

"Shh, shh, shh. Don't worry about it, doesn't this breeze feel magnificent?"
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Twillabelle Eerin (Tilly)
∞ Sex ∞
Female
∞ Race ∞
Beastfolk || Strigiformes (Owl)
∞ Age ∞
31
∞ Dialogue Color Number ∞
#C36241 || [Rust]


Twillabelle Eerin, or Tilly as she would suggest instead is a free spirit at her very core. Being born with feathers and a pair of wings tends to do that to a person. Laughter comes to her easy, and her voice is as breezy as the winds that pass beneath her wings. She doesn't let things that are too far out of her control get her down, and she goes with the current of the air. Tilly's not what one would call overly serious, and she brings a certain levity when she walks or flies into a room. She's a friendly individual, if overly fond of sarcasm and quick wit.
And to think she's a timid creature based on the fact that she's beastfolk with an owl aspect, is simply judging a book by it's cover. It's not uncommon to find her perched on someone's shoulder, simply accompanying them. She tries to be a kind person, and she'd never turn away a person in need. Call it the curse of a healer, but Tilly cannot just allow an injury or illness go untreated. Whether it's major or minor, she's always willing to mend a broken limb or simply banish a sniffle.
Tilly's not completely atypical from the idea of an owl, and it's not completely surprising to learn that she's beastfolk. While she lacks the dreary silence that usually accompanies the thoughts of owls, Tilly still possesses an elegance. There's a hint of pride in there, but it's nothing overbearing, and moments of nobility do occasionally shine through. But most of all, she is intelligent. Despite her happy-go-lucky attitude, she can at times be truly insightful and her foresight is nothing to scoff at. Oh! And don't let her helpful and easy manner fool you, owls are predators and Tilly's no different. Find enough buttons to press, and she can be quite the spitfire, with a razor sharp tongue and a willingness to end confrontation quickly. She's never the aggressor mind you, but again she's not afraid to finish what's started. She's best described as... Precise when all of her easiness drains from her.
Pansexual and willing.
∞ Likes ∞
Warm air currents, cloudless days, feathers, preening, wind, flight, fresh air, hunting, and being helpful whenever possible.
∞ Dislikes ∞
Shoes, rain, walls and roofs, sudden loud noises, and conflict that she has to finish.
∞ Fears ∞
Cages, being forever landbound, and letting someone die in her care.





It was not to say that Tilly's parliament were antisocial. Every so often, they flew near a forest town and lingered for a while. A few of her cousins even told stories about roosting in the rafters of a great hall, watching as the people below danced in frilly laced dresses, powdered wigs, and talking in a silly accent. These cousins weren't the only ones who had such adventures. She'd leave the parliament for days at a time, usually with another or a few others and they always returned with a story to tell. Tilly's walked the streets of magnificent, technological wonder of a city, perched on many weathervanes of tiny farms, and even lingered on the shoulder of a king just to say that she did.
But even that wasn't enough to fulfil Tilly. She grew... Bored, in a sense. Make no mistake, she was happy and content with her parliament but she was growing restless. It was on one of these ventures with her parliament into a small human settlement that Tilly found her out. Nearby the town was a majestic castle built into the cliffs. It... Called to her, if you could believe that. An owl's foresight is something to be trusted, so she asked around and gathered that it belonged to a Guild. The Remnant Guild, to be exact. Their goal was to find and protect the Remnant, the last piece of the ancient crystal spoken about in her parliament's legends. She had to join, to try and protect this new world she loved so dearly. And if she gets to see new sights and meet new people, well, that's just a bonus.