"I don't like babysitting spoiled Santorian female brats. I had to do it for centuries. Now my curse is at an end. I am almost free. Funny, since I met Eve all I seem to do is wish to prolong my curse even further."
Argo(given to him by his sister)
Guide the Santorian female born of the mark
At one time anything wearing a skirt, now because of his curse, no one.
Eating field mice or rabbits
Mode of Transportation
Weapon of Choice
talons or beak
"I was a man once, revered by all who knew me. Men wanted to be me and women wanted me. Life was simple. Until one day the fates intervened and I met a woman, bedded her, and left her.
Who knew she was unstable and would kill herself. Better that, she was apparently a "chosen one" of an ancient people that protected mankind. The elders of her tribe found me and decided my fate. I was to be cursed.
Not just any old curse, no, they cursed me into a falcon's form. The only way i can be seen in my human form is when I am summoned by the next "Chosen One".
It gets better. Wait for it.
In my human form I am not corporeal : having no material body or form. like that of a ghost.
Yep, I can't even get laid.
Those bastards might as well have castrated me.
Better yet, they expect me to play nice. I might have to play the game but I won't play by their rules.
Remember that because I'm about to be fluent in two languages: Sarcasm and Swearing."