So' Tharoraht's Application (Disregard The Edit, Wrong Post)

[Tharor 0]

I apologize for the lack of indentation. As I know of writing rules, there should be indents where there are not. I am inept at posting such detailed posts on forums, but I made it as readable as possible. The new bio is rather long and slightly unorthodox I'm afraid, but I hope this isn't denied solely because of length (which, as I recall, is desired amoung applications) Again, if the image fails to work, just tell me in a reply, then I shall post a link to a website where I uploaded my skin (I am reluctant to post my skins around for public use though <_< .

MC Username:

Tharor

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

So’Tharoraht

Character Skillset:

So’Tharoraht has no love for combat, but when given the chance he’ll favor a blade. He does have exceptional accuracy with a bow, but his shots lack the needed power. Whatever So’Tharoraht lacks in combat, he makes up with his ability to put himself in the psychological power-seat. So’Tharoraht uses intimidation, fear-tactics, wit, and guile to fight his battles.

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender):

Age: 20

Subrace: Kha’Pantera

Gender: Male

Other: So’Tharoraht’s eyes are a bright blue, and while they appear pupil-less, he can see just as well as any of his Kharajyr brethren. So’Tharoraht also holds numerous scars, all from fighting off creatures who sought to disturb him (see bio).

Personality:

As described earlier, So’Tharoraht uses psychological tactics and tools to get his will accomplished. As a rule, So’Tharoraht has mastered self-control in order to effectively utilize his strategy. So’Tharoraht stays deathly calm in almost any situation, and can be described as an emotionless shell. He can be cruel and cold, as being in perfect control allows for the utmost rational answer. Of course, since So’Tharoraht does desire control, his decision may only apply to whatever benefits himself.

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

Foreword: Slight apologies, but, I’m afraid the story before the summary of his life is necessary. In order for one to understand So’Tharoraht’s habits, one must know how said habits materialized in his life. I dare to say that I’m quite doubtful that any KAT member would find it even a mite sensible without it.

Setting (in case one skims a bit):

Location: A generic Kharajyr village

Mood: Party ( ;) )

Character age: 17

Brief story (trust me, it’s much briefer than I’d like):

It all started with an elf, a book, and full moon. Kharajyr music rang throughout the swirl of fur and jeers. It was a party, for something that So’Tharoraht was too drunk (and too full of sugar) to recall. So’Tharoraht lived a modest Kharajyr life, even though he had been self-sufficient for well over a year now. He sold the odd item and animal pelt to passerby, and took refuge in the trees more often than he’d hoped. At age seventeen, So’Tharoraht’s life was about to change drastically.

As the Kharajyr danced, So’Tharoraht thought it good to sit awhile to shake off the dizziness. After a minute or two, he decided to check on his cart that was a little ways down the path. As he stumbled down the road, he noticed wheel marks in the mud. So’Tharoraht swore under his breath.

“Oh well,” So’Tharoraht said to himself, “I only had three minas anyway…” So’Tharoraht continued a little more down the path, in a drunken thought that perchance the cart fell over and was abandoned. Quickly realizing that the cart was lost, So’Tharoraht turned to go back, until… he noticed a glimmer atop a hill.

Might be something I could sell, So’Tharoraht thought in a vain effort to preserve some worth about him. As he got closer to the shimmering object, it began to take shape.

“It’s a body,” said So’Tharoraht with a slight bit of shock. The shimmer was not the body, but rather its belt buckle, reflecting the pale light of the full moon. So’Tharoraht noticed that body did not belong to that of a Kharajyr, but that of an elf. He was clothed with a black cloak with white trim, and a hat of the same design, save for a large gilded feather protruding from it.

An elf? So’Tharoraht thought with amazement, What’s an elf doing lying dead this far inland? So’Tharoraht searched the body of anything of value, but not without noticing that the body was not harmed in any way. No blood, no bruises, no look of sickness or starvation. So’Tharoraht thought this odd, for obvious reasons, but nevertheless continued searching the body.

“Two hundred minas, a gold ring and an iron sword.” said So’Tharoraht as he took inventory of his findings. So’Tharoraht found a couple of odd bits of string and cloth, but nothing more. He decided to finally get back to the party when he tripped on something soft. Audibly cursing, So’Tharoraht looked for whatever made him meet the earth. A leather-bound tome with a bright silver moon attached to the cover. For reasons unknown, So’Tharoraht decided to keep the book, and set up camp for the night. On the top of a massive tree, So’Tharoraht lay, fascinated with the books contents. The Findings of the Black Rose was written on the inside with perfect handwriting, in several languages.

So’Tharoraht poured over its content throughout many nights. It contained an ominous record of the studies of the elf that So’Tharoraht found lying dead in the brush. Theories and stories on the moon, sanity/, psychology, a term the author called "lune"-acy, and a family cursed by vile creatures, were contained within. So’Tharoraht finally found something of interest to him in his monotonous life, besides drink, cake, and parties. He became a sort of admirer of this dead elf, and devoted his time to proving his theories.

In the time that follows:

Three years of gazing upon the moon and restless nights rendered So’Tharoraht’s pupils a bright blue, with pupils that are barely visible under normal circumstances. Of course, such excursions weren’t without vulnerability. The horrid moaning creatures of the night once thought it smart to attack the gazing Kha’Pantera. They were reduced to their former corpse status, but years of this left their scars upon So’Tharoraht.

Now we have him as he is now: age twenty, emotionless, and under normal circumstance can be described as "trance-like.” Using the knowledge found in the tome, he learned to control outward expression, and use rationale. Unfortunately, this reduced his former self to a mere memory, and any emotion can only be seen in the direst circumstances. So’Tharoraht could never fight with much prowess, save for the fact that Kharajyr strength far outmatches humans, so he used the same techniques he used to change himself to unnerve his opponents and bend their thought to his choice. So’Tharoraht doesn’t think himself a villain, as he would not kill for gain, but he would use someone without violent intention. With both inherent love for Metzli and respect for the Tlatlanni, So’Tharoraht integrates his knowledge with what he and his compatriots see in conformity.

