Si'mizzah's Application

[Xiiyah 3]

MC Username:

Xiiyah

((Das my alt. PM if you wanna know my main <3))

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

Si’Mizzah Kilota

Character Skillset:

Si’Mizzah is good at farming and has been pursuing farming her whole life. She is also really experienced in the art of swordsmanship.

Appearance (age, subrace, gender:(

20, Leparda, Female. She’s fairly tall for her race, and slender than most. Her eyes are a brilliant green and her hair is a light brown that she often pulls up into a ponytail. Her fur is a light brown, covered with black spots. She wears a small blue shirt and a short grey skirt. She has a neckalce made of gold and wears leg and arm warmers. She perfers to be barefoot.

Personality:

Si’mizzah is boastful and social. She’s very expressive and enjoys talking. The leparda doesn’t like to follow rules, she likes to make her own. She is easily distracted and very caring towards others. She tries to act scary and badass, but underneath, she’s sweet and kind.

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

I was born in Karakatuan with only my mother to guide me. My mother is a priestess, with more knowledge in her fingertip than in the body of an orc. My father...well, I never had the chance to meet him...I heard he was a great fellow. Often, people run to tell me they’ve seen him, but I don’t believe them.

Anyways I’m getting sidetracked...

Back to my mother. She had long brown hair, much like me. People often say I look exactly like her; but they also say I act exactly like my father. Who knows, never met the guy. My mother is old, older than you, probably. She’s been around for...around 130 years. We grew up under her guidance and wisdom. From her, we learned everything about the world. We both craved the knowledge we needed to survive, and the knowledge we wanted just for the fact of having wisdom.

As a kid, I was very sociable. When I was 4, I met this Pantera named Xianna. Xianna and I would explore a lot. We had a lot in common, but we both quickly discovered how different we are. Xianna was more shy and quiet, while I was more boastful and social. During our childhood years, we learned more about the world. I loved to gather herbs and make potions. Once while gathering herbs,around the age of 12, I found this small animal that my mother called a “wolf.” He was rather large,and his fur was sleek and blacker than night. I kept this wolf and named him Kilo. My mother used her powers to make sure Kilo lived a long life. He was the best wolf ever. He always helped me gather herbs and would sit next to be if I was depressed and try to cheer me up. Me and Kilo travelled everywhere and did everything together. Besides Xianna, he was my best friend.

Since me and Xianna liked to explore a lot, we dealt with a lot of wild animals and stray bandits. From these small nuisances, we learned how to fight together. Some of the people in our village called us the “dancing blades.” Maybe it’s because when we fight, we appear to be doing a dance of death. The death of the victims around or before us. Or maybe it’s because our blades move faster than their eyes can follow. Even though we were perfectly matched, I was always the better fighter, besting her in all the spars we did.

When I turned 16 exactly a year after I earned the title of S’, Xianna, me, and Kilo went on a trip into the bigger world. My mother bade us well as we set off with our packs full and our feet eager for traveling. Eventually we happened upon a town called Elandiral, full of pale elves. We were astounded by how many pale elves there were, and we stood out with our furry skins.

Weeks passed, and Kilo’s health deteriorated. I watched him grow weaker, my mother’s magic wearing off. Eventually I couldn’t stand to see him suffer any longer. I took Kilo to a meadow I found on the outskirts of this city. We sat down in the lush grass. I pulled Kilo close and wrapped my arms around his strong, sleek neck. My tears flowed into his shiny thick coat. He nuzzled my cheek, wondering what was wrong as I stood up and pulled my sword from it’s sheath. I say these next lines with a sad and heavy heart.

Tears ran down my face as I stepped forward and swung my sword. It sliced through him, ending his life quickly and painlessly.

At least I know he isn’t suffering anymore

At least I can freely say he’s in a better place, with Metzil

But it still hurts to think about that day....

I buried Kilo in that meadow. His souls forever lives on in my heart...I’ll never forget him.

Back to the story...

After a few months of getting harassed by orcs in New Krugmar, exploring the caves of the dwarves, and watching the humans run from simple things like ‘fire’ in Savlus, we returned back to our hometown. Since then, I’ve kept to myself. I moved out from under my mother’s guidance around the age of 17. I’ve been living in places such as trees or caves, and fending myself from harm using the skill of the blade that I learned on my own. Often times, I hope into town and talk to people. They don’t seem to mind much.

In order to fill the void over Kilo, I’ve had many pets, none quite as good as him. More wolves, birds, cows, and chickens. If it’s alive and friendly, it was my pet. Over the years, I’ve looked for another pet like Kilo. I hope to find another like him, perhaps. Maybe in due time...

Character's ambitions:

To find another pet like her panther, Kilo, and to restore the hole in her heart where Kilo resides. She also wishes to explore Asulon more and discover all she can about herbs and plants. Also, to expand her fighting techniques.

_---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?:

Si’Mizzah sighs and looks around. She crosses her furry arms and twitches her tail around the grass.

“You need help eh?”

“Y-yes I do!” The man replies. His eyes seem shrunken in and his cheeks appear gaunt. Si’Mizzah gives off a charming smile and nods.

“You’re lucky I’m nice.” She replies, then turns to hop up onto a limb, the other. After a few minutes, she silently lands on her paws behind the human, with her arms full of an assortment of fruits.

“Here’s some food to last you for a week. You better get out of the jungle, before I stop feeling nice. Got it?” She hisses at him, and he backs away with the fruit, then runs off into the jungle.

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?:

Si’Mizzah **** her head and blinks at the dwarf. She frowns as her tail flicks angrily back and forth. “Oh yea? Who are you calling a furball, you half-pint cave dweller!!” Si’Mzizah then takes a nearby chair and picks it up. She breaks it on her knee, grimacing a bit at the pain in her knee, then takes the leg of the chair and swings it in front of her. The dwarf backs up, his eyes widening as he realises that she’s skilled in wielding the stick in her hand. He raises his hands and backs up into the counter.

“Sorry! Jus’ don’ hurt meh!” He cries out. Si’Mzizah smirks and throws the stick to the ground. She turns to go then looks back at him, tilting her head to the side as her ears twitch.

“Don’t do it again, rocky.”

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?

Si’Mizzah opens the door of the house he built in the wildreness and looks down the steps to where her close friend is. Her tail flicks in annoyance. In her free hand she holds the leg of a turkey. She takes a bite out of it and leans on the door.

“Yess?” She asks. Her friend frantically explains the situation and looks around worridely. She sighs and kicks the door open more, taking another bite.

“You have one day, and ONE DAY to gather all the supplies you need and get yourself the hell out, got it? I move often, so if the authorities show up, you and I shall be long gone. I can help you make a house and gather food until they stop looking for you.” Si’Mizzah smiles, her sharp teeth glinting in the light, then she takes another bite of her turkey leg and closes the door with her back paw as her friend frantically gathers supplies around the house.

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?

Yes, I do.

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[Lykos 276]

Accepterated.

[Princeton 396]

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