[Special Circumstances] J'ranar Ferna (Amarnra/lucas's Application)

[James Undercroft 129]

As I have been previously accepted as a priest, Xerdun has given be permission to post this application and allow it to be reviewed under special circumstances. Enjoy the read ^_^

MC Username:

Amarnra

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

J’Ranar Ferna

Character Skillset:

J’Ranar glances up at the open window above his desk, moonlight streaming in as the moon begins to set in the west to denote the morning. He glances down at the parchment in front of him. “Ranar Ferna: A Humble Priest of Metztli and his Learning’s, the Autobiography.” He sighed looking at his name and noting the lack of the prefix, making it look almost naked. He then picked up his pen and began to write.

“I am J’Ranar Ferna, born on the 14th of The Grand Harvest.

At the start of my life I was taught how to hold a sword, although that profession did not stick with me. My father was a warrior, unlike my grandfather whom I felt much more attached to. My father was a warrior, my grandfather and his father before him priests. I was taught how to hold a bow as well, although this was something that I did not detest as much as a burly sword. The bow is a lot less... unclean. It can pierce a heart like a sacrificial knife while you don’t have to experience the bloodlust of battle. Although the skills that I truly feel at home with is when I am holding my pen. Writing books, learning new things; these are the things which make me whole. Although this is only part of my life, the rest if filled with praising Metztli, something I do so more than willingly.”

J’Ranar made a small clicking noise with his tongue, dropped the pen and scratched the back of his writing paw. He re-read over that which he just wrote, deemed it sufficient and moved on.

((My character will not really be focusing on any skills other than perhaps farming and Archery. As my new character is Kha’ Cheetrah he is more agile and less burly, thus physical activities do not suit him well. As most of my characters “skills” rely on RP means I guess eventually I shall have 100 farming; the rest just sparse amounts of skill points from when I do something which is required of me from time to time.))

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender):

He picked up his pen once more, making the same tongue clicking noise and began to write about his appearance; checking once in a while to double check a fact or a spot on his fur.

“I do not know my exact height as I have never bothered to measure myself, but I stand taller than some and shorter than others. My eyes are a light blue shade, sharing the same trait with my sister and father. My light brown fur is almost an orangey colour, speckled with medium sized blotches of black and grey. My teeth are mostly white and aligned; I was not prone to getting them knocked out of my mouth as a child. Some have even commented that I have a radiant smile. I am a proud Kha’ Cheetrah, I share this same species as my sister and mother, although my father is a Kha’ Pantera. I have no scars or blemishes on my fur, as combat was something I loathed to practise in as a youngling."

J’Ranar looked down at the writing, critiquing it and not knowing how to improve. “It just doesn’t look... right.” He looked down at the text, looking for ways to improve it but no ideas coming to his mind. “Ah well, moving on.”

Personality:

J’Ranar sat and stared at the moon still filtering through his window, slowly lowering in the early morning sky.

“It is hard to judge one’s own personality, yet do so I must for the sake of history. I like to think of myself as utterly devoted to Metztli, not a day goes by where my prayers do not go out to our wondrous creator. I like to think that if the choice came between close friends or Metztli, I would be strong enough to take Metztli over all. I have habit which by some is considered annoying, clicking my tongue. I picked it up off my grandfather and have kept it ever since. I am a rather boisterous person, talking is my forte as is writing. I am constantly buried in books, either writing or reading. Perhaps this is derived from my firm belief that Metztli will always guide me out of tough situations, but serious circumstances do not bother me all that much. Many have commented that I take things very flippantly, but I am confident in the knowledge that eventually we will prevail and do Metztli’s will. I am a very dependable person, never have a broken a promise. My trust is something that can be easily earned, but just as quickly broken. A broken trust is not something that can heal very well with me. I am a born leader, ready to lead and take charge of serious situations. That is not to say I have ambitions to rule or lead, I much prefer the advisory status and would never take full power of anything.

I find talking to giant crowds of people exhilarating, like their thoughts are joining with mine as I speak to them, and creating something amazing. I am a very inquisitive person, something which I take from my grandfather; always finding the deeper meaning or truth to something.”

He stares at the lines of text for a while, wondering whether the style he went from is good, or whether it just looks like a pile of dot points. He shrugs lazily, thinking that it is only a draft copy and can be revised later on.

