Aren Whitestorm

Race: Human Age: 26 Gender: Male Description: Heyden's a 6'4'' human paladin wearing platemail and wielding a falchion. Brown hair, green eyes and a stubble complete his face. His platemail has seen many battles and has winged motif on its pauldrons; on his chest there is a white tabard with a golden tint, featuring a shining sword ( http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20081006220152/pathfinder/images/7/79/Iomedae_holy_symbol.jpg ). Around his neck there's a silver, round locket. His falchion is large, two-handed blade. The handle is normal, with a pommmel featuring a yellow crystal and the crossguard ending on either end with a beak of a predator bird. Pose: Preferably kneeling in front of an altar with his sword drawn, seemingly in prayer. Colour: YES Here's a reference image of him: http://i.imgur.com/WS8tVkt.jpg Thanks a bunch!

This is just bad. Why would you enforce PVP by default? On an RP server? Honestly, this server is getting overly PVP based.

Option 4. Others are just too slow.

((Great, add me to it. Also, my email is [email protected], so add that to the roster. Also, apologies for not being online lately, school has taken toll on me.))

Overhears the conversation between two of his fellow officers and steps into the office, coughing slightly as to attract Arhadir's attention. "You might be interested to know that I have a certain degree of medical skills that one might find useful...I'm no mage, but at least I can save soldiers from bleeding out to death or infections." ((By the way my MC name is Tyber1231.))

Aren smiles softly at Commander's indecision in placement of various parts and furniture to dismay of people carrying them, eyeing the man before approaching him, adjusting his satchel as he bows lightly before speaking. "I don't believe we have met before, lord commander. I'm Aren Whitestorm, and I have previously served within Order of the Red Dragon, but due to... Unforeseen circumstances, I had to lay down my sword." The armed man listens to Aren's words as he carries on. "I seeked reinstatement into ranks of Knights, in particular ones that protect royal family directly. What is your mind on such request, lord commander?"

Aren slowly approaches the barracks, seeing as having little choice other than this. His robe flutters on the wind as his hand lays three, short knocks on barrack's door, answering as soon as what appears to be a footman opens the viewing slit. "Another one of you? What is it?" Unmoved by his response bearded man simply responds. "I assume that I can't speak to your Lord Commander?" He's met with a briskly, sour response, clearly the guard doesn't seem happy about the request "Again? Like hell you coud." Aren coughs, adjusting his satchel before speaking out in calm tone. "If you may relay a message that Aren Whitestorm, brother and comrade to....Count Hawk Whitestorm wishes to speak to him regarding reinstatement into Knight ranks." He's only met with murmuring and surprised quiet curses, seems like he isn't the first Whitestorm to visit the place recently. ((It's a coincidence that two Whitestorms apply in such short span of time.))

Imperial Citizenship Form 1.0.0 Name: Aren Surname/House: Whitestorm (Old, Minor House) Age: *After couple of crossed out numbers, answer appears to be 40* Gender: Male Race: Human Citizen Ship Class (A or B : A Physical Description Height: 6'1'' Weight: About 175lbs Eye Color: Dark Grey Hair Color: Brown Skin Color/Shade: White Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: Talon-shaped birthmark on back of his left shoulder. Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): N/A Nation of Residence (Choose one: Renatus, Salvus, Hanseti, Seventis): Renatus Profession/Occupation: Currently seeking work. Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, Aren Whitestorm, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Oren Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law." CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY ((OOC OATH)): "I, Aren Whitestorm (Tyber), hereby acknowledge and give my consent to the OOC rule that should my character be found guilty of High Treason within the Empire, the Emperor personally (and only the Emperor) has the right to execute permanently my character. I accept this condition and make it entirely upon my free will."

We need a dynamap; I wanna see how the whole continent looks like!

