Ja'sahra's Kharajyr Application

[Lita 677]

MC Username:

Escharian

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

Ja'Sahra

Character Skillset:

Swordsmanship: 22

Mining: 67

Blacksmithing: 39

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender):

Sahra is a twenty-three year old female Kha'Cheetrah.

Personality:

Sahra is a morally neutral Kha' she does not care particularly for the status of those around her unless they prove themselves to her.

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

When she was young, she never had many friends. Many of the Kha' females she did meet were jealous of her beauty, and the males were appalled at the idea of being friends with a girl. She only had one true friend, really, a boy named Vex. Her and Vex loved spending time mining, and out playing with wooden swords. She taught him a bit of how to mine, and he taught her how to swing a sword, after all, his father was a soldier. Tragedy struck, however, when her father was caught in a mining accident. He tragically didn't survive, and her mother passed on soon after from grief at the loss of her metz'al.

Now an orphan, Sahra spent all of her time with Vex, until they turned fifteen. At that point, they separated, him going in to the army, and her sneaking out of the main island and going to Asulon. She spent a long while learning the accent and the customs, especially liking the elven language and learning a few words. Over this time she learned rudimentary swordsmanship and blacksmithing, requiring it to defend herself, and dabbled in a bit of magic, never learning anything useful, only the philosophy. She was never wealthy, but she did not go hungry.

Character's ambitions:

Sahra aspires to improve her mining skills, as well as her blacksmithing skills.

---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?:

The leaves blocking out the hot sun, I roamed through the jungle, in search of nothing. I sliced my saber through a mat of bushes, and was surprised to hear a yelp from the other side. Scurrying out came a human, looking badly starved and exhausted. His eyes showed fear as he looked at me, and he fell to the ground.

From his mouth came a language I understood, strangely, "Oh please daemon, refrain from slaying a lost man."

I gave him a look, and spoke, "Sa'vi, strange one. Why do you bow?" He looked up at me, confusion evident on his face, slowly rising from his place.

"You don't mean to slay me?" He asked, hesitantly.

"By Metztli no, what gave you that idea?" I responded, surprised at the strange one's behavior.

"You have the fur of an ocelot, yet the eyes and body of a mortal." He said, matter-of-factly.

"Could not too be said that you have the body of a Kharajyr, but the flesh of a pig?" I retorted.

"Too true," he said, then asked, "May I have something to eat? I am very hungry."

I sighed, and pulled an apple from my bag, along with some water.

"Here" I said, handing them to him. He accepted them graciously, eating like a kitten who had played all day. I watched him, taking in the odd pale skin and lapse of tail. He was bald by most accounts, aside from the hair on his head. He quickly finished the food and drink, and graciously thanked me.

"What is your name, strange one?" He asked me.

"I am Sahra, yours?"

"Maxwell"

"'tis a pleasure to meet you Maxwell. Why are you so furless?"

"I'm not from this island. I come from far away, a land called Asulon, filled with many like me and others not so much. In Asulon, I am what you would call a human. And what are you, ocelot girl?"

"Mine race is that titled the Kharajyr, native to this island. Asulon you say? Well, I would certainly like to visit, how did you get here?"

"On a boat, but it is damaged. Could you help me repair it?"

"Aye, let me see it." And that was how I made my journey to Asulon, this was in fact a month after my sixteenth birthday.

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?:

"Blessed be, dry land!" I called out, finally disembarking the boat from the Kharajyr island. I had been on it for a month with nothing but the sea and Maxwell to keep me company, and one is not much company when steering a boat. Looking around, I saw dozens of people similar in flesh to Maxwell, some with pointed ears, some short and muscled, some huge and green, and some exactly like him.

"Max?" I called out to the boat. He peaked his head over the side, and said, "Go on without me, into the tavern over there and get us a room. I'm just going to get this docked right. You have the minas I gave you correct?"

Throughout the ride, Maxwell instructed me in the basic ethics of Asulon, and gave me a bag of minas for travelling. I nodded, and walked off into the tavern he had pointed out, the Sea Shanty. I walked inside, and was greeted by stares from a dozen different people. Whispers began to spread, and a small creature stood up, one called a dwarf according to Maxwell's books.

"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 shouted at me. I flinched, was this how the people of this land acted? No, I thought, Maxwell was kind.

I retaliated, "And you would make a fine waterskin dwarf."

He seemed dumbfounded, finding that I could talk, and instantly sat down. I approached the barkeep unhindered, and ordered a room and some beef. It was a pleasure to eat hot food after so long on salted meat and stale bread. Eventually, Maxwell came in and sat next to me, ordering a similar meal. We sat in silence as the stares and whispers died down, and finally departed to our rooms, ready to end the day.

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?

It had been many years since I had seen Vex, and mysteriously one day he showed up at my door. Maxwell and I had parted long before the pounding on the door came. I rose from my seat in my small house and peaked out. I was dumbfounded by waht I saw. Instantly, I threw open the door.

"Vex!" I shouted, pulling him in to a bear hug.

"Hullo Sarha, how have you been?" He asked sullenly. I looked at him and saw grief in his eyes.

"I am well, but it appears you are far from it. Come inside, and tell me what is wrong."

I pulled on his hand and he entered my hovel, having a seat across from me at the table. I offered him some food, but he shook his head.

"Sarha, I have done something incredibly ill-advised." He mournfully told me.

"What did you do Vex?" I asked, confused.

His eyes closed, as if deep in thought, and he sighed, "I slaughtered one of our own kind of a slice of cake."

I was dumbfounded. Never in my life had I expected to hear something like this from Vex, kind and thoughtful Vex. The army does truly terrible things to people. I rose from my seat and began pacing.

"Where was this?" I asked, my voice touched with anger and pity.

"Arethor, a week ago. I don't know what to do, the cake had me hallucinating and I just found my sword in his chest."

I sighed, continuing to pace. "Who was it?" I asked.

"A friend of mine from the army. He had no standing in Arethor."

"Were their any witnesses?"

"No."

"Then you should be fine. Forget it ever happened."

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?

Am I required to say yes to be accepted? If so, yes, if not, no.

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

[Wretched 2075]

Accepted.

A well thought out app, but Ja' has no meaning anymore since the island and temple were taken, most Kha' no longer use a prefix.

Welcome to the Kharajyr.

[Lita 677]

((First try FTW!))

[Princeton 396]

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