

Sobak, indeed, had swung open the door, to see Ammut's black wing outstretched and bleeding. It laid limp at his side, long pitch feathers falling on the ground. Some were broken and others were bloodied.

Sobak examined Ammut, specifically his wing. He asked his son why he didn't shift his wing back, and his son replied that he couldn't. Apparently the nerves had been so frayed to that wing that he couldn't control it except for moving it. It was strange and a very rare case, but it wasn't totally undeniable.

That was basically the highlight of Ammut's life. For the course of the rest of his years, he trained unforgivingly like his parents, mastering every form he could. He even surpassed his parents and was an excellent shapeshifter, but... he didn't like serving the Queen. He didn't like the thought of being supervised and being controlled. No, he wanted to be on his own.

At around sixteen, Ammut broke free from his parents and the Queen. He wandered the streets, finding trees and nooks of houses to rest in as an owl or such. And if he wanted something to eat, he took the form of a rat and snuck into people's houses. Or he would take the easier approach and become a bird and swoop down on food carts. What were they going to do? He could just shapeshift into another animal and never even know it was him.

By eighteen, he had come to terms with this way of living. He enjoyed it. He lived for it. It was enthralling. And if he could, he would try to steal straight from nobles. But, for this reason, Ammut tried to never be in his human form. In all of his forms, there was one similarity: those glassy blue eyes. It was a minute thing, sure, but some people around here weren't as dumb as they looked. There was also that one black wing he had that remained in every form he took. Which was why he typically tried to stay a bird or something that had some sort of wings. It was just strange to see a cat with a black wing, but Ammut had learned how to incorporate two wings into his forms. That wasn't so odd, and not as recognizable as one wing. Therefore, problem solved. However, in his human form, there was no such thing. Only one of those ebony wings existed and he could not (no matter how much he tried) make a second protrude from his right shoulderblade.

Now, at twenty, he has excelled at thievery and trickery. Doing it for four years, one might think he would be better at it. He has gotten caught many times, but usually just melded into the shadows as a measly mink or such.

```this is quick but not quite painless

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Personality:
Ammut is a rather reclusive person. He prefers to travel alone and be alone. This is probably due to the horrible contact with people he has experienced while being out on his own. By being a rat or a cat, he has figured out people are so careless and reckless. So many times has he had to mend a broken tail...

He is also a vicious person. His temper is short and his ferocity unending. Ammut doesn't like anyone to get on his nerves, or he usually snaps and sometimes assaults. He doesn't give warnings either. He either glares or he spits a few nasty things back at you. There are only very rare times when he will just fly away or be passive at all.

Other than that, Ammut is a well-studied, passionate being. Whatever he strives for, he does it. If anyone gets in his way, they are seen not as an obstacle, but as something to be trampled over. And if he ends up hurting someone, he doesn't take the blame for anything. He might feel remorse if it was someone he cared for even a bit, but he eventually moves on.

He's intelligent and spends his days reading when he's not stealing. He likes to read everything about races and species. From everything to dragons and even his own kind. It all intrigues him, but he wouldn't dare mention that to anyone he ever met. Ammut likes to keep an air of aggressive brutality about him so that people won't try to talk to him. Though, truly, he can be soft and well-spoken if there was anyone who tried hard enough to convince him to be so.

For now, though, he is exactly as he is: a beast. He prefers not to feel compassion or like. Only dislike.

````in your eyes now, look afraid

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Hair:
Ammut's hair is a deep brown. It stretches down to about mid-neck and tends to fall in his face a lot.

Eyes:
His eyes are a bright, almost crystalline blue. Though, sometimes they tend to look purple in the day when there isn't much sunlight.

Build:
Ammut is tall and rather lean. He has some sculpture to his frame, but is pretty average.

Other:
Though Ammut is a skilled shape-shifter, he always has one long, tattered ebony wing that extends from his left shoulder blade. It's almost six feet long and the longest feather on the tip of the bone is about one foot long. It's very glorious and intimidating at the same time.

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would I be the one to play the hero,
Or would You?

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