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[Aren Whitestorm 65]

MC Username:

Tyber1231

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

Sa'Kortha

Character Skillset:

Cooking: 40

Farming: 40

Excavation: 10

Archery: 50

Herbalism: 10

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender):

Kortha is a rather typical Kharajyr. She is a female of Kha’Leparda line, and appears rather normal. Aged 26, she is of average height. Most of the body covered with black spots, typical for Kha’Lepardas, except for face and torso. Blue, almost green eyes under dark eyebrows, underneath streaks of slightly tangled bunch of brown hair.

Personality:

Kortha is not an ‘easy Kharajyr’. She can be rather hard at times, especially if having her work interrupted. Despite having her moments of anger, she tends to be calm. Those traits make her enjoy spending time working, and make her slightly uneasy when she is in a huge group of other Kha, or being in centre of attention. By others, mostly outsiders, Kortha might be considered stupid because of her background, but she is as bright as any other Leparda. As other Kha, she rather…..’dislikes’, the way the ‘apes’ treat her kind.

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

Kortha was born into not so well-off family of a Leparda couple. Since other kittens in litter she was in passed away sooner or later, she was under pressure by her parents. They did love her; still, they had their expectancies. Pressed by her father, she learnt use of bow. By her mother, farming, cooking, and basic healing, such as making use of bandages. She was sometimes stressed, sometimes too thin, but that gave her skills to support her family and the rest of Kha. Sadly, only the second one ended up as her vision. Her parents died, for reasons she was not well aware off. Lonely, she ended up amidst other Kha in their new land, trying to set things right for herself.

Character's ambitions:

She isn’t very ambitious. Of course, she did dream of having riches and ease the nobles and rich people had, but she knew it was just a dream. Instead, her focus is supporting the Kha people and her Tlatlanni the best she can. Her ambition is merely having a good life.

_---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?:

Being out hunting for some meat for couple of days, she was weary, but her attention immediately sprang up nonetheless. Sniffing the air, she can smell sweat and weariness of the man. Her expression softens, guessing that the human is not hostile or a danger, merely in need of help. Still, she doesn’t trust him much, knowing how other apes treat her kind. Feeling reluctant, she gives the stranges a bit of food and water, then roughly pointing out in direction of exit from Kha lands. “No tha’ for you, huuman. Leave now.” She would retreat, carefully watching the human. “Oh…thank you for food…” He sighs, starting to make his way in direction pointed out. Kortha would watch the human until he was gone. She would return to her hunt afterwards.

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?:

Kortha hisses at the dwarf, not taking this from some small bearded man. She looked around, and took some caution, seeing other dwarves; they could have been together. She looks back to the dwarf, who smiled sarcastically “Oh, is te’ kitty angry now? How cute.”

She tensed, and made a decision. Kortha slashed at the dwarf’s face with a clawed hand/paw, while he was still smiling idiotically to her. She felt satisfaction when her claws dug through the dwarf’s face, leaving 5 red lines that will turn into scars.

He cried out in pain, grabbing his face, frowning in pain. Others started to pick themselves up, reaching for their scabbards or backs. But, she did not waste time. Making her way through the busy place, having all attention on her, she run out the tavern and away, as far as possible.

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?

Kortha takes a seat, her tail twitching, still going through what she just heard. She sighs, running her hand through her hair/mane, looking at her friend. He was slightly twitching, obviously nervous or scared.

“…Me thinks yu shuud leave, now. Take some fuud and wat’r.” Kortha lifted herself up, and with doubt on her heart, she collected some basic things for her friend, forcing the bundle into her friend’s arms. “Hurry, maybe dey will not find yu.”

He looks at it; great guilt in his eyes “I didn’t want to, I just had this sweet tooth….” “Go yu fool, befur they’ll find yu.” He nods slightly, and then goes to the door. As he is about to press the doorknob, he turns around once more, with a faint cat-like smile. “Thank you Kortha.” She nods slightly, not hearing as the door behind him closes. She feels sadness for her friend, and small guilt for keeping him safe.

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 swear to follow the Tlatlanni and his laws, and hold Metzli’s and her actions sacred.

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[Geo 1415]

Accepted

Welcawm Sa'Kortha; yur skeels weel'ah be mawst usefawl

[Princeton 396]

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

[Princeton 396]

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