Arina is large, to start. With a height of 48",
she's tall even for a heron. Her wings reach 75" inches, so when she flaps she's got quite the lift. Though gargantuan, Arina is also graceful. Pretty, agile. Whatever you call it, there's something breathtaking about her long, sturdy legs; curving, lean body structure; and pointed beak.

Arina's plumage varies from ivory to powdery, sky blue to dark sapphire with every shade in between. Her bottom feathers are off-white, the color of some kinds of sand in her area. Overlapping those feathers is a layer of faint blue to sky shading. Topping that (messily) is the final layer of rich, calming sapphire.

Planted in the center of Arina's narrow head is a strong, sharp orange beak used to stab fish and throw prey into the air for eating. On either side of this deadly feature is a glassy, clear eye that sees even the most discreet glimmer of a fish scale.

Her legs are long and spindly, but don't be fooled. They have the ability to hold Arina's entire, massive body in the water for extended periods of time. Their strength is incredible, and they are very difficult to snap.

Lastly come Arina's wings. Huge, feathery things, they are. The scapulars are white, and the rest of the feathers are mostly gray except for the indigo tips. Each flap is formidable, and are used to scare away predators or challengers.

Arina is generally a loyal and charitable bird who tends to go with the flow. She believes in peace and serenity, and really hates confrontations. If a bird wrongs her, she's most likely to say something witty and cease to retaliate.

Arina is pretty much generous and kind to all birds, especially those in her kingdom. She believes in hospitality and is offended at rudeness. Arina is so social and agreeable that she often surrenders her own opinions to side with her friends'. Therefore, one shouldn't depend to much on Arina to side with them if you haven't said hello that morning, if you get my drift.

While she tends to change opinions, Arina is static in one aspect. Her loyalty to the Eastern kingdom is infallible. Undeniable! She would defend it with all her heart and words - maybe even talons. She normally a calm, intelligent being, however. Her intelligence is vast and her knowledge not lacking.

Though bright and compassionate, Arina is amazingly vulnerable when it comes to mating. She is weak when it comes to decision making, and is likely to pick the first male who attempts to impress her. She acts nervous and talkative around the opposite gender, bringing out her girly side.

Arina was born in a clutch of two, just her and her brother. The duo had quite a bit of fun together - as much as two chicks stuck in their Birth Nest are able to have, at least. Their mother was dedicated - though she spent most of the time hunting in the shallow water, she never failed to feed them and defend them.

Arina and her brother were watched over by a small flock of herons and ibises, and as fledglings got to interact with the other young birds. This led to Arina's social tendencies. Most of the flock was mellow and calm, and the young heron hardly ever had to deal with problems.

That is, until the death of her brother. As an adolescent, he had tried to show off to his sister his ability to catch fish. Arina had warned him that it looked to big to swallow... but he had thrown it in the air and gobbled the morsel all the same.

After her brother died by choking, Arina was alone. Since then, she had craved friendships and popularity to ease her loneliness. Living on the coasts of Florida in the Eastern Kingdom, Arina feels like she is a stranger in the place she belongs, with no family...

The sun peeked over the ocean's horizon, warming the salty breezes that wafted over the shore. Tall, swaying trees dotted the white, sandy shore, holding various herons and ibises, among other birds.

Arina swooped from her nest, gliding toward the shallow, calm water by the shore. Enjoying the wind ruffling her primary feathers, the Hen anticipated the day's feast. Fish? The aroma of salty flesh already enticed Arina.

Landing gently in the water, Arina balanced on her spindly legs and watched the water with a beady eye, searching for movement. While she waited, Arina considered herself. She was charitable, definitely; loyal, if a little indecisive, but what was wrong with that? Any Ren would desire her, right?

Ah, the charms of mating season.

Suddenly, a ripple in the water caught Arina's eye. Quick as a bolt of terrible lightning, her agile neck lunged for the prey. Arina's pointed beak broke through the water - her head was submerged.

Then, the beak sliced through a scaly fish, leaving the taunting hint of salt to tease the Hen's stomach. Spraying cold droplets from her waterproof feathers as her head shot up again, Arina flicked her freshly caught meal into the air and ruffled her blue feathers with pleasure as it slid down her throat.

Again, the Hen thought of her life.