Raazhen's Kharajyr Application

[Raptorious 1899]

Note: I have permission from Geoboy66 to play this character the way it is described as it is neither lorebreaking nor un-rp.

 

OOC Information

MC Name: Raptor14 or Raptor14v

Have you read and fully understood Kharajyr lore?: Yes

Have you read and fully understood the Kharajyr application rules?: Mhm

Do you understand and accept that the Kharajyr application team may revoke this application in the future if they deem it necessary?: Yup

 Do you agree to both follow and uphold Kharajyr lore throughout your time in the Kharajyr?:  Ye  s!

Tell us one unique fact about Kharajyr lore, culture or history that you know.(We will check for plagiarism!):   It is completely forbidden to interrupt a ritual or sacrifice. If one was to interrupt a sacrifice, condoned by Metzli, one would be subject to severe punishment such as beatings, being tied to the whipping post at the top of the volcano and flogged, amongst other things.


 IC Information 

 RP Name (This includes your character’s prefix):  Sa’Raazhen

 Character Sub-race:  Tigrasi (Maltese)

Character appearance (Including age and gender):  Raazhen is a male 31 year old Tigrasi. He has bright cyan/green yes and a thick mane. He is a 6”8, strongly built Kha Tigrasi, rather average for his kind, though his appearance is rather strange. He is Maltese Tigrasi, a very strange thing within Karakatua. His family are a strange breed of Tigrasi, where their fur tends to be a bluish grey hue, rather than orange, making them look rather dark and dull amongst all the colour in the jungle. His ears are long and have black tufts at the end of them and has a long, grey tail. As a Tigrasi normally is, he is covered in long, black, sleek stripes across all his body.

 

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What is the personality of your character like?: Raazhen is quite a solitary kha and by nature, quite anti social. For many years he had lived on the edge of the island, trying to avoid social contact with the rest of the kha as much as he could. He is very reserved, doesn’t tend to divulge his secrets or his life stories very easily, wanting to keep his shame and his guilt to himself, not to mention his odd appearance.

 

Living in solitude for so long. Raazhen learnt the value of silence and time, learning to become patient and to wait for the things he wants, to a certain extent. Though if something should happen that is not to his liking, he would show some aggression and could very possibly turn violent. What triggers him to become violent are not certain a they often happen at random depending on his moods. He has almost no sense of humour at all.

Biography (If you are applying as a kitten, please only state the name of your parents/siblings)

 

Raazhen was born on Xer’Tlassu to two Kha Tigrasi, Si'Artharn and his met’zal, Si'Ratharra. They were both fairly average in appearance for Tigrasi, neither overly large or especially strong. The couple were quite a curious and inquisitive pair, interested in learning about the different cultures that dotted mainland. They were really quite liberal and were looked down upon by many of the Kha. Not long before the collapse of Asulon, the couple had a small litter of five kittens, though one was stillborn. Four Tigrasi kittens remained. One kitten was born oddly shaped and was crippled. It was deemed that it would not survive more than a few months. So the kitten was left in the jungle to die. Three kittens remained. A few weeks later two of the kittens gained a terrible fever and died three days later. One kitten remained.

 

This kitten was strong and it was healthy, there was not a thing wrong with it, except for one very odd thing; it was grey. The kitten had been born with a very odd pigmentation and instead of being a bright orange like the rest of it’s siblings, it was a deep, dark greyish blue, covered with streamed black stripes. At first the two of them thought this were odd and kept him a secret, growing him and feeding him, waiting to see if he too would perish like the rest of them. Though he did not.  He continued to grow and grow. By the age of 5 he was already beginning to learn how to climb and run around. At this point, the parents took this as a sign that he was ready. He would fulfil all that his siblings were never able to. They took him to Skar to look after, to raise, to teach and to train him. Things they knew they could never do.

 

And so they left. They left little Raazhen with Skar and left. They left to the mainland, to explore and to learn of all their cultures and religions. For years they travelled, learning and trading and living amongst people. In the eyes of the Kharajyr, they were Iba. Apes. They had lost their way and were no longer Kharajyr.  But Raazhen never thought of them. Sure, he remembered them, but he did not miss them. He had other priorities. Under the teaching of Skar he had become hopeful, ambitious. He was groomed since that young age to be a great hunter and warrior, like many Tigrasi before him. He had dreams of serving Tla’Morthawl as one of his Moonblades, being one of the greatest Dra that ever lived. Nothing more than a child’s dreams, but they drove him onwards. For many years he learned of Metzli, of the creation of the Kharajyr, of the culture, of how they were the chosen people. He learned how to hunt, how to fight with a sword, how to brawl, how to run, how to climb. Skar taught him everything he could possibly need to know to prepare him for his trials.

