[Kaydovee_] Kharajyr Application [Valrock] [Edited]

[D A N N Y 966]

MC Username:

Kaydovee_

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

So'Valrock

Character Skillset:

Havingly been taught by his father and mother various skills for survival, Valrock is faster than usual, constantly able to blend in whilst in enviroments that supports his fur's camoflaurge, otherwise he would try his best by hiding in bushes which would usually work out if he hid further in the bush and kept his tail close to his body.

He has an extensive knowledge for medication and herbalism, understanding properties of a series of plant life, he's never tried to make an antidote as he was apparently 'not ready' for that at his age when he lived in his original birthplace.

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender):

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Subrace: Cheetrah

Apperance:

Valrock stands at 5'1", his eyes are a pale-blue. His claws are rather sharp, used to scramble up trees and grasp onto areas which lack grip. His fur is a dark yellow sandish fur, decorated with black spots across his body. He has padded paws used to trample and travel across the hard terrains of Asulon. He lacks any hair besides fur, only just starting to grow some hair on his head.

Personality:

Valrock's personality is based on how he's treated, as he believes in chances, a good first impression is what is the spark of friendship to him usually, if respect and care is shown towards his existence, he shall show the same. If treated wrong ,he will pray to Metztli for guidance, hoping to avoid violence. Otherwise he'll find ways to harrass on his rivals if out of hand.

He handles anger strangely greatly, not allowing racist remarks go over his head, flipping off. He shall hold onto his anger, finding a better solution, Metztli the Goddess.

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

Valrock was born in Karakatuan jungle, raised by his father and mother, his father was a successful hunter who then became his inspiration, he believed he was destined to make his father proud, setting ambitions to reach the success like his father. To raise a family and make the Tla' and his kind proud of him. his father onstantly tagged him along for hunts, bringing back great quantitys of chicken, pigs and cows that they spotted. He was taught how to blend in the enviroment, taught to keep his hopes up high and his head down low.

His mother studied in herbalism, constantly expermenting on different plants and herbs, she was specifically interested in making antidotes to treat illness or heal wounds. Durkhan tried his best to spend time with his mother without losing interest, which was usually hard due to him rather being out in the wilds hunting with his father.

Valrock's parents along with his kind were driven out of their habitat from the invasion of Orcs, his father couragiously held them off with a few other Kharajyrs as he and his mother ran off with the rest of his kind. He ran with the thoughts of guilt and regret, yet hope ran through his mind. His father purposely told him to run to extend and keep running the bloodline, and for his father and ancestors' sake that's what he shall do.

Character's ambitions:

Like the mainstream father and son scenario, the child always wants to be his father. In this case, it's pretty much the same. He wishes to succeed his requirments to keep the bloodline running and perhaps make a prideful name for himself in the Kharajyr history.

_---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?:

*Valrock blinks, spotting the seemingly distressed traveller, his face seems rather pale, his lips crackled and minor scratches scattered across the complexion of his skin*

*The man's eyes widen as he spots Valrock, opening his mouth to speak, his 'common' sounds a bit faulty at first as if he hasn't talken to anyone in days*

Man: "Hall- *cough* -Hello?"

*Valrock narrows his eyes, keeping a good distance away from the 'ape', tilting his head to the side*

Man: "Do you speak common?"

*The man's eyes grow teary out of either relief or fear, he gestures to himself, announcing his name*

Gerald: "I'm..Gerald. Who are you?"

*Valrock sighs, deciding to speak, seemingly irritated by the man's crackling dry voice*

Valrock: "Guo' awai..ape, yur' nut welcewm hier."

*Gerald blinks, taking a few moments to translate what Valrock is speaking before stepping back, nodding*

*Valrock bares his jaws, growling to intimidate and provoke the man*

*The man squeaks, spinning on his heel, running in another direction whilst flailing his arms around wildly*

*Valrock smiles, hoping the man's next Kha' he meets will be his last*

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?:

Dwarf: "Kitty, yer' fawkin' furball. Yer'll be good as a rug, won' ya?"

*Valrock blinks, his eyes narrowing as he works out what the dwarf is blabbering on about*

Dwarf: "Oi, kitty, yer' talk? Yer' wan' some cake, fat fawker."

*Valrock sighs, his voice is slightly irritated as the dwarf continues his racism remarks*

Valrock: "Vallock dun' tulk' tuu' dose unworby of da' Khar."

