[hider=The Crow][center] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/236x/ce/fa/f5/cefaf51c186cd0549f3d6a3a755c977b.jpg?b=t[/img] [sup]placeholder since i might draw a better ref later[/sup] [b]Callsign:[/b] Birdbrain [b]Age:[/b] 27 [b]Species:[/b] Uplift - Avian [b]Appearance:[/b] Measuring up to an even 6 feet, Copper Ironsides is a lean, scarred, and ruffled guy who either doesn't care that his feathers aren't neat or finds some appeal to them. His feathers can be best described as a very dark navy, almost black, color, and his beak is scuffed in multiple places. Due to the implants, a few of the places where you'd expect him to have feathers are actually bald, replaced instead with some metal parts, almost spikelike if you weren't paying attention and only got a glimpse of their body. In civilian clothes, Copper normally wears a tanktop overlaying some denim jeans, claiming that his implants and feathers make wearing other clothes a bit difficult. He's no stranger to military attire, either, but does add on a pin he got from his brother a few battles before the incident. [b]Personality:[/b] [color=7e57e2]"Well, y'see, some people would describe me as reckless, rude, and an overly-sarcastic good-for-nothing. They'd be right, but they fail to mention that I'm also quite fun to be around, with my snarky comments, general adaptability, and relaxed demeanor. I'm here for a good time, not a long time, and I want it to be shown from the absolute get-go. I'm also not about to see any of my friends or squadmates get grilled by anyone [i]but[/i] me."[/color] [b]Biography:[/b] [color=7e57e2]"Let me drop you the 4-1-1, and let me apologize in advance for the overabundance of seriousness... I enlisted about seven years ago with my brother, Pluto Ironsides. We did everything together, whether it was me and him toilet-papering a house on Halloween, doing projects at a science fair, or... well... this. To be honest, he was the one with the military dream. Still, I couldn't see my brother doing his dream alone. When he turned 21, I agreed to get into the military with him as his birthday present. Hell, the look on his face was enough to make me smile like a toddler who just got a twenty dollar bill. After going through the training process and all that, we were thrown on the front lines to fight and waste away until we died. We were even somehow paired with dragons of similar personalities and builds, too. I got paired with Papa Bear and he got paired with Mama Bear, as we called them. We worked together watching eachother's backs, making sure we were both there to see our mission through to the very end. That was, until about two months ago. We were with a new and smaller squad, a bunch of greenhorns to the fighting. Someone superior to me and Pluto thought it'd be a good idea to have us show them the ropes fighting the Shard. We held on for a good long time, too. There were some pretty good rookies out there. Despite that, though, we all knew that it was pretty much guaranteed that we weren't all going to make it, and I feared for the worst when Papa Bear got knocked on his ass. I tried getting back up, tried to survive all the chaos that was making my head spin, and eventually I did. The rookies had all retreated, but Pluto and I stayed. He told me to run with Papa Bear, who had sustained serious damage. I tried to get him to come with, but he wouldn't listen... 'Go, ya' birdbrain! Get yourself outta here!' ... not everyone makes it back, and not every joke has a good punchline. Turns out, Papa Bear and I were both out of commission for a month or two, but it gave me time to think about things while mourning. Mom and Pop weren't too happy at the funeral, and neither was I. Me and Papa Bear both knew that we weren't about to let our friends go unforgotten. After the funeral, we both decided to stick with eachother. We were all we had left, aside from the parents, and we weren't about to just let the Shard have my brother and Mama Bear without us taking a few down. I was ready to get back out into the fray, fighting on the front lines... I got an offer I couldn't refuse. I'm glad someone finally noticed our efforts."[/color] [b]Favors:[/b] [color=7e57e2]"Cheap beer, cherry cola, puppies, makin' sarcastic jokes, and hanging out with my crew. Even if we aren't brothers and sisters by blood, that doesn't mean I can't noogie them like they are."[/color] [b]Disfavors:[/b] [color=7e57e2]"Spiders are awful, chalk feels terrible in my hands, and I cannot stand the taste of cinnamon or mint. Meat isn't the best, either."[/color] [b]Affinities:[/b] [color=7e57e2]"Look man, I could go on about all the things I'm good at, like gymnastics, kickboxing, that ball-in-a-cup game, hell you could probably say I'm pretty decent at tending to somebody's wounds, but there's only one thing that I guarantee - GUARANTEE - I'm better at than the rest of my crew. That one thing... is watching other's backs. I mean, I had to watch the back of my brother for years, it's the only thing that I was consistent in doing."[/color] [b]Faults:[/b] [color=7e57e2]"... honestly? I'm kind of protective of my friends. I'd sooner get in a brawl with someone for offending my friend than try to talk things out. Oh, and I'm violent when something gets to me, and normally I take it out on either a punching bag or a Shard, whichever is closer."[/color] [b]Text Color:[/b] [color=7e57e2]7E57E2[/color] [b]Theme Song:[/b] [url=https://youtu.be/Ufx2UglJxvg]I'm Getting Serious![/url][/center][/hider] [hider=The Bear][center] [img]https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/covers/images/000/819/956/large/dave-melvin-bear-dragon.jpg?1433808175[/img] [sup]this but imagine it much techier.[/sup] [b]Name:[/b] Papa Bear [b]Personality:[/b] Aggressive and ruthless while on the job, aloof and lazy when not. [b]Classification:[/b] Rook [b]Capabilities:[/b] Papa Bear is a physical powerhouse, capable of dealing heavy damage to Shard in seconds when on a physical level with them. This is in part due to the sheer strength and raw durability that Papa Bear wields, and is backed up even further by PBs special ability, dubbed by Copper as "Gore". Gore is simple, when a Shard that's already been damaged by PB takes more damage from PB physically, they're gonna feel it much worse. It's like rubbing salt in a wound, except there's a giant badass bear instead of some salt. Gore only works from attacks by PB, and will not accumulate from somebody else dealing damage. PB also has ranged capabilities, being able to fire energy blasts from it's maw when it can't approach an enemy with it's physical prowess. It should definitely be noted, though, that the ranged damage isn't very powerful, and merely is a way to chip small damage off of a Shard. Additionally, the blasts from PB do not count towards afflicting a Shard with Gore.[/center][/hider] There is a distinct lack of birds on this crew. What sort of blasphemy is this? I just hope my application makes the cut.