 

And when the day came for his trials, the day he turned 15, Raazhen was ready. But the night before he was preparing himself for his trials. Something occurred that through his concentration completely off. His parents had returned. They had returned on his 15th birthday to see their son become an adult, to see what he had grown into and to be proud of their son. Raazhen was so shocked and yet overjoyed when he saw them. He spent all night talking to them about what he had learnt and what he had learnt to do in their old den. The excitement almost oozing out of him at their return to see him become an adult.

 

After being awake all night, Raazhen’s first trial, the Trial of Crafting, went very slowly. He was so weary the whole day that he couldn’t think of anything to craft while in the jungle. He had been wandering around the jungle by the river for hours on end, with nothing but his clothes and a large stick in his hand that he had pointlessly been carrying
around, swinging left and right, whacking the leaves as he strolled on two legs. Suddenly he came across a fresh corpse of a Tykkan lying upside down next to a large rock. It’s abdomen was heavily scarred and it seemed to have been ravaged by something far larger.

 

Growing hungry after the many hours of wandering, Raazhen began to strop the Tykkan of it’s thick hide and scares with both his claws and a sharpened rock from the river. Setting the thick hide on the side next to the rock, Raazhen returns up to the jungle to find a couple of branches and leaves, making a nice little fireplace and makeshift spit. Before long he had managed to spark a flame with a couple of pieces of flint and had begin to spit roast a chunk of Tykkan flesh on his petty fire. While he waited, the idea came to him. He could craft a wooden sword or a small
spiked stick! He grabbed the large branch from earlier and began to shape it with his claws and the sharp rock, carving it and carving it, until finally he had a barely passable sharp wooden blade. He sawed through a bit of the Tykkan’s rough hide with his claw and wrapped it around the handle and stored the rest of the hide and whatever else he could salvage from the corpse into his small satchel on his back.

 

The rest of Raazhen’s trials went fairly smoothly. For the Trial of the Jungle he had managed to tame a Cehkan after three days of stalking it and watching it, whom he then reluctantly set free. For the Trial of Survival (the one he was most proud of) he had gone to the north of the mainland, venturing dangerously close to Orenian territory. He managed to hunt down, kill and drag home a very large woolly cow, dragging it home for 3 weeks and returning by the end of the month. All had gone well. His parents were proud, Skar was proud and even Raazhen was pleased with his accomplishments. The day came for the Trial of Faith.  Raazhen was terrified of the task that lay ahead of him. The thought of plunging a dagger into his chest mortified him, even if it was in the name of Metzli. His arms shaking, Raazhen thought it best to seek out his parents before he left, just in case Metzli saw it fit to not bring him back from the brink of death. Inches from the front door, he turned around and returned through their den towards their room. But when he opened the door, he did not find his parents, but something far worse.

 

The room was covered entirely in vines, moss and other plants. The floor was made of grass and dirt and it looked as if he had stepped outside once more. Spread around the entire books were plenty of elvish books, many entitled “The Aspects” and “The Druids”. A wooden shrine to some sort of deity lay on a table at the side of the room. The realisation at what elvish and druid corruption his parents had brought home with him had frozen Raazhen on the spot. What was he to do? His parents were Iba. They were apes. Traitors to Metzli. There was only one thing he could do.

 

Raazhen turned and sprinted out of the den on all fours, running faster than he had ever run before. He ran and ran and ran, shoving past whoever got his way and jumping over and around obstacles like they were nothing. He bounded up the stairs to the palace and up to the throne room, where Tla’Morthawl was sitting upon his gold and lapis throne. After being grabbed by the Dra and explaining who he was and what he was there for, Raazhen began to inform Morthawl on all he had seen and all he had known about his parents’ travels on the mainland. Morthawl gathered the Dra with Raazhen and they all headed down to the river, where the couple had apparently gone.

