Do'cur Zakar's Application. ((Accepted))

[Praetor 1550]

MC Username:~~~~~

--SpamShok

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Rp Username (be sure to include prefix, look up on info thread):~~~~~

--Do'Zakar

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Character Skillset:~~~~~

--Seeing as he will be a gladiator, his swords will be set to 100, and will be able to weild a saber with surprising skill. Through 2 years in the arena, he has learned even more, and is quite skilled now, in single combat, or small group combat. Though, like all, he can get better.

--His prowess in wrestling has yet to be trained, but he is a quick and agile person, and will use his speed, and the slowness of the other to take the advantage. The arena taught him much in this sector, and he has become a quick and agile wrestler, with a peculiar fighting style.

--Apart from the above, he has basic training in the weilding of a bow, and an axe, and is acceptably good with an axe, though he is far from exceptional. He can hunt reasonably well, but anything past this, is not for this question, and will be talked about later!

So, to clear it all up:

-Sword: 100

-Wrestling: 70

-Bow: 15

-Axemastery: 55

If we don't get a new skill reset. I will keep the ones I have already wich consist of:

-Lumberjacking: 29

-Swords: 100

-Mining: 47

-Farming: 23

-Excavation: 25

-Archery: 7

-Wrestling: 14

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Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender):~~~~~

-Kha'Pantera. He will start at the age of 18, and is a male. He has the classical pantera black fur, and is moderately tall, standing at 6.1ft. His eyes are maroon. His is muscalar, and lean. Not a hulking mass of muscle and no brain, but more of a smooth river, powerful, yet quick and whitty. He possesses long claws on each hand, though he keeps them trimmed short. His ears are smaller than the norm. He has short black whiskers, and long sharp teeth. his tail possesses a small white spot on the end, and is surprisingly long. He holds great pride in it.

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Personality:~~~~~

--Ahh...personality, my favorite. Well Do'Zakar is a quiete, and calm person, calculating and precise, always going straight to the point, and not bothering with little embellishments. He prefers to listen, rather than talk, and ends up unerving many people by his silence, and blank eyes. Though behind this apperantly blazé façade, his mind is constantly in activity, and if you manage to pierce the facade, you will find a kind enough, and caring person/cat((?)). He is slightly arrogant, and tends to look down on other species, though not as much as some, regarding them more as wolves than as apes. Smart enough, and potentially dangerous. He is also proud, and insulting him, will only lead to greif on your side. For while he will not attack you instantly, carried away by rage, he will use his strong self-control, and while he may be raging inside, he will catch the rude/insulting person by cunningness and surprise, rather than brute force. Towards other Kharajyn, he is like I said before, calm, quiete, and generaly unemotional on the outside, preffering to hide emotions, for no real reason other than he favors that. He believes to be slightly superior to most of them, because of his status as a gladiator, but tends not to show that, preffering not to get into useless fights.

In the Arena, on the other hand, he is a a little different. Leaving his blank façade, and more relaxed appearance for a more impatient, joyful attitude, loosing most of his self-control, and tending to yell out, or indugle in certain things he would not do outside of the arena. But once he leaves it, and the adrenaline fades away, he once again becomes as stated above. Like all Kharajyr, he loves cake. He is also quite loyal to his friends.

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A short bio of your character, including how they became a Kharajyr:

--Do'Cur Zakar was born about 18 years ago, to a strange couple of panthera parents in a small hut, in the poorer parts of the city. His father was a lowly guard, and his mother a healer. All his youth, he wished to become better than his father, and be a great guard. And from the time he could pick up and wield a blade, he did so. Training with his father. His father quickly became proud of him, as his son grew better and better with a blade, seeming to have a natural hand with the saber...But something worried both his father and mother, Zakar seemed to be enclosed upon himself, not having many friends and barely ever showing his emotions. And one day, when he was 10, his father brought him to a gladiator combat, as a present for his birthday, and he was entranced, and fell in love with the arena. For he thought no more of being a guard, or a moonblade, but dreamed of the sands of the arena, and the glory that could be brought to him in it. He felt as if something inside him had opened, showing him his real path, the path of the gladiator. And with renewed will, he trained with his weapons, becoming better every day, his inplacable will to accomplish his dream backing him up like any friend could. And he went to every gladitorial combat he could, watching and learning, becoming a "regular" for even the smallest fights, entrance by them. And dreaming to be one day the one to finish victorious on those sands. At the age of 14, nothing more counted, and he barely had any friends. Sadly, his parents did not agree with his passion, and at the age of 15, he left his family house, forsaking his klan, and living alone, in a small hut next to the Arena, with only his sword and his clothes with him. By now he had become greatly skilled with his sword, and wished to join the ranks of the gladiators, his dream leading him on through the misery and hunger of his life, towards his goal.