*The dwarf bursts into laughter, slapping his knee before taking a sip of ale, he places it down on the bench, having to get on his tippie-toes in order to do so*

Dwarf: "I've had enough of yer' bulls*** kitteh, yer' race and ye can f*** off, you're not holy, alright? You're just a bunch ov' wild animals dat' can talk."

*Valrock snarls quietly, staring at the table, forming fists out of his paws, taking deep breaths to avoid losing it*

Dwarf: "Oh, did I say something wrong, Kitty? It's the bloodeh truth."

*Valrock's growling grows louder as he kicks the chair back, standing at his full height, he approaches the dwarf, his face full of hatred and anger*

Valrock"Vallock and Kha' bedda den' yew' shurt APES."

Valrock: "You harv' beeg wurds for such smull' ape."

*Valrock gestures the size difference with his paws as he speaks in a harsh tone*

*The dwarf grunts quietly, taking another sip before placing it down*

Dwarf: "Shattup, furball. Learn to speak da' fawken commun before ye' try and speak to me."

*Valrock decides to walk away, replying back as he walks back*

Valrock: "Sorreh, cun' hear such smull ape' you hab tu cume' up tuu Vallock's ear."

*The dwarf grunts as comments about his height is mentioned, he throws the mug onto the floor, causing small dents and splattering ale all over his boots*

Valrock: "Shamful' yewr' beeg bully blockin' yer feiw ov yawr fuuts?"

*The dwarf heads to the exit of the Tavern, halting to glare at Valrock before continuing*

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?

(For this RP, Durkhan is a made up charcter which will supposedly be Varlock's 'close friend')

*A loud pounding emits from the dwellings' door, Varlock naps on his rather comfortable bed*

*Varlock's eyes squints open, he sits up from his bed, checking to see if he was hearing things*

*The pounding occurs again, this time only louder, he scrambles out of bed, rushing over to the door, peeking outside*

Durkhan: "Surwee fer' tarpin on yur dour dis' laite."

*Varlock blinks, yawning quietly as he notices the frowning on his friend's face, he invites him in, expecting bad news*

Varlock: "Wuld yew' like sum' mewlk?"

*Durkhan shakes his head, curling his lip, he stares at the ground*

Durkhan: "Vallock, Durkharn dun' sumsing bad."

Valrock: "Bad?"

Durkhan "Yus, bad."

Valrock: "Bad bad, likeh bad.. or bad?"

*Durkhan blinks, scratching his chin before opening his mouth to answer, Valrock interrupts him*

Valrock: "Dun' worree, continue un."

Durkhan: "Ehh, rite."

Durkhan: "Durkharn..keel anudda Kha' for sum' slice ov' cake."

*Valrock's eyes explode open, he sighs, slapping his own knee out of dissapointment*

Valrock: "Aiii...da' no guud, how bout' tumurrow...wi' go to Tla' und tull heem wha happun."

*Durkhan's face suddenly turns one out of anger*

Durkhan: "Nuo! Da' Khar' dibserbed eet. He luuk'd at Durkharn aniwai."

*Valrock shakes his head*

Valrock: "Nuo, da' nawt righ, yew kill Kha, Tla' decii. You bedda' tull' heem befur' Meztili tull' heem hurself."

*Durkhan's eyes widen, they show fear, he nods slowly before letting out a relieved sigh*

Durkhan: "Ohkai, I trus' yew Vallock, I tull' Tla' tumorrow."

*Valrock nods, guiding Durkhan to the door, telling him to have a good night rest*

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?

"Yus, Vullock swure' tuu' fullow da' Tla' an arphuld hiz' larw, Durkahn ulso' swurez tu huld Metztli da' goddus and all hur' actwans sucred."

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

(I currently don't have a Kharajyr skin, I will be making/requesting one if this application is accepted)

[D A N N Y 966]

( I just realised I posted the wrong application, this was the first before I decided to change my name, apologies. )

[Geo 1415]

Pending

Please fill out the last open response question.

[Wretched 2075]

Your application has been....

ACCEPTED!

Welcome to the Kharajyr. Put in a modreq for your race change and TP to the jungle.

Have fun little Cheetrah~

[D A N N Y 966]

MEGUSTA.

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(( Nooo! I like throwing stuff at you :(

[MonkeyCoffee 516]

Oh another lil' b**ch I can torture!

[Princeton 396]

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