Pennatus Kaefties

Pennatus "Penny" Kaefties was a member of the Aqua Team, at the Rosewood Institution.
==History==
Born on the Kulani Isle, Pennatus came from the home of one human, his father, and one Neoteric Zvira ‘Ka, his mother. He lived with his family happily, and while his father was mostly coldhearted and always caught up in work, his mother was kind and loving to him. The perfect mother, if you will. With most Zvira ‘Ka families, you teach your kid how to walk before he gets to be 3 weeks old. But for Penny? He learned how to fly. His mother would take him out and help him strengthen his wings, and the two would spend as much time as they could in the air, free. He stayed happily and loved until the age of 4, when his father decided to test something.
Is it possible to force someone to gain an affinity?
Against his mothers will, and in the stead of night, Pennatus’ father grasped his hand and took him on a fun little “trip” to the main island of Asix and swiftly abandoned Penny in the woods, with a promise to check up on him on his 18th birthday. Homeless, terrified, and with nothing but the clothes he had, Penny had no choice but to adapt to survive. The only reason he survived for as long as he did was due to his “gift,” the wings from his mother. His wings got him out of certain death experiences, allowing him to fly over the tops of the trees, away from the predators the ground had to offer. It’s not like he was invincible, however. He was only 4, after all, and he got into his fair share of problems. A wild boar deciding that Penny was a problem, a pack of wolves spotting what they thought to be just an abnormally sized bird taking a nap, a snake attempting to turn Penny into its breakfast. It was rough, but somehow, throughout all doubt, Penny survived.
A rumor started to spread throughout the nearby villages, about a baby angel living out in the forest. Hunters would go out on dares to try and capture this urban legend, to no avail. As the years progressed, the forest became home to Penny, and as he aged, he only got better at surviving. His hunter instincts gave him enough food and energy to survive, and that was how his life was.
For about 2 years.
A small family, hailing from a village a good distance from the forest, got lost in Penny’s newly found home. They weren’t aware of this urban legend, of the angel in the woods, the villagers deemed him. So when they came across a naked, scared kid, they didn’t try to harm him like the others did. They opened their arms and invited Penny in with kindness. It took some time, but Penny accepted their kindness, and was taken into this stranger's family. His life was finally starting to look up!
Of course, this is the part when the world got fucked over.
A year had passed, Penny was only seven years old. He had become family with his saviors, and after moving to a small village near the city of Flence, he helped with anything he could around the house, or what his new family needed. He didn’t have to hunt to eat, didn’t have to worry about where he was going to sleep, it was nice! This family seemed to be mildly upset about their current place of living, and they always told him “we don’t have the money, the rich people have all of it.” It took Penny a little bit to understand what that meant, but it painted a bad look in his mind towards the wealthy. Why couldn’t they share what they had? It would make everyone happy! He never could wrap his head around it. It would be a question that burned in his mind for many years to come. 
There was one thing that Penny’s new family tried to get him to do, and that was go to school. Penny hated the idea of school, being trapped in a small box of a room and being forced to learn stuff he didn’t like? Unimaginable. But eventually, he couldn’t say no any longer. There’s only so much that homeschooling can teach a student, no matter how fast they can learn. They spent months trying to find a backpack that would fit, and enroll him in a school with the rest of their kids, but they finally did it. 
The day came, Penny’s first day of school was here. He was oddly excited, yet at the same time horribly nervous. His adoptive parents opened the door and walked out, the rest of the family following behind. Penny took a moment to look up at the sky, cherishing the final moments he would have being outside. Taking a deep breath, he stepped outside…
And then the ground split open.
Shrieking in surprise, Penny leapt into the air, his wings flapping and keeping him afloat. His family, however… well they didn’t have wings. They were gone in an instant. He didn’t even have time to register their disappearance. Screams were heard from all over the village, buildings burnt and crumpled, or even vanished just the same. And all Penny could do… was watch.
He had lost everything again. In the matter of seconds, Penny was alone… just like before. The city was in ruins.. and so was he. He didn’t know what to do. 
A few days passed, and things weren’t getting better. And so, Penny did the only thing he could. Making a quick stop at the old house, he grabbed some comfortable clothes, his school backpack with as much stuff he could put in it, and a flail his “father” kept on the wall… and he returned to the forest, the trees from which he came. It was his mental safe space, and now… it was his physical one. The forest hadn’t been that greatly affected by these… rifts. 
He returned to his old ways of life, with a more domesticated approach in mind. He would bathe in rivers, wash his clothes alongside him, strategically hunt for food instead of latching onto it and hoping it’d die. That flail came in handy, though he did wack himself with it a lot of the time. It’s option to turn from flail to mace was the most useful, as he could use it as either a weapon or a tool if needed.