And so it is that one day he enrolled, and was accepted, becoming finally his dream, at the age of 16. A gladiator, or a Do'Pi. And through long trial, and a year of combat, through cunning, speed and skill, through pain, tears and courage, through humiliation and glory, he finally reached the end of a competition, to face the champion, and the choosen one.

((Here, I will go into more detail)) It was a sunny, and bright day, when he walked out onto the sands of the arena, raising his arms as he heard the cheers of the crowd, a wide grin appearing on his face as he stared at his oppenent, walking slolwy up to him, basking in the yells of the crowds, gripping his saber in on hand, a small shield in his other. As he reached the center of the bloody arena, he inspected his oppenent carefully, seeing in front of him a exceptionnaly tall, and hugely muscled beast, with small, brutish eyes. He smiled wickedly, stupidity would keel the beast. He raised his sword, pointing it towards the stand where the emperor sat. jerking his head upwards and howling a long, high-pitched cry of defiance, as the crowds cheered both of them once more. The champion looked at Zakar for a long moment, before raising his huge broadsword up and roaring, the joy of combat already visible in his eyes. "Begin" yelled the overwatcher of the combat, as the champion leaped forward with a roar, swinging his huge blade at Zakar.

Zakar lept back quickly, dodging the blade, and spinning away to the side, slashing at the beasts side as he did so, grazing him lightly...And so it went on for twenty minutes, both of them trading blows and and receiving them, as well as wounds. The champion receiving a cut on his leg and chest, while Zakar was slashed in the arm and on the back. As they spun around, gasping for breath, the beast attacked once more, and as Zakar retreated, he slipped on the sand, falling back onto it as his supporters in the crowd cried out in dismay. The champion lept forward with a cry of triumph, satbbing his sword downwards, but Zakar was too fast, and as he rolled o the sie, he stabbed upwards, and the beast, having no time to stop himself, was impaled upon his saber. Zakar got up, roaring, as the crowds screamed in joy of the blood.

But his glory was not to last long, for a mere month after his success, the mountain of their island was destroyed, and they fled on the ships, he like all others…And now, he must starts anew, still the chosen one, but left without his soul and heart, a great emptiness that the sands of the arena filled once, yet to be refilled…

((FYI, Xerdun and Lykos accepted the fact that my char is the current champion))

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Character's ambitions:

--He is a gladiator, his ambition is to reach the highest, and become the legend to beat all legends. The choosen one of Mitzil, and the favourite of the emperor. Though he would never admit it, or show it, he also seeks a mate, to bring something more to his life than the sands of the arena.

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"As you travel through the Karakatuan sands, you find a human trespassing on your nation's lands. He approaches you, obviously distressed, and asks for any food, water, or shelter that you can provide, then tells you he has been lost in the area for days without any proper supplies. How do you react?":

--Do'Cur Zakar looks at the man groveling in front of him thoughtfully, his hand resting idly on his saber hilt, as his tail flicked around like a snake. He tilts his head slightly to the side, his eyes blank as he stares at the human. "P-please…I need..food…and drink…or I will die…." croaks the human, kneeling in front of him. Do'Cur Zakar hisses disdainfully as the creature grabs at his leg, sharply hitting him in the face, pushing him backwards as he says in a low voice "Do not touch me….inferior." He suddenly shakes his head, his ears twitching in annoyance as he throws a small bottle of water and a little piece of dried meat to the human. "Mitzil will decide what will happen to you." he says shortlly, before spinning around, his tail slapping the human on the face as he walks back the way he came from, his face as blank as before.

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2.

As you romp through the lands of the "apes", you come across a tavern. Inside this tavern, a Dwarf notices you and starts gawking at you, then begins to speak.

"Oi! I gots a bowl of cream for you, Kitty! Ha! I'd bet you would make a nice throw rug, wouldn't ya, ya mangy furball?!"

