Kitten Killian

[Addled 62]

OOC Information

MC Name:
Re_addled

Have you read and fully understood Kharajyr lore?:
I have and I fully understand.

Have you read and fully understood the Kharajyr application rules?:
I have and I fully understand.

Do you understand and accept that the Kharajyr application team may revoke this application in the future if they deem it necessary?:
I do understand and accept the power of the KAT.

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

Tell us one unique fact about Kharajyr lore, culture or history that you know.(We will check for plagiarism!):
The Kharajyr are terrible singers, however there are a few that can sing well. 
The sacred food of the Kharajyr is cake which is saved for special events such as ceremonies, parties or sacrifices. 

IC Information

RP Name (This includes your character’s prefix):
Kitten Killian

Character Sub-race:
Kha'Cheetrah.

Character appearance (Including age and gender):
Killian is a melanistic cheetrah, therefore his fur pattern is darker than what an expected cheetrah should have. He is the runt of his litter, being not only smaller but less coordinated than his littermates. He has dull green eyes and black spots all over his pelt. 

What is the personality of your character like?:
Killian is a polite and careful Kharajyr. He is more analytical when it comes to stressful situations and is more likely to keep his calm when something is going wrong. He believes strongly in being tidy and making sure that situations that involve him are just and fair. He very much likes it when things are in his preferred order. Unpredictability is a trait that he tries to remove from himself. 

Biography (If you are applying as a kitten, please only state the name of your parents/siblings)
Do'Tarkin and Sa'Jujan.

Character’s ambitions within the Kharajyr:
Killian was raised with a father in the Karakatuan Navy and has strived to become a strategist working with his father. He wants to be acknowledged as a necessary part of the unit that is their navy and make his future ship-mates and family proud. 

Character’s strengths/weaknesses:
While he is strong mentally, he has little going for him in the strength department. Starting out as a runt with siblings, he was not able to truly catch up with how strong or how tall they were. After acknowledging that he would never be able to catch up with his siblings as a kitten, he began to focus more on strengthening his mind, a more reachable goal. While he might manage with ranged tactics, close combat will probably never be something he excels in. 

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

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?

Killian freezes, his claws digging into the stag he managed to take down. He could feel annoyance rising within him as he heard the tell-tale rustle of brush nearby. Before he could even think of an escape route, the humans had revealed themselves, their eyes greedy for his kill. His tongue darted out, licking his canines as he looked over the three in front of him. 
 
He gave a forlorn look down at his kill, still hot and tense from the run it had from him. His stomach clenched, fighting a decision he had already made violently. He looked up at the humans, stiff.
 
He picked up the corpse and threw it at the three, turning tail and bolting in the opposite direction on all fours. The only satisfaction he got was the satisfying surprised grunt they all gave when the body hit them. 


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?
 
Killian had been there for a while, watching his friend take the jewel. He had caught the kha red-handed but hadn't done anything to alert of his arrival. He simply stood at the entrance of the temple, watching silently as the jewel was nudged out of its place and into the paws of his friend, now criminal.
 
It wasn't until the Kha had admired his prize for a while in his paws did he finally turn around and see he had been caught. 
 
His jaw dropped open, his arms falling to his sides in shock as his paws gripped the jewel in his hands. A series of expressions went through his face, then stopped suddenly as he looked to Killian, blank. 
 
Killian waited to see if he would lash out before approaching, looking back behind him to make sure no others were about to enter the temple. He held out his paw, waiting patiently until his friend took his hint and placed the jewel in his palm. He then walked to where the jewel had been taken and placed it back in its spot, dusting off the area to make it seem as thought it had never been removed. 
 
Killian walked back to the entrance of the temple, nudging his friend out of the temple with him in silence. He had stopped his friend in time. He hadn't stolen anything, he would say to the others if they found out. He would tell them something else, make up a lie of some kind. It was the least he could do for a friend. All friends deserved second chances. 

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?
The dwarf was turning an interesting color. He was yelling so hard, Killian thought his heart might give out. It was entertaining, though he had to admit, it was not the best thing to occupy his time. His ears were already beginning to ring even though they were flattened against his skull. 
 
The dwarf gasped and swallowed, allowing himself a brief break before shrieking something again at him. 
 
Yes, Killian thought, He had long overstayed.
 
Killian brushed past the dwarf, pausing briefly at the end of the stairs as he got his bearings and then continued on his way. He could hear the dwarf sputter angrily, his sudden departure infuriating him beyond his limits of speech. He quickened his steps a bit, not wanting to have to deal with an even angrier dwarf. 

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?
 
The heat was unbearable. He could barely keep his eyes open and his head was beginning to ache. He felt a bit dizzy, the lack of air and surplus of smoke in his lungs disorienting him. He could hear the panicked screams and yells of Kharajyr around him. How many, he didn't know. He was walking aimlessly until he heard a familiar cry of relief. 
 
"Killian!" A voice cried, hoarse. "Oh, Kill! Ovawr heyawr!" 
 
Killian turned a bit to the left and saw his friend, the very same he had stopped from stealing a few months ago, trapped under fallen pieces of the ceiling. His paw was raised a bit, trying and failing to reach him. Killian ran toward his fallen friend, feverishly picking the pieces off of his body. 
 
His friend was silent, his chest heaving as his paw grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. He had his eyes closed, tears of fright and relief beginning to well past them. 
 
Above them, the house creaked ominously and Killian doubled his efforts, managing to get his friend uncovered and onto his feet. Using himself as leverage, Killian helped his friend limp out of the burning building. He kept walking until they could no longer feel the heat of the building and turned them around, watching the building shift, shake and collapse in on itself, burning all the while.
 
Killian sighed, glad that he had saved his friend for the second time. 
 
Black smoke born from white fur drifted into the sky, unknown.

[Wretched 2075]

[Princeton 396]

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