 

The Dra seized the two Tigrasi, their shock and surprise overwhelming their want to fight and flee. A few of the Dra had gone first to the den to see for themselves if Raazhen was telling the truth. They returned to the river where the group were with a few of the books and the shrine, dropping them all on the sand and the stones. Morthawl told them that for their crimes against Metzli they were to be sacrificed before the Goddess, up at the volcano. They turned to Raazhen, the horror in their eyes at they looked at their only son, their grey cub and their doom. The shame and guilt began wrenching at Raazhen’s insides, he could not bare to look them in the eyes, so he turned away from them as they were dragged to the mountain. But he knew he would have to watch. Slowly treading up the path to the mountain, the Dra, his parents and the Tla ahead of him. The tears already streaming down his eyes, the realisation at what he had done beginning to form. At the maw of metzli, they all stood around the peak, the couple at the edge of the platform. They once again turned to Raazhen, who was looking back at them, tears pouring out of him. Tears began to form in their eyes as well  and they gave Raazhen a final look of disappointment and disgust, an image that would
burn into Raazhen’s mind forever. Finally they were pushed in and they were both devoured by the earth. And so Raazhen had passed the Trial of Faith.

 

Not long after, Raazhen was ushered to the Stone of Metzli to complete his fifth and final trial to make the sacred covenant between the Kha and the goddess. He passed through the eye of Metzli without issue and left the forbidden area for the last time. He was now an adult, a fully fledged Kha. He could live his life knowing he had done his duty to the goddess and could become a prime example for all the Kharajyr to follow. But he couldn’t. The gut wrenching pain of what he had done to his own mother and father had destroyed his spirit. He was ashamed, not only of what they had become, but ashamed of what he had done to those that gave him life, to those that he loved. The guilt proving to be too much, Raazhen made a promise, a vow of silence. A vow that he would never speak again out of shame and guilt for what he had done. Though to others it seemed it was because of what his parents were.

 

Over the next two years, Raazhen had grown distant from the Kharajyr, leaving his parent’s old den and moving to a smaller one up in the mountains and away from the populace. He was rarely seen, only coming down for the temple and to sell his catch occasionally. Until he was not seen at all for over ten years. He had rendered himself an outcast, he did not want to interact with anyone save the Goddess, sneaking into the city and praying for lengthy hours at the temple. For years Raazhen remained in solitude and silence, with naught but the animals for company. He made his living by hunting, of which he became quite exceptionally skilled at, teaching himself all he needed to by trial and
error, no longer having Skar for teaching and guidance.

 

With tooth and claw he hunted on both the island and the mainland, learning to fend for himself in the wild, more so than before. Over the years, though, the charm of the animal’s company began to fade and he became lonely, longing for some Kharajyr company. So slowly slowly, he began to return to civilization, bringing more of his catches from his hunts down to sell. Though his love for the company of animals never entirely faded, so he began to hang around Jandul’s pet shop, asking about the various creatures he had within and those that he still needed to acquire. Now Raazhen is back in Karakatua, ready to be a part of Kharajyr civilization again and make up for his parent’s transgressions, though he still retains his solitary habits. A hunter by trade, warrior by birth and the desire to be a priest of Metzli, Raazhen is ready. The grey kha has returned.

Character’s ambitions within the Kharajyr: To become a Ja’ (a Kha priest) and to serve out his days glorifying Metzli and serving her.

Character’s strengths/weaknesses: Raazhen is a decent swordsman  and is rather strong, being a Tigrasi that was groomed to become a Moonblade one day. He is a good hunter and decent climber, though is rather heavy due to his size and therefore not light footed. He does not speak either, due to his vow of silence. Having lived far in the wilds of Karakatua for so long, Raazhen has also learned to take care and fend for himself, hunting, fishing, preparing meals and setting up camps (i.e. survivalism).

His weapon of choice.

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Situational Roleplay Questions

 

Note: I have answered these roleplay questions in the way that Raazhen would attempt to. In actual RP, these events might occur, yet not result in the same way.

1.You are heading home from a successful hunting trip when a group of three heavily armoured humans jump out from behind a tree and start demanding the surrender of your catch over to them. Each man has a sword drawn and they are gradually pacing towards you...

How does your character react?

Raazhen looks around at the three armored humans standing before him. He slowly removes the satchel with meat from his back and sets it carefully on the ground. As the first human steps forward to it, Raazhen takes a step back. The human kneels down to examine the satchel, prying open the flap.