Many years have passed. Penny is 16. His life has been nothing but this, living in the wild, completely free. The wind would guide him from place to place, his wings riding the headwind of freedom. He had grown adept at both hunting and surviving. The clothes he had on were stolen from any unfortunate traveler to come through his forest, though he usually left them with a portion of food he had on hand.
And curse his old man… but he was right. Over the years, Penny found himself becoming one with the wind. He found himself returning to the city of Flence, specifically to his old neighborhood to keep an eye on it. Maybe it was the survivors' guilt, but he felt the need to help this small burrow of the world. The poverty had gotten way, way worse than it was before.
It started out small. Penny would fly into the big city of Flence, where the “richies” lived, and scour whatever money he could find from the streets and bring it back to the people who needed it. The faces he was met with when he handed them the money was all that he needed in return. The years progressed, and Penny got more daring. His confidence in his abilities were through the roof, stealing things like food, pocket watches, gold, and delivering them back to the poor. And due to his aerial superiority, he was incredibly difficult to catch. The more he stole, the more his reputation grew, both in positive and negative ways depending on who you’d ask.
His favorite place to frequent was the Flence orphanage, where he would often sneak in through one of the back doors, and with the help of some of the older kids, would distribute food and toys for the rest of the children. In return, there would be nights when Penny had to hide away at the orphanage, since the guards or king's men would be out looking for him.
He did this Robin Hood routine for two years, becoming an urban legend yet again, though not as a fallen angel, but as a guardian angel.
One night came, a night where Penny was doing his usual thing. It was a raid of a history museum this time around, Penny was feeling ballsy tonight. He had grabbed his fair share of items, stuff that would for sure sell well to some of the guilds outside of town. He was just about to leave when his eyes spotted something from across the room:
An Aethertech firespitter. Or at least that’s what the plaque said it did. Thinking he had just won the jackpot, Penny reached in to grab it.
Little did he know, he was sealing his fate.
His hand brushed against the power switch, and the firespitter exploded into- well, fire. The flames spread from wall to wall, encompassing the entire room. Smoke swiftly filled Penny’s lungs, and he spread his wings ready to fly… only to have the fire jump aboard. His snow white feathers burst into flames as they grazed the wooden banister, riding along with him as he launched himself out the window and into the night sky. And as the flames ate up his freedom, he plummeted to the ground, smashing into the concrete and rolling to a stop. The flames were snuffed out as his body rolled against the ground, and as Penny looked up at the stars, picturing himself far above the ground… his vision went black.
He awoke in cuffs, chained to a wooden post in a prison cell far too small for his liking. Guards were stationed at either side. A trial was to be had about his punishment, and the rich people were clamoring for his execution.
Figures.
He stood in front of a council, hours later. It seemed fairly unanimous on what his punishment was going to be, until one man changed his mind. From the crowds, a man stepped forwards, with a pen, paper, and a rose shaped pin on his chest. He raised his fist and asked for silence in the courtroom. When silence fell, he proposed his idea: “This thief has evaded our guards for years, he is clearly a talent that we can not afford to waste. I propose a different kind of punishment. Instead of executing this child, why not play to our strengths and send this kid to a school designed for people like him. A military school, where he won’t have the freedom to decide what he can and can not do. It’s a good way to get him out of our hair, and never have to deal with him again.”
The voice was shockingly familiar. Penny craned his head to look up at the councilman who proposed this idea… and was met with the eyes of his father. His real father.
The vote was passed, and Penny was subjected to the military academy. He was treated, while his wings remained charred and unusable. After another several hours of paperwork and back and forths, he had been signed up for the school. They returned his flail to him, stuck him in handcuffs, and put him on the boat to the Rosewood military academy. Before it was time to depart, he was stopped by his father, who leaned down to whisper something into his ear:
“Happy 18th, my Son.”
The boat departed from the dock, and a beaten Penny could only stare back at the monster that was his father. Soon, he couldn’t see anything but the sea. Tilting his head up from his chained position, he looked towards the oncoming island the academy sat on. 
If this was going to be his life, he was going to make the most out of it.
==Relations==
Solus Anima (Childhood Friend)
Team Aqua: Lathariel Damoria, Gylican Krest, Yorril Vanavor, Raum Praestigium, Cayden Gibson
Mentor: Octavian Van Decimus
==Skills and Abilities==
* Affinity to Wind/Lightning Magic
* Proficient with a Mace and a Flail, Swordplay, and Hand to Hand
* Wings
==Trivia==
* Penny can eat a banana with the peel still on
==Links==
===Social Links===
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