Cub Morsan - Kharajyr Application

[Volutional 935]

OOC Information - Hai, nice and red. Nice and edgy.

MC Name: Volutional

Have you read and fully understood Kharajyr lore?: Yus.

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

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

 

I understand that the KAT (me) may revoke this application in the future if they deem it necessary.

Do you agree to both follow and uphold Kharajyr lore throughout your time in the Kharajyr?: Yus.

Tell us one unique fact about Kharajyr lore, culture or history that you know.(We will check for plagiarism!):

 

Metztli is the Khajrian Goddess. In terms of actual server-wide lore, Metztli is a Daemon. Unwritten Daemon of Time.

IC Information - Hai, again

RP Name (This includes your character’s prefix): Cub Mosàn

Character Sub-race: Kha'Tigrasi

Character appearance (Including age and gender):

 

Mosàn is currently a well grown Kharajyr of the age of eight. He has a darker coat than the average Tigrasi, perhaps because of his upbringing. Mosàn is a male Kharajyr, with a single strip of hair on his head that reaches the coning of the back of it. His muscles have only just began to grow properly and effectively, yet he is able and does train them to an extent of extended use. He is small for his age, with room to grow if he allows himself to do so.

 

Mosàn has pale orange eyes, almost beige. His pupils are large, in a cute way, yet they do not block his iris. His fur is smooth, and moveable. It is not greased nor tight fitting on his skin. It is short, and only lightly striped. Which is usually a female trait among felines.

 

What is the personality of your character like?:

 

Mosàn is particularly a basic speaker. His understanding of things is innocent. He looks to things with the purest of reasoning. Like the stories of Orc invaders. He would simply wonder what they wanted, and whether they got it. Not that the deaths of Kharajyr were lost, and the temple of Metztli was harvested for the Orc's hunger. He doesn't think like some Kharajyr Cubs have, with blood and death being a common factor. He thinks with a heart, and then with a brain. Not the other way round. He is quick to tears because of this.

 

On the topic of his heart, which he follows dearly, Mosàn is simply bewildered by the concept of mating. He feels that female Kharajyr are actually quite intimidating. Although he would generally suit their company more than the common Kharajyr male, he doesn't. This is simply because he is Kharajyr, and he follows the Tlatlanni. The Tlatlanni is a male, so he assumes the males are dominant. This is just how his brain works right now.

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

 

Aiahka was Mosàn's mother. She was a beautiful Kharajyr with a thickness to her black hair that caught the keen eyes of her Metz'al, Khalut, who was a Tigrasi also. They shared the same pale orange eyes, hair and fur to match. They were perfect for each other. On the day of his death, Khalut said three words that shaped Aiahka's future, and Mosàn's future as well. "I will wait.". The words would be foreign and empty to an Ape. But to Aiahka, a Kharajyr, they were full of meaning. Her face was sad. It frowned upon Khalut's wounds, which he wasn't attempting to lick as he slipped to the skies on an isle far off of Kalos. They washed up there when fleeing the Karakatuan Outpost of Kalos from the Orcish reaping. With child, unborn and unknown to either of them, Aiahka slipped herself back into the boat with her Metz'al, already gone from this world. The memory of his slacking face and the bloodshot eyes she had lost the will to close, had haunted her all the way to the boat, which by time she arrived on, was ready to leave.

 

Anthos was as beautiful as she was. Karakatua's leaves swayed peaceful like her hair, and the sands were tanned with a beauty only related to her fur. She was truly with child upon her arrival, and she had realized this when she finally left the boat after the first Kharajyr. The weight had gained the moment she stepped on the island it seemed. A true calling to her, that Metztli had welcomed Khalut into the stars, moon and skies for all to meet. That day was spent with deep memorial, for the losses of the previous Kharajyr, and the triumphs of the next. But not the current, she thought.

