The cycle of life has always been a simple one. People are born. They
grow and struggle to make sense of the chaos of the world around them.
Eventually they either succeed, grow in wisdom or fail and die. Thus
returning to the cycle of life. Yaralla has always understood this. He
left his tribe early on, when it became apparent his sense of order differed
from others. He understood that civilization and laws are how society
strove to make order out of the chaos of the lands. Lawless banditry and
needless chaos hindered healthy growth of the populace. It distressed them,
created unrest, and instability. Removing that instability brings peace and
happiness to a population, making them content... And pliable. Yaralla
understands this... And the gifts granted him by his people aid him in
achieving his goal. There is power in being recognized as a figure of
Justice and Order. There is also a rush of adrenaline to be found when
utilizing ones tools and ability to impose their will upon the world and
those who may oppose it. Being a curious one, Yaralla decided to set out
and see just where his view of the world will take him...
Description:
This avian is approximately five and a half feet tall and is whipcord
thin. His eyes are a fierce golden color and resemble that of a falcon.
His face is extremely sharp and angular and is lightly covered with a thing
downy coating of blue feathers. The blue continues down his body and wings,
darkening to a royal blue along the upper part of his wings. There is a
notably large patch of white underneath the blue on both of his wings. His
flattened nose is a mark of the violence in his past, his mouth an angular
slash across the bottom part of his face. A smattering of yellow freckles
mar his two tone feathers in a haphazard fashion. His limbs are slightly
elongated and covered with wiry cords of muscle.