He continues act generally as racist as possible. What do you do?:

--Stares at the dwarf blankly, a small sneer on his face, making no effort to hide how much he despises the stunted creature, as he walks towards the doors to the rooms. As he goes by the dwarf, his tail lashes out, curling around his neck and pulling him from his stool. "Oi! What'r ya doin'!" yells the dwarf angrily, suddenly stoping as Zakar courches down, showing off a set of sharp teeth, his claw scraping along the dwarfs neck. "Insult me again, you pathetic stunted creature….and I will tear your throat out." He stops smiling, his eyes hard, before getting up quickly, crushing the dwarfs hand under his foot, stalking out, his hand resting ostentatiously on his saber hilt. As the dwarf yells in pain behind him. Closing the door quietly, and slipping into the night once again.

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3.

One of your fellow Kharajyr and a close friend of yours comes to your dwelling in the middle of the night and begins to pound on your door. After you let him in, he confesses to killing another Kharajyr over a slice of cake. What do you do in response?

--Zakar growls at his friend, slightly confused, but that being only seeable in a slight contraction of his eyes. He quickly motions to his friend to come in, setting him down and asking him to tell him everything. As he listens, he nods slowly, thinking deeply, before suddenly saying smoothly "Friend, you should leave this town, for the time being, till the matter subsides, and maybe, in one year. You may come back, and the judgement will be kinder." He looks at his friend sadly, before nodding once more. "It is for the best, now, go. Before they find you." He turns around, walking back towards his bedroom, leaving his friend to care for himself. After all, even if he once was a friend, it had now changed. Killing a brother was a foolish and evil act. His ears lowered at the thought, as he stepped out of the room, leaving a surprised and shocked Kharajyr sitting in his chair.

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Do you swear to follow the Tlatlanni and uphold his law, and do you swear to hold Metztli and all of her actions as sacred? ((This is going to be IC, because it's funner, and more legit. but I also do promise to abide by the rules OOC))

--Looks at the person asking him the question blandly, tiliting his head slightly, before blinking rapidly, and inclining his head slowly "Of course I do" He says in a low, precise and controlled voice, before raising his head again, looking straight back at the Kharajyr, raising an eyebrow slightly "It would seem obvious to me." he says ironicly, before bowing lowly, his tail swishing back and forth rythmicly, as he walks off smoothly, a small toothy grin appearing on his face, before hiding it quickly, closing his face once more of all emotion.

-screenshot of skin/3d Render-

Since he is the Champion, I judged he could have richer looking clothes. But that's up to the K.A.T to decide ^^

[Xerdun 117]

Just a couple of things to note - in your appearance you said your character had maroon eyes, yet in the skin they appear golden. Also its Metztli ;)

Other than that, a fine application. Congratulations on being accepted

[Praetor 1550]

Oops, I fail. I forgot to change that, but yes, his eyes are more golden. Also, thanks :). It's funny because I was editing just now! ((Bio)). Oh, and I think it wsa just a typo error for Metzli :).

Thanks again!

[Xerdun 117]

Metztli ;). But its my pleasure

[Eyrev 33]

what do you mean?....your char isnt the champion yet dudE. You can't just proclaim your character as the champion

[Xerdun 117]

I (apparently, if I'm honest I don't remember :P) gave permission for Spamshok to be the current reigning arena champion. If he's not worthy of the position though I'm sure it won't take long for someone to dethrone him...

[DeletedUser 169]

I think we should hold a tournament for a champion.

[Praetor 1550]

-sigh- Lykos agreed in pm, do you want the quote? And as for Xerdun, well I badly phrased, but you did say you liked the idea, at the least :).

I guess you could be the reigning champ from the previous island that was destroyed... Just be mindful that there will be tourneys every weekend that will end in an event where the winner of the entire event will have a chance to challenge you.

(3am here, sorry for spelling errors)

That is what Lykos said, and I asked a couple questions after, to make sure I know enough.

This sounds fabulous, its nice to see some people wishing to become gladiators

Talk to Lykos though, he's heading the arena

That's what Xerdun said, I pm'd him before Lykos by the way.

EDIT: And as Xerdun said, if I'm not a good enough fighter, I'm sure you'l be able to take my place nice and quick.

EDIT 2: But if too many people find this a bad idea, I am willing to step down and start from a Do'Pi.

[Lefty 1696]

I think you should stay champ, there needs to be a champion to begin with, or else there will be no one to claim the title off.

[Lykos 276]

Accepted. Here is a .gif of lightening in slow motion.

[Praetor 1550]

I shall be killing off my char when I remember too, if you want it done faster, I'l be willing to comply.

[Geo 1415]

Thank you for the update.

[Princeton 396]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.