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[DecoLamb 959]

My original app kinda got deleted so i kinda had to remake this crappy one.. I’m so sorry DX

MC Username: DecoLamb

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

Miian

Character Skillset:

Swords: 100

Archery:20

Fishing: 80

Cooking:75

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender):

14

kha'cheetrah

female

Personality:

Miian is rather softspoken and timid, extremly shy and easily startled. Shes a bit clumbsy when others are around, her nervous trembling causing her to drop things or trip over herself. Barely ever speaking above a whisper, to hear her shout is all but unheard of, and most of her communication comes through via body language or having her elder brother speak for her.

Although rather weak and easily intimidated, Miian tries her best to help others indirectly, dropping off meat shes hunted or materials she has found at places she thinks might have need or use for it.

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

Miian was born into an average family, with average siblings, in an average town. She was jsut an average cub, not the runt, nor the largest of the litter. Really the only thing unusual about her was a shorter than average tail, but even that was no matter, since all the cubs were treated with the same animosity by their parents, and each other.

Miian was often found trailing behind her brothers Roska and Shavir on their misadventures, serving as a quiet voice of caution to the pair, though more than often she is ignored. One such adventure would be the day Roska ran off through town, Miian stumbling a bit behind. The pair ran until they reached a massive house on the edge of town. Miian called out to Roska as he forced the door open and slipped inside, skulking about curiously. She followed him inside, breath hitching in her throat as she came inside to see him holding a large knife with a spiked blade.

“B..brother.. you mustn’t touch those things.. please.. lets go home..” Miian whimpered, a paw outstretched to her elder brother. Roska turned his head towards her as he began to say something, but a soft click behind them silenced them both. Miian turned to see an adult Kharajyr looming over her, a blade in his hand that mirrored the one her brother held. The adult charged forward with a snarl as Miian dodged out of the way, looking on in terror as he and Roska clashed together in a flurry of claws and snarling. Within moments Roska was slammed down into the floor, giving a pained cry as he blacked out from the force of the blow.

“Big brother..” Miian whimpered, paws clasped to her chest as she stood trembling. Her eyes squeezed shut as the adult neared her, wincing as he gripped her mess of frizzled hair.

“Where are your parents?!” Roared the much larger Kharajyr as he shook the spotted kitten’s head, making her cry out in pain. She looked up in tears as she whimpered out the location of her home, teeth grit in pain as she was tugged along by her hair, Roska by his tail.

Back at home, Miian stood beside her brother as their parents scolded them, smacking her brother beside her as he tried to defend himself. Now and again receiving a slap upside her own head for not stopping him.

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The days went on, and the three siblings cared for each other, bonds growing closer as they grew older. This would prove most meaningful when their father decided to do away with them, casting the three off into the wilds to defend for themselves.

The small group would wander the desert, traveling over vast horizons of blistering hot sands for days until they finally came upon a tiny abandoned house. Miian padded along as her brothers rushed forward, ripping open the doorway in desperation. The smaller kitten slowly picked her way through the shattered door, looking on as she watched her brothers rip into the rotted fish meat they had discovered. The three had decided to demean themselves in this manner, rather than die with even more disgrace.

The kittens lived together here for several days, feeding on the rotted meat supplemented with fresh game they would hunt together, and sleeping in a pile to protect from the freezing nights. Eventually, they would venture out in search of a better place, eventually coming across a city full of their own kind. Miian looked to her brothers, clinging to a clump of Roska’s fur as he moved on.

“We’re home..finally.. we are home..”

[[bio may or may not change.. but.. well personality is the same no matter which way you put it so yeah.]]

Character's ambitions:

Miian has no real ambitions other than existing happily beside her brothers in a quiet life. Now and again she entertains the thought of finding a mate and having a kitten or two, but she shakes those thoughts away

_---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?:

Miian paused in mid step as she sighted the human, gripping the strap of her satchel with both paws as she stared at him through her hair. She’d back away a step as he came closer, voice hoarse and dry as he begged for something, anything to drink. Miian gives a soft word, digging through her pack and holding out a small skein of water from the local oasis. She watches as he drinks deeply, an ear flicking in mild curiosity.

“Please.. do you have anything to eat? I’m so starved..” The human asks her as he reaches out. Miian gives a fearful hiss as his fingers brush her shoulder, lips curling to show sharp white teeth. Her small tail bristles, puffed up from stress as she digs in her pack, eyes still locked on the stranger. The small feline holds out a tiny pack of dried fish, and points off into the distance behind him.

