[b]Name:[/b] Orren Lafrie
[b]Gender: [/b] Male
[b]Age:[/b] 23
[b]Animal:[/b] Harpy Eagle

[b]Personality:[/b] Orren is nitpicky, easily angered, loud mouthed, has the patience of a wet feline, and loves using a wide array of color, offensive language. He's a little spitfire of a man. Orren doesn't like being bossed around, and in fact, prefers being the boss. He likes things done a certain way, and gets aggravated when they aren't. He holds little faith in the competency of others, living by the phrase "If you want something done right, do it yourself". However, although he may seem unapproachable and brash, he's mostly all bark and no bite. Orren likes to pretend he's tough so that other people won't mess with him. Sometimes it works, but most of the time it gets him in more trouble. He's very self conscious; he'll verbally rebuke anything anyone says about him, but when it's said and done, it really gets to him. He doesn't like his height, he doesn't like his personality, he doesn't like the way he automatically pushes people away and assumes the worse of everyone. He doesn't like [i]himself.[/i] 

[b]Other:[/b] Orren never gained the ability to shift between forms. What you see is what you get. Project A. 

[b]Appearance:[/b] Orren is a lean and short man, standing at a whole 5'5". He only weighs 110 pounds, his bones light and hollow to allow for flight. This also makes him fairly fragile. He did, fortunately, gain the ability to heal from bone injuries quickly. Orren's hair is dark grey and feathery. His eyes are a light, steel grey. His skin is pale, his arms and legs covered with light little feathers rather than body hair. Each finger and toe sports a small but sharp talon, akin to those of the animal he was spliced with. On his back he carries two large, feathered wings. The outside feathers are dark grey, while the underside plumage and down is white with grey speckles. 
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[b]History:[/b] Orren was raised by a mother who had him at the grand age of 16. She didn't really want to keep him, but did on account of her friends giving her flack about abortion and giving him up for adoption. Orren was often set aside in favor of parties and late nights out on the town. He was either left in the hands of the girl's parents or her boyfriend at the time. Orren never really knew his father. 

When he reached 17, he got fed up with his bird brained mother and moved out. Unable to afford college and barely getting by on his own, Orren's life was an uphill battle. He lived in the crappiest, cheapest apartments the city had to offer, had few friends who could get past his sharp personality, and spent most of his time working. He had two jobs: one at a coffee shop (customer service was NOT his strong point), and one as a cashier at a Walmart. He hated them both with a passion. 

The night he was taken, Orren was on his way home from his Walmart job, about to change, take a shower, guzzle a Red Bull, and go off to his coffee shop job. A large, nondescript van pulled over and he was hauled inside. This happened a couple months ago, and he's been unhappily living at the facility since.