OOC Information MC Name: Tyber1231 Have you read and fully understood Kharajyr lore?: Quite so, I think I got it in my head. Have you read and fully understood the Kharajyr application rules?: Same as above in this case. Do you understand and accept that the Kharajyr application team may revoke this application in the future if they deem it necessary?: Of course, I'm perfectly fine with that. Do you agree to both follow and uphold Kharajyr lore throughout your time in the Kharajyr?: Indeed I do. Tell us one unique fact about Kharajyr lore, culture or history that you know.(We will check for plagiarism!): Majority of Kha have a thing for cake; it can induce strong effects upon a specimen and is always present at celebrations. IC Information RP Name (This includes your character’s prefix): Si'Meekisha Character Sub-race: Cheetrah after mother, with slight influence from Tigrasi father. Character appearance (Including age and gender): (Currently not born yet). Si'Meekisha is a female Kha , daughter of a Cheetrah and Tigrasi. She herself is a Cheetrah with peach-coloured fur; beside being slightly larger than average Cheetrah, there is little influence from her father in appearance. Her fur is dotted all over with dark spots; except for larger part of her head, instead being covered in warm red hair, just like her mother, Saikuunah. The feline's face is completed by pair of large blue eyes, set above dark whiskers. What is the personality of your character like?: Her personality is that of a cat; fuzzy and carefree. That might lead her to being disobedient and perhaps a little reckless, but in the end Meekisha wouldn't let it go too far, at least on an everyday's basis. She also loves napping, especially with an ocelot laying on her chest; cuddles and hugs are also her thing. Beside that, of course she has a sharp edge, her smile might be denied by extended, sharp claws her paws might be offering to you. Chance is, she might go from friendly to angry in short amount of time. Brief Biography of this character’s life thus far (taking into account the rules against creating a character born outside of the empire): I can't really fill this in, considering that Meekisha is not born yet. I'd rather accumulate bio through RP once she's around rather than making it up. Character’s ambitions within the Kharajyr: Meekisha doesn't have particular set of ambitions for her life. She tends to make choices as she goes along the way, and see what it will bring her. What she knows though, is that she wants to be always around with Kha, and whatever she'd do would be to help her kinsmen. Who knows, maybe entertaining them in dark days would be a thing for her? Character's strengths and weaknesses: She is witty. Of course it wasn't her who took that sweetroll from the bakery, it must've been a large bird! Something like this would be example that she is fairly creative with thinking and talking, a way of making excuses and sometimes lying to people, although she doesn't really use that for bad things; hurting everykha makes her feel guilt. She is fast. Although having some natural strength from her father, she's still a Cheetrah, making her a fast kha around; speed combined with power in arms is good for leaping along the trees, and performing quick attack moves if necessary for her. Inherited or not, Meekisha just loves shiny things and taking care of herself. Although they wouldn't make her do anything g an offer containing precious gems or metals would certainly sway her towards accepting it. Shinies just look good on her, highlighting her clearly superior feline curves; every other race is so blank and flat! Please provide a screenshot or 3D render of your character’s skin: ((Might be subject for change)) 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? Meekishas eyes dart over three, clearly ready-to-cause-pain humans. Letting out a growl she makes it appear as if her form was ready to pounce at the free figures. the attackers already have triumphant smiles on their faces when things suddenly change; leaning down the female kicks up dust from the forest floor at attackers' faces, and having them coughing and crying out in surprise she immediately darts off between the woods, only her tail visible for a moment till it too disappears amongst the trees. 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? A hiss of anger escapes her, claws about to being ready to slash at the thief before she realizes who it is. Her ears dropping in sadness and surprise her form steps out of the shadow making noise causing her friend to drop the gems and looks startled at the cheetrah. "M-Meekisha, wha' issa yu do'ang heawr?!" The kha stutters, his tail flickering intensely. "Jus' walkengh...Now...Arra yu gonna'h leav't de gems ur yu wunna Meekisha ta tell othaws?" Her soft and quiet threat makes the other Kha shake their head, after a moment of hesitance gems go back in their place. "Guud...Next tiwme'h, Meekisha wull claw your'th eawrs." She growls out, watching her friend quickly fleeing the place. 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? Ears flattened, tail flickering, Meekisha was ready to pounce on that little gnome and rip his beard off, screams and blood everywhere. Just before doing that though she spots a group of about ten dwarves nearby the crier; there was no way she could take them on like that. Seeing no shinies she could take from them either she clenches her fists and scurries off; seems like she'd need some cake or at least a pole to claw at to remove anger. 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? Alright, parents often told her that Tlatlanni and their children is important; in that moment though, she couldn't really care for child she rarely talked to before over her friend; that space in her life would not be fixed that easily. Darting across the burning wood and falling supports she finally reaches her friend, whimpering under a support that kept their leg still. Grunting from effort, both of you manage to pull off the pole just in time and jump through the door as the roof collapses behind. Meekisha's ears flatten and she whimpers as the other child's screams die out...

Yes, just, yes.