 

Raazhen leaps up onto the tree, digging his claws into it, climbing up a couple of feet. He turns around and launches himself down at kneeling human, using all his weight, his claws and his teeth to crush and slash at him.

 

He continues to roll on the floor, the human in his grip, slashing and biting and strike, before shoving his half dead, limp body aside. Raazhen lays low to the ground, on all fours again ready to pounce at the other two humans who had watched the onslaught with shock.

 

As one of the humans let out a battle cry and begin to charge at him, Raazhen lunges at the other, his maw open wide and trying to bite at his neck. As he lands on him, the first human thrusts his sword into Raazhen’s side. He yelps and then roars in agony and turns around, swiping his mighty fist at the man’s face, knocking him aside. With one last slash at the downed man, he yanks the sword out of his side, grabs his satchel and limps off back to the city to find a Priest healer.

2.You arrive at the temple of Metztli only to see one of your closest friends stealing the sacred blue gems from the altar, a most unholy act for a Kharajyr.

How does your character react?

 

Raazhen pauses for a moment, the shock of what he has witnessed, overwhelming him. Finally having made a friend and putting aside his differences and his friend turns out to be an Iba.

 

Raazhen looks around, seeing that clearly no one else is around to stop the thief. He growls a deep and low growl, narrowing his eyes and contracting his claws. As his former friend turns around he unsheathes his scimitar with his right hand and bends his knees, ready to launch himself.

 

He bears his teeth and lets out a menacing growl, before lunging at the wide eyed thief, his jaw wide open, he claws out front and his sword above his head, ready to slam it down. 

 

The thief launches himself off the raised platform and lands on all fours, Raazhen’s blade crashing into the cold hard stone. Raazhen launches himself again, this time dropping his blade before the jump and attacking with both paws.

 

Raazhen lands on top of the thief, digging his claws into his chest and raising his right paw above his head, striking and scratchings his face over and over again.

 

He raises his claws one more time, looking down at the now scarred and bloodied face. He retracts his claws and  lowers his hand, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and lifting him off the ground and putting him over his shoulder.

 

Raazhen grabs all the stolen gems and puts them in a small pouch on his sash. He carries the thief, with the stolen gems off to the Tla, to turn them both in and offer up the thief to Metzli.

3.You are in the Cloud Temple when a stout, angry little dwarf begins yelling highly racist terms towards you at the top of his lungs. Although unarmed, the dwarf continues to yell after he makes eye contact with you.

How does your character react?

 

Raazhen continues to walk off from the cloud temple, despite the dwarf’s remarks. As he leaves, the dwarf continues to shout louder and with saltier language, before he suddenly throws a small rock at Raazhen, bouncing off his shoulder.

 

Raazhen stops, feeling the bit of pain, turns around snarling lowly at the dwarf. He takes a breath and let’s out a loud and terrifying roar,slamming his foot into the ground as he does so.

 

The dwarf, now shaken up, seems to have become silent, so Raazhen turns off and continues walking down the road on two legs, before bounding down it on all fours once he is at a reasonable distance.

4. Fire has broken out over the jungle city and you can hear the screaming of two Kha’ nearby. As you go investigate, you notice that one of your friends and the Tlatlanni’s white-furred child have gotten themselves trapped in opposite ends of a burning building. The roof creaks above you, if you were to get involved, you would only have time to save one before the building collapsed.

How does your character react?

 

Raazhen lies on the ground, having been knocked briefly unconscious by a falling branch. He blinks open his eyes slowly, looking around to see the entire building and surrounding trees ablaze. He pushes himself off the ground and stands up, squinting and looking around. He coughs as the smoke enters his lungs as he walks through the burning building, flinching at every loud bang and falling beam.

 

Raazhen stops at a corridor, looks left and right. At the one end are Tla’Morthawl’s cubs, screaming and crying in a room barred by a collapsed wooden ceiling. On the other side, a fellow hunter, caught beneath a large branch/wooden pole.

 

He looks up to see the ceiling is rather fragile and on the verge of collapsing. Without even thinking he sprints down the corridor on all fours towards the cubs, tugging at the fallen bits of wood, chucking the little chunks over his head.

 

After a few minutes of clawing at the debris, he manages to clear it, grabbing the two cubs and running out, the ceiling collapsing just behind him.

 

[Geo 1415]

Accepted

 

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