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Age: 437 years
Size: 2.1 ft tall
Species: Swollows
Job: Species Leader
Likes: Quiet, De-stressing, Passionate People
Dislikes: Having others get caught up in her life
Notable contributions: Philanthropist and Entertainingly Skewed Statistic
Original Creator: Enforcer
As the head of the swollows Red has a noticeably imposing presence, bearing the sizable shell and piercing gaze of the hawk species it is based on. Most would consider this her defining feature, were it not for the fact that it is contrasted with an overwhelming sense of fragility. Her shell is burdened by an expanse of black crystal where her left wing should be, leaving her impaired and incapable of flight. It is also not unusual to find her shell scratched or lightly damaged.
The swollows both openly pity and praise her for going on despite her circumstances, finding the fact that the crystals have grown too deep to be removable without complications a shame, as this means that she will never experience flight like any of her peers. Most of them have a deep running admiration for her, recognizing Red as a bit of a martyr and as the spitting image of the word "resolution."
In a sense, she invites an aura that dares you to underestimate the old and injured bird. To think less of her so that she can prove to you just how wrong you really are.
...You know, if only she could find time in her busy schedule between avoiding falling rocks, filling out paperwork, and not being blown up to do so.
"A ruler needs resolve."
Red often mutters this mantra to herself before big events whenever she is unguarded enough to not notice the tweep paparazzi stalking closely following her with recording equipment in the hopes of a good shot. This fact isn't very surprising seeing that living her life must be a very stressful ordeal, but for what it's worth, Red has an obnoxiously stubborn amount of resolve, if nothing else.
Those who have seen her speeches will often describe her as a very passionate and knowledgeable person, one with a fiery goal that they are not likely to give up on anytime soon. In fact, while she isn't usually known for taking strong stances on matters besides medicine and justice, she is not one to easily budge when challenged. Unfortunately for her, anyone looking closely enough will find that her eyes are just a tad too expressive for her own good, betraying a weary and tired but warm and determined persona.
Owing to Red's longer-than-usual-life, her history is quite extensive. There has been no change in the leadership of the swollows for over 300 years, and while some will claim to be tired of it, most will argue that there is simply no better candidate to take the spot, and so, Red's rule continues much like it has for a long, long time.
Truth be told, it is considerably easy to think of the length of her rule as a statistical impossibility as most of it was spent seemingly hanging off a thread, with the amount of both assassination attempts and horrible accidents she experiences being noticeably abnormal, even for a species leader.
She describes her early life as one of misfortune, in her own words she had always suffered from not being able to do what her peers could, being both quite fragile and suffering from circumstances beyond her control. According to her she would've wallowed in despair until she had met her end were it not for her brethren the swollows, who saved her and gave her a second chance and showed her that there was still something worth living for.
Today she dedicates her life to paying back the favor, to the swollows and to anyone else willing to listen, both in politics and in altruism.
Stormchased: Red's life is constantly threatened by any multitude of assassination attempts or unavoidable freak accidents, to the point where it is rare for her to not go through a single life or death situation on any given week. She's become considerably numb to it all, claiming that if a simple sniper was enough to take her out then she was simply not good enough to fulfill her duty. Over the years she has become increasingly more and more brazen regarding her safety, which most attribute to a combination of exhaustion and a skewed sense of normality.
• Many a debate have been had about whether she's extremely lucky to have survived the things she has or extremely unlucky to have gone through said things in the first place. Many others will also jokingly debate the idea that if she's lived for this long past her species' usual life expectancy with death breathing down her neck the entire time, then maybe she just won't die at all, ever.
Obviously, Red having obtained the worst possible version of immortality by complete and utter chance is unlikely. Having said that, though, the possibility is always there, really. It's not like anyone has ever seen her die as of the writing of this entry, I guess. I wouldn't bet on her never dying, but I'm also not about to stop you from doing so. (What I will do, however, is keep you updated through this entry on if she ever does decide to die. Between you and me, my money's on November 12th next year.)
• Red's status as forever-on-the-brink-but-never-off-the-cliff has earned her major amounts of notoriety in many circles, many of which seem to interpret her case as a "challenge", resulting in a surprisingly massive underground gambling and contract killing scene surrounding the date of her eventual (?) demise.
Many gamblers attempt to game the system by trying to create self fulfilling prophecies, that is, hiring professionals to murder Red on the date they bet on. Obviously not a single one of these has succeeded so far, which has only served to further her infamy in these circles, which has only served to increase the amount of people betting on the date of her death, which has only served to increase the amount of attempts on her life being made and so on and so on. Nowadays, trying to take her life is treated as an initiation of sorts for many organized crime groups. Quite literally just hunting for sport.
• Most of the swollows find it incredibly rude that everyone's so amused with their leader constantly having to dodge the cold grasp of death. Everyone else however finds it incredibly annoying that they won't let us have our fun at the expense of the old coot. Live a little, won't you?
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