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

Clicking his tongue, J’Ranar smiles. “Ah, the fun part.” He closes his eyes for a time, thinking about all his past events and happenings. He decides to write a summary of his life first, so that he can expand upon it later on. “I do have to sleep soon, I shall write more on the morrow.” Clicking his tongue once more, he dips his pen in the ink well and continues to write.

“Born to a father in the military back in the old days before the recent migration, to the great pride Ferna. The Pride of Ferna can trace its roots back 460 years to a priest J'Jafir Ferna. My father was very strict and was always pushing for me to join the military. He attempted to train me with the sword from a young age, it just never stuck with me. As with all Kharajyr though I felt at home with a bow, although even that I didn't like practising with very often. It was my grandfathers’ books which intrigued me. I tried to visit my grandfather often and read his books. Metztli was ingrained into my brain since I was a youngling, and ever since I had been learning from my grandfather to become a priest. The time came when the migration came. Some silly Tlatlanni disobeyed the word of Metztli, focused more on himself rather than the good of the people and the will of Metztli. Horror struck our people and the Tlatlanni was forced out of power.

We migrated to the promised lands not long after, our new Tlatlani Tla' Xerdun was as dedicated to Metztli as I was at the time, a true Emperor of our people. I managed to join the Priesthood of Metztli at the age of 18, and have been spreading the word of Metztli ever since."

((I apologise for the lack of knowledge on the migration lore, the wiki seems to not know about it and the thread which contained the information seems to have dissapeared from sight, any help I would be very grateful for))

J'Ranar stares at the small section of text with distaste. "So short..." He shrugs and places down his Quill. "There is time enough for more later, my life is just beginning." A surge of excitement runs through his bones as he begins to think about the bigger picture of life. He picks up his quill and dips it in the ink well.

Character's ambitions:

J’Ranar thinks to his ambitions, unable to think of anything other than to serve Metztli.

“I have no ambitions save for one; to serve Metztli and spread her will till the end of days.”

He stares at the simple, short sentence; content that is expresses everything he wishes and places down his quill for the night.

_---Situational Rp Questions---_

Stretching and yawning, J’Ranar gets out of his bed and walks outside of his house. Looking up at the sun, he calculates the time and decides it is time for his morning walk out into the jungle.

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?:

Nimbly jumping from tree to tree, he spots a pink fleshed being stumbling noisily through the woods. “So clumsy... That creature is so clumsy. What on earth is it doing here?” he mumbles to himself as he leaps down from the tree. “What are you doing here you...” he thinks to himself for a moment, clicking his tongue as he thinks. “You ape.” He frowns at the creature, looking it up and down, trying to figure out what on earth it might be. It begins to speak in a slightly familiar tongue, although with some strange accents. “Another person! Thing! Please, help me!” The creature doubles over with a hacking cough. Tiny flecks of phlegm land on the jungle floor. It’s eyes are bloodshot, face pallid and all over looks sick, malnourished and dehydrated. J’Ranar thinks to himself, perhaps this being can be used as a sacrifice.

He sniffs the creature for a moment, noting the stick of death. “Ape, you stink of death. You are sick, unfit for Metztli.” J’Ranar thinks to himself for a moment, wondering what on earth to do with this creature. He can’t just leave it here to disturb the peace of the jungle, but he can’t sacrifice it to Metztli. Murder itself is a messy business, and the corpse would be like to just putrefy the place. Finally he comes to a decision; reaching into his pack he chucks the creature a skin of water and some bread. “This kindness is not something the rest of my brethren would share. You do not deserve to live, especially not in these lands. Go home creature, if I see you again I will bring you back to the temple to sacrifice, sick or no.” He kicks a few leaves towards the creature and then walks back towards the palace to inform an Aelkos of this creature’s presence. Perhaps there would be a hunt tonight. He smiles at the thought.

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?:

Many weeks have passed since the last incident. Merchants and diplomats alike have swarmed the city with their foul scents and crude clothing. Disgusting as they might be, their difference intrigued J’Ranar; thus he began a journey to discover everything about these creatures. Should it come to war he would like to be able to tell the military Aelkos all about the Ape’s weaknesses. As he travels across the land incognito in a hood, he walks into a tavern. The tavern is bustling with people so not many people car to look under the hood of this strange newcomer.