“Out.. out there.. that way.. is.. erm.. is a town.. it’s full of people l-like you.. “ Miian mumbles, ears pinning tighter against her skull as she tucks her chin, staring off nervously. The human gives a small word of thanks, chuckling as he pats Miian’s head, causing her to shudder.

She waits until he has left her sight, far off over the horizon, and turns, soft paw pads burning against the blistering sands as she sprints full tilt back to the city. She rushes past other Kharajyr, dipping and dodging to prevent herself from bumping into them as she makes her way home. Her brothers look up, starting to give a word of welcome but stopping at the sight of her panic. They catch the scent of human upon her as she rushes past, lifting the bucket of water from the pantry and pouring it over her head, paws scrubbing at her hair furiously.

“It.. it smells.. in my hair.. it..” Miian whimpers softly, “I don’t like it.. I.. it.. its..unclean..”

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?:

Miian stiffens at the loud yelling of the dwarf, ears pinning back as she looks away to the ground. She gives a fretful glance to the doorway, contemplating if she should just leave, but knowing she cant without finishing her task.

The small feline pads to the bar, head leaned away slightly from the dwarf as he persists with offensive remarks, drawing laughter from his companions and a flick of Miians stubby tail. Quietly she places the satchel of meats upon the counter, smoked fish and jungle deer to be sold as meals in the tavern. Miian glances up at the bartender timidly through her frizzled hair, mumbling out her request for payment.

As she reaches out for the mina on the counter, she feels a thick hand grip her tail, yanking it painfully. Her fur bristles in panic as she lets out a yowl, twisting and clawing at whatever it was gripping her.

The dwarf gives a shout as her claws rake across his nose and brow, fresh blood of deep crimson bubbling up from the ragged skin. He raises a fist intending to strike the already fretful feline, only to receive a large clawed fist to the side of his head. As the dwarf rolls off across the bar, Miian looks to his attacker and her rescuer, ears perking forward at the sight of her elder brother.

Roska growls a low insult to the dwarf, gripping his sisters shoulder as he tugs her beside and slightly behind. Miian gives a worried glance to her brother, smiling slightly as he leads her out if the tavern.

"You need to stand up for yourself more."

"I know but... I.. mmph.." whimpered Miian as she looks down, clutching her paws to her chest. Her brother looks to her, pinching his brow lightly with a sigh.

"Don’t worry about it, big brother will always be here."

"Yes brother.."

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?

Miian rises from her bed, fur frizzled out from fright at the loud pounding. She pads to the door, head dipped slightly from a mix of worry and lack of sleep. With a trembling paw she opens the door, looking up at her friend with wide eyes.

"Miian.. Ive committed a great sin.." spoke her friend as he padded inside, claws clicking on the wooden floorboards. Miian tilted her head slightly, a paw held out to the side in motion for him to continue.

"I went to see the one female I was courting.. and as I walked.down the streets this late evening I came upon a young baker carrying the most delectable cake I have ever seen..." Miian sighed, walking to the tabke and lifting the small platter of cake she had made earlier for her brothers. She turned, holding it out to her friend with a shy smile. He shook his head, setting a paw on her wrist to gently push her hands down, plate setting againt the table with a soft click.

"Miian.. I killed someone. I murdered one of our own for that cake.." whispered the other. Miian's grew wide, yanking her paws away to cover her mouth in horror. She turned, letting out a panicked yowl towards the bedrooms. With a loud crash, her brothers burst through the doorway, fur bristled and teeth bared. Miian bolted, dodging quickly behind her brothers as she trembled.

Roska leaned back, ear flicked back to listen to Miians soft mumbles retelling what her friend had spoken. The pair look to each other with concern, expressions changing to angwr as they glare at their now ex friend. Both lumber forward, each grabbing an arm as they escort him out into the hands of the guards.

Miian looks on with concern, paws clasped to her chest as she whispers a small prayer to the goddess hoping that she will forgive her friend in the next life, and that he will rest peacefully.

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.. ah.. well y-yes.. I do erm.. if.. if that’s alright with her that is..."

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[Vanus 62]

Little.. Sissie.. I support.

[Xerdun 117]

Accepted. Nothing more to add :)

[DecoLamb 959]

*flails

[chaotikal 2392]

♥

[Bal0r 70]

a decocat.

[Princeton 396]

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