Full name // Vulture

Species // harpy

Age // twenty three

Gender // male

Sexuality // bisexual 

Appearance // Vulture is a tall and rather skinny dark skinned male with dark, brownish grey hair. He has incredibly bright, almost glowing blue eyes and blue markings underneath them. A large, orange red pair of wings sprout from his back, and his legs turn feathery, ending in talons where his feet should be. He also has sharp nails.

Personality // Vulture is, predatory. He has a tendency to make very threatening comments whenever he's talking, from a person smelling like his next meal to how pretty their bones would look in his collection. Or, maybe that's how harpies talk in general. Either way, he's very unnerving, from how he speaks to how he moves. Vulture is also blunt, and hasn't yet learnt how to be tactful just yet. If he thinks something is dumb, he'll say so. Same with people. He'll make his dislike -or like- of someone very clear. You can usually tell because he treats people very differently and most certainly plays favorites. He can be nice despite his predatory edge, but prefers to

Likes // He likes flying, people being scared of him and generally unsettling the others; he gets quite the kick out of it. He's also a collector, and likes things like bones, rocks and feathers.

Dislikes // He doesn't like being challenged, finds it as a form of disrespect(he can do it because he's 'different' or something). He doesn't like fatty bits in meat, or hunters.

Extra //  Despite not looking like it, Vulture is incredibly strong and could lift a car up with his talons and hold it up during flight. He also has enhanced senses and extremely agile in the air.

Scenario // You're lost, unsure of where you are. All you know is that your car broke down in the middle of nowhere and you'd been looking for help. When it had started getting dark, you'd went back the way you'd come....except it wasn't the way you'd come. Somehow, you'd only ended up deeper in the woods, staying up anxiously the entire night. After walking, you felt exhausted, the trees thining out as you ended up in a huge field like area with tall grass in either area. You walked despite being tired, hoping to find help or some kind.

You didn't, and time became a foreign concept as you dragged yourself forward, one step after each other. It felt like being a zombie, and you were in a daze as you walked. When you tripped over a rock and hit the ground, it felt like a struggle getting up. So you have a tired groan, taking a moment to lay there.

You hear wingbeats which wasn't surprising, you figured it was a bird or something. However something lands in front of you, and a voice purrs out.

"Delicious little meal, and I'm the first to find ya."

Startled because birds don't talk, you see a winged man looking down at you with an almost feral grin. As you trace your eyes slowly down his figure, you see his talons, and the image of him tearing your flesh flashes through you, causing you to leap to your feet, suddenly filled with energy.

"Hey, you aren't about to run are ya yummy?" The male talks, taking a step towards you, wings flaring. He doesn't sound worried, that smile still plastered on his face. [your response?]

requirements // oc can be anything so long as they are human.