Chikaea's Khara'jyr App Number One

[Chikachu 402]

MC Username:

Chikaea

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

S'Isiris

Character Skillset:

Most, if not all of Isiris' skills focus around fighting. Archery, hand-to-hand combat, the art of ambush, knife-fighting, and such. She can cook, and she fish as well, but to Isiris these are the minor of her skills, and she usually leaves them to others.

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender):

Isiris is a slender Kha'Leparda with cautious golden eyes and long hair, left to hang around her face, though she will pull it back when she needs to hunt or fight in order to keep it out of her way. She stands at 6'4", though only other Kha will see her standing at her full height. With Non-Kha, she crouches, ready to attack to defend as neccessary.

Personality:

Stubborn. Isiris is, above all, stubborn. She hates it when she doesn't get her way, and she will fight tooth and nail to get her way. Still, she understand respect, and though she may not show her respect at first, once she is scolded she will be obediant and do as she is told, though she will likely grumble about it after. She is very blunt, and doesn't always understand the point of beating around the bush or telling half-truths. That isn't to say she doesn't lie, but she either lies, or doesn't lie, she won't resort to that kind of trickery.

Isiris is also very emotional. Her emotions rule a lot of what she does, and it shows in her actions. When she is angry, she is furious, when she is happy, she is extatic, when she is sad, she is miserable, and so on, and her actions stem from whatever feelings she is experiencing at the time.

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

Growing up, Isiris was always told about her mother, who had died only a few short months after she was born. Whether it was true or not, Isiris was always told that her mother had been the perfect Kha, and that everything she had done was better than everyone else. When she began to interact with the other kittens, she decided that it was her destiny to be like her mother and be better than the others at everything. However, though she fought hard for this to be true, she found one kitten often pulled ahead of her - his name was Scicle.

Furious at Scicle's continued winning, Isiris began to throw every weapon she could at the poor kitten. She pointed out every flaw in everything he did, and made it a chore to find everything wrong with his work. In the meantime, she would practice the best she could to beat Scicle at everything he tried. When it eventually showed that she would never surpass him in the creative arts - writing, cooking, studying - Isiris threw herself even more into fighting and hunting, doing her best to perfect herself in every way at them.

Then, one day, Scicle left, shortly after he became an adult. Three years and two months his junior, Isiris still wasn't even an adult Kha yet and found herself wishing she could follow him. He had so much been the focus of her young life, that Isiris found she didn't know what to do with herself once he was gone. Suddenly the main focus that had kept her going was gone, and she couldn't find her footing once the balance was off. The first time she went through her trial of adulthood, she failed, and miserably, although there was no reason for her to fail. Whatever the reason, she just couldn't do it. After suceeding the second time, Isiris attempted to take up her place as an adult, but found that she just couldn't manage it. After a year of trying, Isiris gave up with a fury and ran away, deciding to live out her life in the wilds.

Character's ambitions:

Isiris doesn't have any conscious ambitions, other than the day to day ambitions of survival. However, unconciously Isiris yearns for home and the place she grew up. Though she still is concious of her inabillity to fit in, she wishes desperately to return and take up her place among the Khara'jyr. She also, though even deeper, wishes to find Scicle again, telling herself that it was just to prove that she had become the better of the two.

_---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?:

Isiris glares at the ape as he begs, but straightens slightly with a smug look on her face. "Yu askka Isiris fur help?" she laughs, a confidant laugh, with her head thrown back. She whips her head back down to look at the ape, her fangs glistening slightly in the dim light of the forest. "Iffa yu wanta help frum me, yu will haf tu catch up tu me." And with that, and another short bark of laughter she spins on her heel and dashes off into the underbrush, leaving the human weak, tired and alone int he dangerous jungle.

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?:

Isiris whips around to face the dwarf, a snarl on her face. She dips into a crouch and the next moment she shoots toward the dwarf, tackling him and drawing her knife in a swift motion, bringing it down to plunge it into the soft flesh of his gut. She holds him, pinned to the ground, and twists the knife, whispering in his ear, "Such a beeg middle, I am shure yu won'ta meess eet much. Puur leettle fat un. Purhapsa we shoulda get yu a stuul su yu can stand uppa tu da beeg... keetteh." She snarls and twists the knife again, making the dwarf squirm, then removes it, standing up to allow the dwarf to stand. She smirks at him in triumph as he lays on the ground, and then promptly sashays her way out of the tavern.

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?

Isiris stares at her friend in shock, her eyes widening and her mouth opening slightly as she stares at them. She then bares her fangs and throws the nearest piece of furniture at them. "Geet out!" she screeches, reaching for a weapon this time and drawing it, furnishing it at them. "Yu du not come herra and breeng yur crimesa with yu. Naow geet out, befur I throw yu out on mai knife!" And with that she follows the former friend, brandishing her knife in front of her and jabbing towards them whenever they appear to not be heading toward the door. Once they are gone she sighs, her anger leaving her and misery replacing it at losing a friend, and she curls up on the floor away from the door and begins to cry.

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?

Yes.

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

[Geo 1415]

-Reviewing-

[Geo 1415]

Accepted

I just want to say thank you, that was a really nice app to read. From what you've told me in the application your a very feisty and savage Kharajyr, fantastic. Though you do live separated from other Kharajyr I do realise that you are indeed a lore correct Kharajyr. Welcome and remember to have fun, send me your Skype in a PM if you wish to be added to the Kharajyr chat.

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Congrats, Chi! :D

[Princeton 396]

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