Sigurd - Barn Owl

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Character Information
Name: Sigurd
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Species: Barn Owl

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Physical Description: 
An average sized barn owl with dark tan, gray, and black mottling over his back, wings, and tail. His belly and the underside of his wings are bright white, while is heart shaped face shows a bit of brown around the eyes and beak. He has no visible scars. Sigurd's eyes are large, and as black as volcanic glass. 

Personality: 
Sigurd is an intelligent creature, but has usually preferred his time alone over being with others. There are however, a few that he will tolerate for extended periods of time. His favorite time to be active, like most owls, is late evening and night, but there are times when he will go out in the day. He likes to travel, and may be seen doing so in the day time, rather than at night. He's an excellent hunter, with his heart shaped facial disc, offset ears, and powerful night vision. He can sense the heartbeat of a mouse under a foot of snow from the air. He isn't afraid to take a few risks, but when it comes to a fight, he'll likely try to avoid it if at all possible. 

He's got a hard time with trusting others enough to call them friend, but if you do gain his trust, and get on his good side, you've got a very loyal friend indeed. He will stick with you through the toughest times, and help you with anything he can. He has a big heart, and tries to be kind when he can. It's hard to make him angry, but when you do, he will either fly away, or you will feel the rake of his talons across your ear or back. That isn't very often though. He tries to maintain his composure as much as possible. Unlike some, he knows his size, he knows his place in the world, and he knows that there are limits to what he can and cannot do. 

History: At least two good paragraphs about your character's history.
Sigurd was born to Alenea and Luxid, in a small hollow of an ancient oak tree in the shadow forest. He was hatched with two other siblings. Freyja, his sister, and Keir, his brother. They all hatched in the early spring season, and were raised to fledglings in the hollow. Their parents were quite diligent, bringing insects at first, then stepping up to rodents and other small prey. It was a good life in the hollow, snuggled next to the two other fluffy owlets. Their parents took turns telling stories while the other was out hunting, and kept the young owls entertained. They often had visits from a sparrow that lived in a nearby tree. He would twitter and sing songs when he would visit. It was quite lovely. 

Learning to fly was difficult, but exciting! The owlets were taken out one by one and taught how to use their wings. How to hop from branch to branch until they could quite easily get around the tree, then when their parents were sure that they were ready, they took their first leap from the tree. The first flight was always awkward, and Sigurd's was no exception. He'd nearly forgotten to flap his wings in all of the excitement, but managed to pull through and make it to the next tree over. This practice continued for the next few days until all three were quite good at flying from one tree to another, all the way around their family oak. 

Over the next few months, they became excellent flyers, just like their parents. Silent on the wing and deadly in an attack. They'd learned the killing dive. Sigurd had found it particularly easy. They were hunting their own prey now. Unfortunately for the three young owls, this also meant that it was time to strike out on their own. To find their own hollows, and make their own lives. 

He'd found a hollow on the other side of the shadow forest, tucked into a huge, gnarled oak. High up in the branches and on the side sheltered from the cold winds and weather. From there he had a perfect view of the night sky. 

Sigurd's first winter was difficult, but he'd learned how to track the muffled scratching and scuffling of rodents buried under heavy snow and ice. How to smash through the ice layer and dig for his prey. How to avoid predators larger than himself too, especially those that wanted to steal his catch. 

He's lived in this hollow for a while now. From time to time he will see one of his siblings or his parents, but mostly keeps to himself. He enjoys his quiet little life. He's lined his hollow with the softest mosses and down. Gathered all sorts of little trinkets and treasures to decorate. Shiny rocks, shells, crystals, small skulls, even tiny bones and feathers from other birds. 

From time to time he will travel to find new treasures for his nest, or to seek out friends. 

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