Twiddlepop's Kharajyr Application

[Twiddlepop 99]

MC Username: Twiddlepop

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

Character Skillset: Pavajuura is agile and witty above all other qualities. She is able to assess a situation in quick time, and avoid some of the most life threatening situations. These qualities all help her escape tricky situations, as she finds herself in places she shouldn't be quite often. Pavajuura has a large amount of courage which allows her to confront tricky situations, but this confidence can sometimes translate into brashness.

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender): Pavajuura is a 28 year old female Kha'Leparda. She has sleek, smooth, caramel coloured fur with dark spots and a creamy muzzle. Her eyes are very large for her face, and are of an odd pale yellow colour. She is lightly muscled, with slender limbs and long, hooked claws. Pava has a round face and a slim muzzle, which makes her eyes look disproportionately large.

Personality: Pavajuura is fiercely patriotic, brash, loyal, and expressive. She speaks her mind and voices her opinions without fear of judgement or punishment,and she has little regard for consequences. Once allied to someone or something, Pavajuura will never, ever betray them; her loyalty is completely unbreakable. She believes that she is truly blessed to be Kharajyr, and will defend them in any way if she has to.

Please include a short bio of your character's life: Pavajuura has had a simple life so far, no luxuries or bonuses. When she was the age of five, she had a rather life changing encounter with an ocelot. She had run away from home to defy her parents and how she believed they restricted her, and was deep into the forests. As she sat against the trunk of a mighty tree, an ocelot apporached her, its inquisitive face breaking through the shadows around her. The ocelot and Pavajuura played for the rest of the day, and Pavajuura realised that her parents needed her, just as she needed them. Later, she went back to find the ocelot, but it never returned.

Her parents were fair and kind, nuturing her to become a success in the wide world of Asulon. Unfortunately, when she was near enough to seventeen years of age, Pavajuura's parents died in a horrible accident; this left Pavajuura a mess, unable to function normally. Gradually, Pavajuura rebuilt her confidence, and now she stands taller than ever, stronger than ever. She still prays for her parents in the temple, and honours their memories once every elven week, but she now dedicates herself to the race that raised her; The Kharajyr.

Character's ambitions: Pavajuura wishes to climb her way up the ranks of the Kharajyr, finding happiness in helping her race expand and flourish. She has no ambitions to make peace or to ally with other races, only to bring benefit to her people.

_---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?:

"P-please, help me!"

Pavajuura regards the man with a cold stare, her lip curling to reveal a sharp, white, fang. "Yu daayre come inta' tha lands of tha Kha?"

"I n-need food and water, I am so terribly lost! Please!"

"I will na' waste tha preshas supplies of tha Kha upon yu." Pavajuura spits onto the floor at the mans feet, sneering. "But ah will make sure yu leave thees lands befo' yu scavange anyting."

Pavajuura raises a paw toward the rising sun, her pupils constricting into slits in the bright light of the morning. "Tu tha fah east es a village. Follow tha sun and yu shall find shelta', since yu will ha' no shelta' from me."

The man blinks at the Kha, starting to walk away slowly. With a yowl, Pavajuura extends one of her paws, claws out, and the man shouts and turns to sprint away. As he disappears into the shadows, Pavajuura retracts her claws, never aiming to hurt the man, only to scare him away before he did any harm.

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?:

Pavajuura stalks toward the dwarf, and slams her hands down on his table. His ale mug tips, its contents spilling into the Dwarf's lap. His chatter has ceased now, and he stares at the Kha.

"Es there sahmting yu wish tu say?"

The Dwarf stands, pointing a stubby finger at the Kha. "There actually do be something I wish to say to you, ye scroungy feline piece o' crap."

Pavajuura leaps across the table with great speed, grabbing the Dwarf by the collar and holding him up against the wall of the tavern. The Dwarf's feet dangle in the air, and his face becomes slightly purple. The Kha hisses into his face. "Say eet. I dare yu."

The Dwarf swallows, his cheeks red from a mixture of lack of oxygen and alcohol, and splutters out words that make Pavajuura screech in fury. "Ye would look good above my mantlepiece, kitty."

The Kha throws him from the wall onto the table with a loud crash. She leaps over the top of him, looking down on him from above as he tries to regain his breath. "Yu will na' hear tha last o' thees, Ape." And with that, Pavajuura exits the tavern, breaking into a run to return to her people.

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?

"Ah keeled him."

Pavajuura pauses for a moment. "What do yu mean?"

"Ah keeled him, Pava! Ah killed him ova' tha cake!"

Pavajuura stops still, her blood running cold. A fellow Kha, murdered by her closest friend? Her emotions in conflict, she turns her sad eyes upon to her friend once more. "Why?" Her voice rises as rage overcomes her. "Why yu waste o' Kha?!"

Pavajuura pushes her friend from her dwelling, spitting and cursing at him. "Leave, ah' neva' return! All tha Kharajyr shall hear o' what yu have dahn!" She pauses for a moment, looking down at the earth below. "Yu have na' only lost a frien', but yur family tu." And with that, she returns to her dwelling, sobs of distress and betrayl coming from within.

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 do solemnly swear this.

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

[Wretched 2075]

. . . Under review . . .

[Wretched 2075]

Your application has been . . .

ACCEPTED!

Welcome to the Kharajyr. A wonderful application, it truly brings a smile to my face when I see people who really put the effort in, and your app has not failed to please. And the skin is simply beautiful.

Put in a modreq for your race change and TP to Xer'Tlaasu. Have fun!

[Twiddlepop 99]

Thank you so much! I really appreciate the acceptance, thank you again.

[Princeton 396]

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