Si'shaviir [Accepted]

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

MC Username: Archmage_Cataris

Rp Username: Si'Shaviir

Character Skillset: Si'Shaviir is skilled at the blade than truly anything else. Practicing the art of swordsmanship with a Khopesh (Sickle sword) since a young age, he has grown to be rather skilled in it while his other skills are quite lacking. Apart from the blade, he has minor skills in marksmanship and hunting, enough to provide food to his table but not enough to win a competition if one were had with friends.

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender): 29, Kha' Cheetrah, Male, light brown fur with dark patches around his shoulders and legs.

Personality: Curious, happy, family before friends, determined to meet his goals, large body of respect for those above his station, serious, romantic, stern, courageous, loyal, prideful.

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

As a cub, Si'Shaviir was beaten by his father on almost a daily basis, not in hatred or anger, but in compassion to raise his son as a strong warrior. Si'Shaviir at first would simply back down, taking the blows as his father would yell at him to fight back, soon enough Si'Shaviir grew the courage to finally fight back at his father, his punches and kicks weak and futile against his fathers strength, though over time he learnt to dodge the attacks, striking at pressure points with speed and quickly getting away, though at this age he had almost reached adulthood. His father grew confident in his sons ability, soon enough he took him out hunting, a successful hunt for Si'Shaviirs first time, though on the second day, his father left him, telling him he was not to return until he had slain 6 boars. Si'Shaviir spent many nights sleeping on the branches of trees, once awakening to a snake slithering on the branch beside him. After 4 days of exhaustion, dehydration and hunger, Si'Shaviir had finally killed the final boar, a clean arrow to his front right leg, sending it to the ground while he rushed over and quickly cut its head clean off. Si'Shaviir made his way home while he dragged a large bag of Boar heads. His father was pleased, but never proud of Si'Shaviir, he had high expectations for his son and would never be proud till he made a name for himself

Character's ambitions: Si'Shaviir has but only two goals in life; find a life mate and one day become apart of the Moonblades. Since childhood, his father has always burnt into his mind that the only way to gain pride in his fathers eyes, is to be the best, Shaviir believes the Moonblades to be the very best, thus he hopes to achieve that goal.

_---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'Shaviir welcomes thee, come, friend"

*Si'Shaviir hisses the last word, he tries to seem polite to this moronic ape, though on the inside he is furious that such a being would dare trespass on his peoples land. Si'Shaviir motions for the Human to follow*

"Th-thank you!"

*The human spurts out as he follows eagerly, looking around in amazement, not paying attention to where they walk*

"Its Si'Shaviirs pleasure.."

*Si'Shaviir pays close attention to the ground as he walks, looking for a small pile of leaves, once he notices it, Si'Shaviir begins to speak once more*

"Si'Shaviir hides his food there, take that which you wish, Si'Shaviir must go now"

*As the human sputters worth more thanks, Si'Shaviir turns his back and walks slowly away, his ears perching up to listen, suddenly he hears a snap and the scream of the human, turning around Si'Shaviir sees that in place of a small pile of leaves, a large hole which the Human is now stuck in, chuckling, Si'Shaviir walks over to the pit, leaning down on his heels he looks down onto the human*

"Si'Shaviir sends his apologies"

"Get me out now you hairy bastard!"

*Si'Shaviir smiles widely as he removes the bow from his back, he notches an arrow, pointing it down at the human, letting his grip go of the arrow, it fires and hits the human in the upper chest downwards into his lower torso as the lifeless body slumps to the ground. Si'Shaviir takes a thick vine and ties it around a nearby tree and throws it down into the pit, climbing down he begins to chop the human into pieces as he throws him back up, out of the pit.*

"Si'Shaviir thinks someone will like this"

*Si'Shaviir licks his lips as he begins to tie a large linen blanket around the pieces of the corpse, he slumps it over his back and continues on*

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'Shaviir tries his best to ignore the fool, though his attempts become much more harder to ignore, the Dwarf begins to hobble over to Si'Shaviir's table, as he slams his tankard down and says*

"I'm talkin' te' ye'!"

*Si'Shaviir grumbles as he begins to twist his palm around the hilt of his Khopesh, Si'Shaviir flicks out his tongue as he begins to speak in a harsh tone*

"Si'Shaviir recommends you hide your tongue, lest Si'Shaviir take it."

*The Dwarf begins to laugh mockingly as he begins to speak once more*

"Ye' couldn't best t'is Dwarf!"

*Si'Shaviir knows he couldn't take on the Dwarf in a prolonged fight, speed will be his victory, he quickly snatches up with his left hand, grabbing the Dwarf by the beard and yanks on it, drawing him closer as Si'Shaviir quickly draws his Khopesh with his right hand and slices the Dwarf's throat lightly, enough to kill but not enough to kill instantly, Si'Shaviir lets go of the Dwarfs beard as he quickly pushes him away. The Dwarf stumbles back into a table as the crowd quickly grows quiet in shock, the Dwarf falls to the ground, clutching at his throat as he produces a loud gurgle, blood rushes out of his throat and coats his light brown beard a dark red. Si'Shaviir holds his Khopesh in hand as he backs out the tavern door, the crowd still in shock, Si'Shaviir quickly runs for it, before any of the other apes get their hands on him*

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'Shaviir looks over his friend, eyeing him closely, he slowly nods his head and tells his friend that he won't tell anyone. As his friend heads out the door to go back home, Si'Shaviir quickly and quietly retreats from his house to the closest military authority, reporting of the incident and all given details. Such treachery and betrayal to their own race should never be taken lightly.*

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?

"Si'Shaviir swears this to his Tlatlanni and his Metztli."

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

[Wretched 2075]

grabbing the Dwarf by the beard

Yes. Just yes.

ACCEPTED!

Welcome to the Kharajyr.

[Princeton 396]

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