[Accepted] Sa' Tsavani's Application

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

MC Username:

SnazzyEnglishman

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

Sa'Tsavani

Character Skillset:

If we are allowed a skill reset, then it shall be;

Archery - 60

Swordsmanship - 60

Farming - 100

Wrestling - 20

If not then I will be stuck with;

Lumber jacking - 14

Swordsmanship - 60

Mining - 26

Fishing - 22

Farming - 100

Archery - 12

Blacksmithing - 35

They're very all over the place, but I'll be able to sort them out.

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender):

Kha'Pantera. She will start at the age of 16, giving her time to develop her bad side. She will of course be female. She stands at around 6ft. Her eyes are a dark maroon, bordering on red. She is thin, yet muscular, though she would prefer to fight with her brain, rather than with brawn. Her claws are naturally long, though she cuts them down as they get in the way of her bow. Her whiskers are long, and her teeth fairly short. Her tail is a deep black, and she controls it with ferocity.

Personality:

Sa'Tsavani is loud around friends. She has always been considered the funny one of the group, and always has the latest news concerning other cubs. She is popular and spoilt, and for these reasons, a bit of a bully. She always ridiculed the other cubs for trivial things. If one fell, she would laugh. If one got hurt, she would laugh. If one looked funny, again, she would laugh, and so would her friends.

Around authority figures though, she is quiet. Her father, the bastard that he was, demanded her respect though never truly earned it. Of course, he showered her in gifts. Gold, iron, anything you could imagine, it was hers. But when respect was not shown, she was beat. Then more gifts arrived. It was his way of apologising, so she thought.

She finds the "apes" stupid, but it is for their stupidity that she finds them funny. She does not hate them as much as others do, but will not defend them.

Please include a short bio of your character's life:

Tsavani raised herself.

Her mother passed when she was a cub, so she has no real memories of her. Her father, a strong figure in her life, was rarely around. He showered her in gifts of whatever she wanted, but she had always doubted whether he truly loved her. She was made to show her father respect, something she felt he had not earned. Whenever he heard the rattling of his armour, she stood straight, tall and strong, awaiting his approval. She was content with this, but never happy. The only time she was happy was when she was with her friends.

Her father had never approved of her friends. He would have rather had her in his sight, controlling who she was with and what she was doing. Of course, he was always too busy. Tsavani was the funny one of the group. Well, funny is the word they used. They were bullies. When another cub was weaker than them, they would ridicule them. When another cub fell, they would laugh at them, never offering to help. None of the other cubs bothered to confront them, they knew the outcome. Beatings would be handed out to any who stood against the group.

It was when Tsavani was twelve that her Father took her to one side, explaining what she had done. He was disappointed, but to Tsavani he was he disappointment. He was weak, unworthy of having a daughter like her. She had only known the ways of her bullying, never had she been told that she was doing wrong. That night, when her Father was sleeping, Tsavani stole his set of armour, some arrows and his blade, and took off into the night.

She found herself lost in the jungle, not knowing where to go. Should she turn back, or carry on? She decided on the latter. So on she went. Finding a cave to settle into for the long nights, it was here that she would stay. And she stayed. For four years she was settled into that cave. Teaching herself how to farm. How to use a blade, and how to use a bow and arrow. When she could use neither of these, she would wrestle wild animals, though never killing them unless desperate.

But when "The Event" happened, everything changed...

Character's ambitions:

_---Situational Rp Questions---_

1.

As you travel through the Karakatuan jungle, you spot 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 that he has been lost in the area for days without any proper supplies. How do you react?:

Tsavani looks at the ape, bewildered by his bravery, or is it stupidity? Who knows. She reaches out, beginning to pat down the Human, searching for any obvious weapons. Finding none, she speaks;

"Turn around Human. I shall take you to our home".

Once the Human had his back to her, she would tie his hands with string, and place a piece of string in his mouth, stopping his speech. She would not blindfold him, as she believe everyone should be able to experience their fate firsthand. She leads him to the city. Seeing the Tlatlanni's guards, the Moonblades, she forces the Human to the ground beckoning over the Moonblades as she does so. When they are within hearing distance she begins to speak;

"I found this one wandering in the jungle. Perhaps you should take him to the Tlatlanni, or will your judgement be good enough? Either way, I do not really care. The less daylight this one sees, the better".

She turns away, walking to the temple to pray.

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?:

Tsavani turns to face the Dwarf. Straightening her posture, she eyes up the target, slowly pacing towards him. Once she is close enough she begins to think out loud;

"Short one, isn't he? Can't be much of a threat, no, no. All talk this one. Seems to be busy with his drink. He speech is slurred too. Medical? No. This one is drunk!"

She stops directly in front of the Dwarf and bends down to his level. She takes out one claw, brushing it lightly enough on the top of his neck to draw a bit of blood, and leave the rest a scratch. She begins to speak again;

"Tell me, short ape, do you wish to continue your abuse, or would you rather see the light of day again?"

She stands upright again, awaiting the Dwarfs answer.

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?

She blinks once, unable to comprehend what she had just been told. She speaks slowly;

"You killed him over cake? Not even a full cake, a slice of cake?! Ugh, you're a fool. No! More than that. You're the damned god of fools! But we can't worry. No, worrying would make us look suspicious. Here is what we do..."

She whispers into her friends ear a plan. She tells him how she will give him some minas, enough to get a horse out of town, and a boat to the mainland. Her friend begins to speak;

"Thank you! Oh, Metztli praise your soul! You are a good friend Tsavani! I will never forget you. Seek me out when you are on the mainland, we shall drink till we burst!"

Her friend gives her a big hug, and Tsavani slips the minas into has pocket as he does so. He says his goodbyes, then runs out the door. Tsavani stands watching the open door and night sky, then closes it. She heads to bed, secretly hoping that this was just a bad dream.

She awakes the next day, weary eyes and tired, to the smell of a decomposing body.

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?

I do.

Please include a screenshot or 3D render of your character's skin

Just realised I need to add hair, I will do so shortly.

[Lykos 276]

I see no problem with your character. In fact, I am excited to see what rp you will supply to our community.

Accepted.

[Princeton 396]

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