Email: Bmuch@aol.com

Species: Gryphon

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Territory/Origin: A distant planet near the star Alpha Centauri (mainly in the heavens)

Appearance: I would call myself a normal sized gryphon, about the size of a large horse. I am an ebony black that has a beautiful sheen in the sunlight with a white diamond on my forehead. Inside the diamond is the Libra zodiac sign. It is a small symbol; light blue; the color of Libra. My eyes are like deep pools of water, a brilliant blue, giving me a stare that is most intimidating. My beak and talons, as sharp as a katana, cut through my enemies like a wolf devouring a kill. And my wings, all colors of the rainbow, are delicatly placed on the skin and bone. They carry me through the air, every black tip flashing in flight. My gryphon's body is strong and powerful, every muscle ready to pounce at any moment danger is seen. The lion's tail sprouts feathers from the base, giving me the power of balance. And last my Gryphon Song Stone, the one true thing that makes me, me. Delicatly carved by the elves out of silver and precious gems, it gives me the power to summon, and call upon the strength of my allies. It dangles from my feathered neck by a choker of stone made by my father, the gryphon king, Osiris. The jewel means everything to me, and so do my friends.

History/Bio: I know that some of you may already be saying that Aubrey is a male gryphon's name. It so happens that I didn't name myself; anyway, it means "Ruler of the Elves". I am a young adult female who's parents were lions. My father, Osiris, was turned into a gryphon, by his jelous brother, Tifan. I wasn't hatched yet; I wasn't even layed yet; so pardon the sudden drop of this topic! Osiris and my mother, are the sun gods of Alpha Centauri. That makes me of a high class. I am one of the only gryphons that can play the tin whistle, (a type of Celtic flue) and I create beautiful ancient winged ones tunes to leave all of my troubles behind. My best friend is a winged wolf named Omega. I usualy call him "Silver Raven" because of his background as a "prince" of his species. His grandfather was "Black Raven", and his mate is "White Raven". My other friends include some humans who I shall not mention at this time. Now, I still reside in or near the heavens of my distant world, having music fests with the elves, and the winged wolf and cougar priests. But, a great evil has overcome us, so know I must fight in my secret identity of a human so as not to be seen.