A dwarf standing next to the main bar, smaller than the majority of the human patrons see the face underneath and hood and begins to gawk. “Oi! I got a bowl of cream fer ya, Kitty! Ha! I’d bet ya would make a nice throw rug, wouldn’t ya! Ya mangy furball.” J’Ranar just glares at the creature for a moment, not bothering to respond. This creature is not worth my time. He thinks. The dwarf keeps on pestering however, on and on about his fur and how good it would look detached from his skin. Eventually he snaps. He pretends to be drinking a mug of water, but turns with snake like speed and throws the mug at the Dwarf. The mug misses the target of his forehead, but manages to smash into the Dwarfs shoulder, stunning him a bit. He then leaps forward, sliding his claws out and then holding them to the Dwarfs throat; not piercing the thick dwarves skin but enough to leave discomfort. The entire tavern looks towards the Kharajyr and Dwarf, both frozen in place. He leans forward and puts his mouth to the Dwarfs ear. “You say one more thing, I will rip out your throat.” He dwarf stands still, shocked for a moment and then bursts out laughing. “Heh heh hehe! Lil’ kitteh thinks that e’ can hurt meh!” The dwarf begins to move his hand towards the scruff of J’Ranar’s neck in an attempt to throw him off. J’Ranar Retracts his claws and then spins, using his back leg to thrust into the Dwarfs stomach. The dwarf stumbles a bit and then looks around for a weapon. He grabs a leg of a chair and then smashes it off, looking for J’Ranar, but he has already left the tavern.

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?

J’Ranar was happy to be home from his adventures. He sits back on a chair next to the fire place and closes his eyes. “What an adventure this has been.” He makes small clicking noises with his tongue, then hears a loud thumping on his front door. He slowly gets up, grumbling about how late it is and notices one of his friends. He looks extremely shaken up, fur in a mess and eyes glancing around nervously. “I-“ he begins to stutter, but J’Ranar stops him and places a hand on the Kharajyr’s forehead in an attempt to sooth him.

He brings the shaken up Kharajyr inside for him to tell his tale by the fire. “I just... I don’t know what came over me. A demon... I killed him!” J’Ranar is taken aback for a moment, and then a grave look comes over his face. “You understand what telling me means do you not?” He stares deep into the eyes of his friend, who looks back with a look of defeat. “I do.” Then shall I instruct my brothers and sisters to ready the sacrificial blades?” The Kharajyr jumps backwards and lets out a weird, half strangulated noise. “I no! Don’t tell them to do that!”

J’Ranar stares at his friend, perplexed at his words. “You do not wish to be sacrificed?” Realising his fault, he dips his head. “I... No! That would be an honour it’s just... I am not worthy!” The Kharajyr slumps forward onto his knees. “Please... I will take any punishment!” J’Ranar considers this for a bit, then finally speaks. “Very well, I shall not sacrifice you. Obviously you understand what the other punishment will be?” The other Kharajyr seems to slump even further down on the ground in his shame. “I do, exile.” J’Ranar nods, and then places a hand on his friends head. “May Metztli forever light your path, and let this Kharajyr atone for his wrongdoings through the pain of exile.” J’Ranar then touches his chin briefly. “Now sleep child.” The Kharajyr slumps to the floor next to the fire. He looks at his friend with a sad expression on his face. “It is a sad day when a friend kills another of his own.”

J’Ranar then sits back down on his chair and dreams of times of old.

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?

J’Ranar thinks back to his initiation into priesthood, about the oath that he was made to swear.

”I Ranar Ferna, will shed all forms of impurity and embrace the purity of Metztli, and the divine shape that she has gifted us, to follow the rule of the Emperor as the envoy of Metztli’s will.

He chuckles as he remembered he stuttered a bit and how nervous he was back then.

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[Praetor 1550]

DENIED

Though it kills me to say that. :(

Add your skin to your app, then PM me, and I'l accept it. :)

Other than that, a brilliant application.

ACCEPTED!

On second thoughts, I'm quite confident your skin is fine, and your application is quite nice. Accepted, have fun!

[James Undercroft 129]

DENIED

Though it kills me to say that. :(

Add your skin to your app, then PM me, and I'l accept it. :)

Other than that, a brilliant application.

ACCEPTED!

On second thoughts, I'm quite confident your skin is fine, and your application is quite nice. Accepted, have fun!

Oh no! That was what I missed!

I had this nagging feeling in the back of my head...

Doon't worry, I won't play until you have seen it ^_^

Here it is:

[Praetor 1550]

Other than the fact that you are missing whiskers ((The ultimate crime)) it's fine!

ACCEPTED!

Have fun with the Kha' ^^

[Princeton 396]

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