 

Aiahka had slipped into a deep blinding of the mind during her pregnancy. Karakatua was much warmer than Kalos, which was barely even an island in comparison to the mighty jungle she now inhabits. Heat, stress. She had them both. Could she even begin to survive with this litter inside her? No. Aiahka was in her own home, she had slipped so far into depression that she didn't remember to ask the Sage, Natayshi, for help during labor. A mistake, she is sure. Aiahka's bed was blood, nothing more and nothing less. One kitten remained of the few that had left the bed of blood. And it was only by chance that Ja'Raska was to have found him. Ja'Raska raised him to be who he is. A Kharajyr with a curiosity, and a care for the finer things in life. Not the drugs, sugar nor grass that flows peculiarly. Just the good things, the nice things. The innocent things.

Character’s ambitions within the Kharajyr:

 

Mosàn has the ambition to become a priest of Karakatua. This ambition is merely derived from his adopted father. Simplicity incarnate.

Character’s strengths/weaknesses:

 

- Wee bit innocent

- Bit too nice

- Still savage as hell to apes

- Still bias and all of that to apes

- Believes Metztli is behind almost everything, even those she's not

- Fairly strong

- Better climber than a fighter

Please provide a screenshot or 3D render of your character’s skin:

 

Skin looks less cub-ish at the moment, but I shall modify it after a while of getting used to it

 

 

Situational Roleplay Questions

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?

Mosan has a feeling that it is less than worth fighting these men. Definitely defeat being the result, no matter how big his muscles are. Mosan looks around and wonders for brief moments before dropping the catch in front of them as they pace ever closer. To his surprise, they don't actually stop pacing towards him. Chatter of "Cor he'd mek a nice carp'it" and such talk slips to and from ear and mouth.

 

Mosan looked afraid, he was only young. He brought himself to turn, where he was then shot by an already prepared arrow, in the back of the leg. His escape was impossible now. It is inevitable what occurred after this.

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?

 

Mosan's face drops. A struggle happens in him now, as he'd never been faced with this kind of difficulty before. Of course the obvious answer to this is to simply call for the Moonblades or the Do', but... he hasn't yet. He's still thinking about the possibilities. He hadn't faced this kind of negativity before. He's been used to positivity and 'good' things happening.

 

Mosan's face turns into anger. No friend would cause Mosan to think so with such difficulty. But then it hit him, his Father's teachings. "We praise the muuna, awnd her geefts. Her stawns awnd her tempawl." Mosan took it upon himself to not yell, but simply walk to the plaza and alert a Do'. The Kharajyr was already struggling with the weight of the gems, so Mosan assumed he wouldn't get away very quickly. He was right.

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?

 

Mosan is pleased by the yelling. Mosan hadn't been to the Cloud Temple before today. He was visiting it with his father, Ja'Raska. Raska was in the temple itself whilst Mosan waited outside. The Dwarf was yelling of "Carpet smellz guud ta'day!" and such horrific lines of slander. Mosan felt a heat in his chest, which seeped into his face, and the skin. If he were an ape, he'd be going red now, and his eyes would flare into a blood-shot anger. But they didn't. His fur raised on his neck as he sat on the steps of the cloud temple, now looking away from the Dwarf. He hid his tears as much as he could, the dwarf didn't really stop until Raska came out from the Temple. He hadn't heard the Dwarf's words, sadly.

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?

 

Mosan feels the same struggle he would have done when he found his friend stealing the gems. Honor and bravery, or fear and pride. Pride and fear because it is his friend, and he'd be scared to lose such a important person in his life. But Honor and bravery because one can't act against the Tlatlanni's child this way. Not properly, and not without justified reason. Which is usually refuted.

 

Mosan leaps in, his decision now made. He figured that one cannot be brave without fear, so he caught the white paw of Rynsuho, the Tlatlanni's daughter. His honor was intact. But his pride was knocked as when he put Rynsuho down... the building collapsed upon his friend. His cries had ceased and were covered with the cracking of wood and embers.

[Wretched 2075]

[Princeton 396]

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