Si'kharjo's Application

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EDIT: Not sure why some of the color text broke, but I hope it isn't too big of an issue. It's only the top part.

 

[color="#00BFFF"]MC Username:[/color] cmack1028



[color="#00BFFF"]Rp Username (be sure to include the correct prefix, look up on info thread):[/color] Si'Kharjo.



[color="#00BFFF"]Character Skillset:[/color] Kharjo a skilled lumberjack but is also very intelligent and is a fair redstone engineer.



[color="#00BFFF"]Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender):[/color] Kharjo is a 19 year old male Tigrasi.



[color="#00BFFF"]Personality:[/color] Kharjo is a very tall, brawn and proud Tigrasi and very intelligent when it comes to things like redstone wiring and insulting. He loves picking verbal fights but he can still back himself in case things get taken too far. He's talented with both his claws and an axe. He hates most people besides his own kin, and has a special hate towards Orcs. Depending on the crowd he's around, he can either be a man of few words or the loudest person in the room.



[color="#00BFFF"]Please include a short bio of your character's life: Kharjo was the child of two unfamiliar Tigrasis in Asulon. Shortly after Siisen, his mother, gave birth to him, she was killed by a group of Orcs and was used as a doormat. This drove Raniik, his father, nearly insane. Raniik decided early on that he would devote the rest of his life to killing Orcs, but before he could do so, he needed to raise Kharjo and teach him to defend himself. Kharjo grew up very quickly, thanks to the proper nutrition he was given. At the age of 16, Raniik had made Kharjo like an unstoppable war machine. They spared every day since Kharjo was just able to walk. Raniik tought Kharjo how to use a blade, an axe and his claws and also sharpened his mind with mathematics and reading lessons daily. The day of Kharjo's 17th birthday, Raniik deemed Kharjo ready for the rest of his life. He said his goodbye, and Raniik went off, storming off to an Orcish desert, armed to the teeth. It's no surprise that Raniik died that very same day. Kharjo has been looking for his own kin, it took him over a year but he's finally found them and is ready to live the rest of his life to the fullest.



Character's ambitions:[/color] Kharjo wishes to become a Do', a guard for the Tlatlanni.



[u][b][color="#00BFFF"]_---Situational Rp Questions---_[/color][/b][/u]


1.
[color="#00BFFF"]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?: Kharjo unclips his axe, ready to swing at any given moment. He listens to the human rambling on about nonsense and makes a loud hiss to the human. As the man doesn't move, Kharjo jolts forward, watching the human flinch and run in the direction he came from. Kharjo reclips his axe and continues walking, humming to himself.

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?: Kharjo eyes the dwarf, almost holding back a smile as he thinks about beheading him. He walks up to the dwarf, one hand on his axe hilt and the other on his chin. He looks down at the dwarf with a threatening gaze, noiseless. The dwarf backs up a bit, but continues to torment Kharjo. Kharjo pulls back for a second in a crouch, then thrusts his upper body into the air with a furious roar, unclipping his axe while doing so. The dwarf backs up even more, shutting up finally. Kharjo cracks a grin as he turns to walk away with his axe still in hand. As he's beginning to distance himself from the dwarf, the dwarf tosses the mug he drinking out of towards Kharjo's back. From the corner of his eye, Kharjo turns with a sidesweeping chop, denting the mug and sending it back to the dwarf's direction. Kharjo begins humming to himself as he walks away, clearly pleased with himself.


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? Kharjo slams his arm on the table, upset with his friend. He knows his friend broke a major law and would be treated as equal if he was found trying to help him. Kharjo calms a bit, cracking his neck and lowers himself to a chair. Kharjo takes a moment to think, eyeing his friend as he sits neveriously. "Where wussa it dun?" Kharjo asks. "I killed huwm in thuh tawvurn." the other Kha' says. "I hid thuh body fur naow." Kharjo sighs, twiddling his thumbs. As he avoids eye contact, Kharjo looks down at his hands and mutters, "You must leawve, at least fur naow... Pack up your things, cawm back in ah yeawr... I will try to cover fur you, but you will get in ah lawt uf trouble." The other Kha' looks down, a tear dripping from his eye. "When will I knuw it issa safe tu come back?" he says. "You will just knuw. Trust me." Kharjo says as he walks to the door, opening it as he tilts his head to it, trying to get the Kha' to leave. The Kha' picks himself up and walks out.



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.


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[Geo 1415]

Accepted

 

Welcome back to the Kharajyr Cmack, I look forward to playing with you again!

[Princeton 396]

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