Character's ambitions:

So’Tharoraht’s ambitions include: writing (poetry, which came with his previous business [i write verse IRL]), using his knowledge to one day affect a major event or occurrence (such as, for example, a major political decision like a change in governmental leadership[not like it will come to that anytime soon]), and to perhaps ascend to a position of importance.

_---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?:

So’Tharoraht looks straight into the human’s eyes, his pale-blue orbs not once breaking contact.

“You realize I’ve been watching you the entire time,” said So’Tharoraht, obviously with intent to make the human fearful, “I, or any other of my kind could have killed you without so much as a care.”

“P-please! D-don’t be hasty!” stammered the human as his eyes grew large with terror at the imposing Kha’Pantera, “I only need food and water. I’ll leave, I’ll leave! But just let me have something to drink!” So’Tharoraht made a gesture towards a hollow in a nearby tree.

“Sleep there for tonight,” said So’Tharoraht as he threw a water-skin and a loaf of bread to the human, “Then you must leave.”

“Oh! T-thank you kind one!” said the human, grateful for the show of kindness, “I’ll never forg-“

“Then you have exactly two hours after dawn to run as fast as your weak legs can carry you, or your last sight will be of an arrow sticking out of your chest,” So’Tharoraht said with eyes still unblinking. The human stood, gaping after his sentence was cut off by these grim words. So’Tharoraht left the human where he stood, heading back to the city. He never had any intent of killing the human, and left him to believe his life was still in danger. He’ll be able to run all the faster, So’Tharoraht thought to himself as he walked down the path.

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?:

So’Tharoraht lifted his head and stared at the dwarf, and without saying a word, gets up and sits across from the dwarf.

“Oi, what d’you thinks you’re doin’?!” yells the dwarf, “I’m talking t’you flea-bag!” So’Tharoraht still examined the dwarf with his piercing eyes.

“I wonder how you can stand being so short,” said So’Tharoraht, attempting to enrage the dwarf. The condescending dwarf turned a shade of bright red at this comment, and launched a hairy fist at the Kharajyr. So’Tharoraht easily ducked the clumsy swing, and then grabbed the dwarf by the collar. The dwarf dangled off the ground like a helpless kitten at the mercy of its mother.

“Oi! Put me down!” yelled the dwarf, still enraged, but now gripped in fear, “I says put me down!”

“You see these scars?” questioned So’Tharoraht pointing to the one across his eye, “I got these from fighting horrors far worse than you, and I’m not nearly the fiercest of my kind.” With that, So’Tharoraht placed the dwarf back on the ground. Upon gaining control of his body, the dwarf sat back down, looking sullen. The dwarf no longer bothered So’Tharoraht for the rest of the time he remained in 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?

So’Tharoraht looks at his friend squarely in the face, with an obvious look of disapproval.

“[insert name here],” said So’Tharoraht, “you do realize that you may die for this, do you?”

“Y-yes, but its cake!” defended the friend, “He already ate his share anyway! It was the last slice!”

“I’ll make a suggestion,” said So’Tharoraht with a hint of a smile, “You give me whatever is left of that cake, and you won’t have to die.”

“B-but I-“ stammered [insert name here], before being cut off.

“Come on now,” insisted So’Tharoraht, “either you give me the rest of the cake, or your body will be cast down from the altar.”

“P-please!” begged So’Tharoraht’s friend, “You wouldn’t have me killed! We’ve been friends ever since I moved here!”

“I must honor Metzli, [insert name here].” So’Tharoraht got up to leave when his friend grabbed hold of his cloak.

“I don’t have any more cake!” wept the friend, “Please! I’ll do anything! Just don’t have me killed!”

“Anything you say?” asked So’Tharoraht with a sinister look, “How generous.” The days afterward consisted of So’Tharoraht’s friend preforming a number of mundane tasks that would have otherwise encumbered So’Tharoraht. There was a trial, and witnesses brought So’Tharoraht’s friend to the stand. He was found guilty, and thus executed. So’Tharoraht never uttered a word, nor had any hand in his friend’s death. Quite a pitiful end to his use, if I do say so myself, thought So’Tharoraht, as he gazed upon the lifeless body of his former friend.

Notes: The character's abilities may seem a bit powergamish, but do take into mind that all he is doing is anticipating sentient nature, and using that to anticipate how he shouldn't act. All the book has done for him is teach him ways to indirectly/directly alter a being's main point of focus (which is, in fact, very useful). I'm also quite positive that such uses of psychology will only work if the target is a bit more than decent at roleplaying properly. No, he is not an infallible genius, far from it, in fact. So'Tharoraht only uses concepts and knowledge not generally known, so it may turn out to backfire on him, but we'll only know if I develop the character (which is why everything here is written in the first place).

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, So’Tharoraht swear to follow the Tlatlanni and to uphold his laws until the final breath of life escapes mine lips, and I swear to hold the most sacred Metzli and her actions as the divinity they are.

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[Wretched 2075]

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One big problem, your lore is wrong, there is no longer a transformation, it is now simply a new race.

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[Tharor 0]

Whoops, guess the lore on the wiki tab was a little out-dated. My apologies, I'll get to fixing that ASAP. :grin:

"A wrinkle in the folds of dreams

Though it does not shed a beam of light

How peculiar one holds it

Non-substantial yet we fear the sight

Twists the fate of one's reality

into insanity a single fold hails 'hark!'

as all our final beheld sight

Is of our vision clouding to dark"

[Princeton 396]

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