Khaer'va's Application [Accepted]

[Kirrekith 80]

Minecraft Account Name: Kirrekith

Character Name: Khaer'va

Gender: Male

Age: 10

Appearance:

Khaer'va skin is virtually identical in shade to his mothers, Olarae. His clothes are separated into two areas his Tasset and Hood. The Tasset is long at the front and short at the sides and is separated by two overlaid Tassets on the back and front with one covering having a golden edging and the lower a grey trim. The side Tassets are grey trimmed meaning only the front and back have the gold trim. Going up the body two sheets of white material link the hood and the Tasset together perhaps making it sturdier to wear, On the front sheet a metal buckle is in place with gold edging like the Tasset surrounding the black material. Moving up this then connects to the hood section. The hood section also contains an overlay with the first section having a gold trim; the black cloth the trim surrounds is worn in places from it being scraped against stones and various materials Khaer'va has collided into. On his arms the upper arm has a clasp on it virtually identical to his mother’s; going down the arm another strap similar to his mother’s is also in place.

Looking at his feet you can see he walks barefoot from the fact he doesn’t were shoes, but also from the toughened skin around his feet very much more visible compared with non-toughened. Looking at his hands they look to unlike the feet not be toughened, the idea of the child performing any kind of laborious activity seems out of the question by the apparent softness of the hands. Looking up to his physic there seems nothing to be wrong with his stature, not fat but not too skinny, muscle growth is starting but is very faint on him, clearly no training has yet begun to create the need for the muscles to develop. Looking at his face it is young and smooth; his eyes stand out from his common appearance with one eye being green and the other blue. This must have been passed down from his parents.

Personality:

Khaer'va personality is very unusual for a Mori, during education there is always a power struggle for dominance, however Khaer'va was never seen part of this struggle. However, he doesn’t think on the simple basis of physical dominance, he took more pleasure engineering the power struggle, “Ul'mubar l'chess in'owail” as he would think. The manipulation of allies and enemies was more comforting to him then the idea of becoming the top dog by physical means, eventually this did lead to him becoming the Alpha of the class however it was a Shadow King’s role, the unseen and unheard voice of the educational culture.

This shadowy staged life also has led to Khaer'va’s antisocial behaviour among his own kind furthering his separation from others; this in turn has affected his ability to control those around him. His mother’s occasional guidance however has always been there to forcefully push him back onto the correct path.

Biography:

Being born a Mori set Khaer'va on a very set path of his future, from an early age he was taught of his second class status to the opposite sex of his race. He was taught also that personal position amongst the society was crucial to him that anything less than the best would mean he had failed himself and his race. He did not take his ability to of greater perception as a just another gift, he from an early age has been honing and still honing his ability to perceive things, he has trained himself on this through moving amongst his own race trying to spot key and important information of their character. Often this would lead to people noticing, be it the occasion growl or stern glance to being simply pushed or kicked away for his actions.

Khaer'va’s lived amongst his people and like with most of his society rarely seeing or being directed by his parents, he didn’t even know his father, but then again he didn’t mind just meant it would be easier to remove him if the time came. Often sneaking out of from ‘overseers’ as he believed them to be he would travel the underground haven he had been born into. He preferred this isolation, the seclusion. The silence from the lives of his age group and his elders, the moments in which he spent alone helped him focus his mind, train his eye sight in the dark, help him coordinate his next actions. However these moments were short lived often getting found within the first ten minutes and being dragged back to where he belonged. As he grew up he began to find that the moments spent on his own away from his people increased, his ability to hide and meld with the shadows helping him to avoid discovery for longer, in turn helping him to hone his abilities. However that would end as he began to reach the age of ten, and soon would be pushed into education.

Finally being educated he began to learn the norms of his society and class group he had been moved into very apparent, with women ruling the men simply viewing them as living accessories for them. Khaer'va’s however did not shun this, he was still playing the same ball game as the females, but the rules had been changed. After his stay in education he would often find himself competing amongst the males for positions that he preferred to earn in shadows where his competitors could follow but not best him and also his social standing with the females, the social need for being desired, even though it meant he was an accessory it did not mean he couldn’t influence their will, it just was harder, and often led to him losing all social standing amongst them for long durations, they began to catch up on his game and so he eventually gave up letting them believe he had been broken, more easily tamed or bendable to their will, however time is something he has a lot of and silver tongue a great gift to be used when they themselves lower their defences to him once more.

His life has barely begun and a great many things await him in his education and future standing amongst his people, only time will tell what paths he will walk down.

Your Characters Ambitions:

Khaer'va’s ambitions stem from all Mori based beliefs of trying to achieve position in his society; however he differs in his belief of his second class standing. Though he may play a lapdog or a toy to his female companions that does not leave him without options. He will always try to use them to influence his will, though how he does this he must be careful. “Natha roma kor zhah folbol alurl naut guuan.” as he would say. Lust is another thing he has held dear to over the years, his lack of knowledge of his own father lowering his belief in the aspect of ‘Relationships’ though then again he has been known to be more caring in some scenarios, though too young to truly understand the point of relationships within society he merely has used this for his social standing amongst his age group.

===Roleplay Related Questions===

As your character wanders the back- streets of Menorcress, you sight a cloaked figure lurking in one of the shadowed nook behind a Brothel: a rustle of cloth is heard, and the figure ushers you in with a skeletal finger. The hooded figure implants information involving a conspiracy to over-throw the House of Miiyastra, and offers you a hefty sum of coin to partake in the planned attack. How does your character react?

Looking at the figure for a few moments he ushers no words simply staring for a few moments then he turns, shifting as he does he walks away no answer to the questions thinking to himself “Lu'oh waela zhah nindol nika?! Usstan tlun szith Killjam izil ulu pict phor natha velve” he asks himself moving further into the distance. As he moves further away the thoughts circuit his mind over what course of action to take, after a while a smile crosses his lips as the greatest answer comes to his mind “Naubol”. If something occurs from this then it may affect him however telling of this also may affect him as well, remaining as he is and prospering during whatever aftermath follows is what he must do.

Your character finds him/herself watching the Alure d’aphyon: the several fighters within the void maze wield only sticks as they prove their prowess as warriors by battling to the death. One of the fighters happens to be a close companion of yours, and you witness him being strategically corned by three of the other fighters and beaten to death. While the crowd cheers in celebration of violence, and the death of your friend. How does your character react?

Khaer’va looks upon his fallen comrade in battle, his lip twitches as few moments sensing a faint loss of his friend, and then scowls. “Zhennu, nin Usstan z'klaen ragar natha sel in'loil ulu jivvin wun nindol nibele” he mutters to himself knowing that he must find a new tool to use for his gain, though he may be only ten he still needs tools in which to use, smiling faintly he looks back at the three Mori that just killed his instrument, then he smiles speaking quietly “Xal uss d'mina orn quanth wun ukt k'lar.” Sitting back he relaxes he continues to watch the fight whoever survives might be mouldable to his will.

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