Ugh, hey. I’m not exactly the youngest member of the metaphorical flock anymore, but I’ve still got some fight in me… right? As a Braviary girl in their 30’s, the name’s Betsy. I fought for the Air Force, and I was damn good at it! But now I’m covered in scars, physical and mental. What I saw I can’t unsee. And it hurts. And I’m damn upset about it.

As a Braviary, I’m rather large, at 6’4, with a figure that holds up. I have feathers similarly colored to the American flag, majestic and proud.