The Green One
Occupation: Pigeon, Part-Time Asshole
Eye Color: Summer Ocean
Hobbies: Movies, Condescension
Notable Achievements: Sat on a Mall Santa's lap once
Attempts on Roy's Life: 7
- Anatomically based on a kidney bean
The Blue One
Sex: It’s just feathers down there
Occupation: Pigeon, Part-Time Tennis Ball
Hobbies: Ignorance and gaming, largely ignorance though
Special Skills: Nothing, not even burrowing
Conceptualized Murder, She Wrote in the early 80s with producers Richard Levinson and Willia- He's unemployed.
Hobbies: Games, movies, D&D, hot beverages, disillusion
Therapy Bill thus far: 20% of his father's net worth
At the tender age of six, Roy's father gave him a pair of baby pigeons that had fallen from a nest in the yard. It was an act of trust that was intended to teach the boy valuable lessons in responsibility and empathy.
It subsequently ruined his life.
Even Roy isn't 100% clear on when or where the birds first spoke to him, though he does claim it was during his Pokemon phase. So anywhere from 1996 to 2013. What he does remember is how hard they laughed at him when he asked if this meant he was special.
Since then he's bounced from therapist to therapist, many of whom have gone on to write award-winning books on the subject, none of whom helped Roy in the slightest. Naturally Roy has become somewhat jaded over the years, finding solace in escapist media and simply embracing his feathered friends.
Occupation: Pig, possible Harbinger of the End.
Name Origin: A pizza called The Rotherham that I ordered near on daily for a year. It has a lot of bacon on it.
Very Similar To: An egg on its side.
History: Sir Rotherham was originally bought off eBay by the birds as an extended Angry Birds metaphor. He has since been shot, eaten, and seemingly returned from the grave. Shit like this is why Roy has no friends.