Jaoc, the Easygoing Eagle
#6 of Meet the Studs
Yep, another Stud. And there's tons more where he came from, but interest and response to these little bios seem to have nosedived, so this is probably the last of these I'll be posting before getting back to some serious writing. Yes, that includes writing that involves all these babes I've been developing and posting for your brief reading pleasure.
Just need to come up with a name.....
Jacob Wallace
Species: Bald Eagle
Age: 29
Height: 7' 3" ft
Weight: 751 lbs. (The wings add a lot to the weight)
Appearance: Monstrously muscled with a massive wingspan, Jacob is as regal and majestic as avian naguals come. Bulging, rippling slabs of pecs, clearly striated and jutting inches out from his chest, built from years of hoisting his own formidable body weight in flight. Enormous arms like muscled battering rams, a long, sloping wall of tough, swelling abs stretching outward into shredded obliques and lats that could clog a throne room doorway, wide waist and powerful, rounded thighs carpeted in rough, tawny feathers, with a fluffy, snowy coating running from the sculpted alps of his shoulders and traps up to the summit oh his head and topped with a cute set of narrow, feathered, cat-like ears and teeny, curliy-cued headfeathers. Even his wings are ripped with steel-cord like sinew and rippling with sheer, superhuman strength, capable of ballooning even larger that his biceps when flexed.
He's a casual, outdoorsy kinda guy, and his dress reflects his demand for comfort; a simple, tight, black muscle shirt with a sleeveless denim jacket and old overalls, straps stretched taut over his mountains of avian muscle. He prefers going barefoot most of the time, but has a dingy old pair of worn high-tops to go out in when appropriate. He always wears his favorite accessory, a small, black beret his head tipped over an ear, in addition to his trusty camera and an emerald ring in the right nostril in his beak, glinting under his handsome, confident brown eyes.
Personality: Adventurous, Bold, Kind, Workaholic. Jacob has always been possessed of an insatiable thirst for adventure and boundless energy and determination. He can't stand being still for too long and is always taking off to do something or other. A good multi-tasker and extremely open-minded, he has a wide variety of hobbies and passions: wildlife and nature photography; mining for precious stones; volunteer work; wrestling; or just a simple, exhilarating joysoar through the skies. He's seemingly always working on something or going somewhere and is perpetually eager to learn and teach.
A former member of the military, having enlisted to pay for college, and then joining the setting's equivalent of the Peace Corps, Jacob fostered a strong sense of justice and respect for his fellow man, but also developed a deep love for nature and culture from his five years spent abroad on duty. He's a bit of a drifter, not technically employed anywhere, and takes every opportunity to fly for some new, interesting destination to snap photos of, explore just hang out with locals, and maybe sow some wild oats, if he's pent up enough. He has difficulty finding lodgings and making money, but he's content with his lifestyle and is well-versed in a variety of survival techniques for living off the land.
As mentioned before, he doesn't deal with inactivity well and breaks into fits of fidgety, nervous behavior if forced to sit still or be indoors for too long. Of course, he's also poor, doesn't have a source of income and is technically homeless, so to some people this birdie may not seem like the best catch, but his heart and fiery spirit more than make up for it. He'd be extremely successful in just about anything if he didn't so badly crave freedom and adventure.
He has a soft spot for metal and jazz, things that shimmer in the sun, crackers and the tactile, dirt-under-your-nails satisfaction of accomplishing a goal.
Random Fun Facts:
Is a major Lucha Libre fan and practices any chance he gets at an armadillo buddy's backwayrd/gym, dyeing wild colors over his "bald" head and fashioning gauche, lewdly tight spandex getups for himself to enhance the effect. When asked why he doesn't go pro and make he killing, he says, lacking any hiny of arogance, that'd it wouldn't be fair. Plus, his wings would block all the action.
More than a teensy bit gullable, Jacob's a little too interested in supporting the homeopathic medecine business. The bachelor nest her rarely roosts at is unkempt enough as i is without reeking of heavy incense and filled with ever-incresing piles of unsold herbal med boxes, but at least he makes a point of trying everything at least once. It's given the locals some great picks.
Is known to practice pagan seances, or his ramshackle fascimile of them, way out in the wilds when he's feeling particularly morose.
Wears a makeup clam-mirror around his neck just so he can reliably see underneath the mountanous shelf of his pecs.
Has never taken a single photo of someone without first asking permission. Course, people usually turn him away or, more likely, beg him to pose and flex and try to pop his overall straps by simply bouncing his pecs(he can, often and usually quite by accident; he has a supply of Nagual Outfitters discount cards lent to him by friends) first, to which he resignedly aggres before he can snap a shot of them. But he never takes it then and there; once assured it's ok, he instead leaves and keeps an eagle eye upon them from a great distance, to ensure they aren't aware of his presence, and waits till he can capture a moment of what's clear even to him as a moment of great personal weight and importance to his subject. He accepts no payment for this service, picks his subjects out of a strange, personal code regarding what interests him, and soon after emails the one and only copy to his model before vanisihing into the skies, never again to meet.