You let your birb sit on your head??
Haha! Nah, she’s a bit too big for my head. She sits on my shoulder though. Or she sits on the back of my chair to pose for pics with me.

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You let your birb sit on your head??
Haha! Nah, she’s a bit too big for my head. She sits on my shoulder though. Or she sits on the back of my chair to pose for pics with me.
Went up to the Hamburg reptile show over the weekend. Saw many gorgeous reptiles. Was tempted by a very pretty gecko but resisted; came home with just supplies and this guy instead. I am very excited about him; species-specific/correct bird paraphernalia excites me very much, and hyacinths are my favorite, as most of you know. His feet are zygodactyl and everything! And he is very soft. He needs a name.
Name
Purah the parrot. Just that.
Age
As old as demons are.
Birthday
December 1
Gender
Male
Sexuality
He’s currently not pursuing for love, but I guess you can say that he’s a demisexual.
Species
Fallen Angel
Likes
Mm, the kitchen, for one. Music, Cooking, pranking...
Dislikes
The Angels.
Personality
He’s childish, mischievous or serious. There’s no in between.
What can he do aside from existing like a normal demon?
As the former angel of forgetfulness, he can sense when one is in sorrow and helps them “forget”/move on with just putting his palm on their forehead. He’s also the angel of sleep, so he’s your go-to person when you can’t sleep.
The fall added a bit more to his powers—he can make you feel extremely hopeless and lost to the point it drives you to insanity. He can give you nightmares of the dead people you grieve, and forcefully take your soul and send it into oblivion, leaving your body as an empty shell of what it was once before.
One time, I was at a friend's house (surprisingly, I had friends at one point), and we were working on a thing. And he walks over to his bird's cage while I'm doing something on his computer and you just hear "OWWWW" so I looked over and his hand was bleeding because his macaw bit him.