AlphaCentaurus

MC Username: AlphaCentaurus Rp Username (be sure to include the correct prefix, look up on info thread): Si'Penthe Character Skillset: Handy with a bow or arrow, but slightly less so in a simple brawl. He doesn't mine, farm, or anything similar, because of a combination of ineptitude and believing himself above what he considers trivialities. ((I'll work the stats out when I come to that point - currently, my stats are spread around all sorts of fields.)) Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender): Like most Kha'Pantera, Penthe has a glossy black coat. The male Kharajyr is physically mature at twenty five, and given a fair amount of lean muscle for it. His eyes are light blue, closer to the icy side of the spectrum. His clothing varies, but generally keeps a consistent loin cloth with bracelets of varying sizes on his wrists. Personality: Extremely prideful, which often blinds him to certain basic facts. He is unusually empathetic for his fellow Kharajyr, taking great stock in friends. This leads him to an extremely trusting personality. If he dislikes someone, he dislikes them with a passion, and often acts fairly irrational in regards to them. His empathy is completely lost with non-Kharajyr, something not unusual for his people. For him, it's like there are two entirely separate worlds, and he's a different person in either. Please include a short bio of your character's life: (If required, I will do a longer bio, but I've been extremely busy lately, and so will not be doing the massive biographies typical of my applications.) Penthe was born in a well-to-do Kharajyr family. His childhood was well-cushioned, if not precisely pampered. He did not have any real desires, or ideas of what he wanted to do with his life. His parents, however, firmly wanted him to become involved in the priesthood, a job they considered suiting of their only son. Unfortunately, Penthe was not particularly enthusiastic about this idea. As he neared his fifteenth birthday, it climaxed in a particularly heated exchange with his parents, after which he was promptly ejected from the family and put out on the streets with a comparatively meager sum of cash with which to live his life. Trying to make the best of it, he found a simple job as a carrier. Realizing that he had completely fallen from his position of luxury, he made it his primary goal to get back to the place he was. He also made a solid effort to completely forget about his past family - an understandable desire for such a boy. Character's ambitions: Taking a great deal of stock in social exchanges, Penthe makes it a priority to rise socially. Often, he considers the accumulation of material wealth to be much the same, as monetary matters are one of the main factors in social classes. The general focus of his goals are consistent, however - making himself up to be a greater person in the eyes of those around him. _---Situational Rp Questions---_ 1. 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?: Note: Should I have a VA, given Penthe's personality, he would most likely simply enslave the man. Because I cannot go on that assumption, I will go with a slightly less realistic scenario. Penthe looks at the man distastefully. He recommends finding his way off of this land quickly before turning on his heeling and walking off. He feels absolutely no sympathy for the man's predicament. He briefly reflects on sharper control of who can get into the area as he walks. He nears the town. Trying to find the nearest clump of friends, he informs them of the man, letting them do what they would wish with the information. As they run out the way he came, it's fairly predictable how the scene will end. 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?: Penthe hardly hesitates. It goes without saying that he would be offended by any jest. That it should come from a non-Kharajyr is shameful - he's glad there are no other Kharajyr in the room to see it. It's still an affront, however, and one that must be addressed quickly. He doesn't speak to the dwarf, but instead simply stands and walks to him. Grabbing the small man by the front of his shirt, he picks up the bowl of soup on the table in front of him and slams it into the dwarf's face, the viscous liquid dribbling down his front. Throwing him back against the wall, he exits the tavern as swiftly as possible, wondering why he came inside in the first place. Behind him, he can already hear scattered laughter for the humiliated dwarf. 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? The punishment for murder is the same whether justified or not, which makes it not worth his time to delve into the question of whether or not his friend was justified. He won't be put to death, which is something, but exile and confiscation is something no one wants. Penthe pleads with his friend not to force him to make this decision, but the other Kharajyr continues to beg for help. He could call the guards, either behind his friend's back or giving him due warning. He's reluctant, however. He puts a lot of stock into friendship. Steeling himself, Penthe tells his friend that he won't call the guard, but only if he leaves this instant. It's definitely a compromise, but there's not much he can do. Regretting not helping him more, he shakes his head, closing the door behind the departed man. 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? Yes I do. Please include a screenshot or 3D render of your character's skin Note: If I get accepted, I will probably ask someone for a custom skin. In the meantime, this is a quick and simple edit of Darrian's alternate skin base.

"I've been unfortunately absent from Holm, mainly because of the aforementioned plague of midgets. I'll pop over and take a looksee, though. In any case, if Solace is getting destroyed, I'm going to need to find a new home. Also, I've decided to help these Evening-Dawn-Twilight-Dusk-Morning-Noon people. Forgot their name. Who should I go to to help out?"

*Kvothe stares at the paper for a few moments, trying to wrap his head around its contents. He distinctly remembers his time with Cassandra and Lirinya, but has firmly left those days behind. Shaking his head, he decides to leave it. Briefly noting Bayde's writing, he walks off, marking the group down as doomed for failure.*

"Eh, I payed too much for my house. I don't plan to move any time soon. Salvus will always be the largest of cities - there's nothing you can do to change that. Renatus is a boneyard, and is much too large for its fledgling population. Hanseti makes me freeze my rear off. Alras - well, it's a nice place, I'll give you that, but almost entirely made up of incompetent, overweight, unintelligent military men. And it's awfully far off the beaten path. Haelun'or is full of racist bastards - there's not much to say on that score. And Normandor is even worse than Renatus. The only life I see is flocks of small woodland animals scouring houses for anything left behind. Holm is full of midgets, meaning that's off the list. I can't say Salvus is perfect, but there's not much else we got."

MC Username: AlphaCentaurus Rp Username (be sure to include the correct prefix, look up on info thread): Si'Penthe Character Skillset: Handy with a bow or arrow, but slightly less so in a simple brawl. He doesn't mine, farm, or anything similar, because of a combination of ineptitude and believing himself above what he considers trivialities. ((I'll work the stats out when I come to that point - currently, my stats are spread around all sorts of fields.)) Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender): Like most Kha'Pantera, Penthe has a glossy black coat. The male Kharajyr is physically mature at twenty five, and given a fair amount of lean muscle for it. His eyes are light blue, closer to the icy side of the spectrum. His clothing varies, but generally keeps a consistent loin cloth with bracelets of varying sizes on his wrists. Personality: Extremely prideful, which often blinds him to certain basic facts. He is unusually empathetic for his fellow Kharajyr, taking great stock in friends. This leads him to an extremely trusting personality. If he dislikes someone, he dislikes them with a passion, and often acts fairly irrational in regards to them. His empathy is completely lost with non-Kharajyr, something not unusual for his people. Please include a short bio of your character's life: (If required, I will do a longer bio, but I've been extremely busy lately, and so will not be doing the massive biographies typical of my applications.) Penthe was born in a well-to-do Kharajyr family. His childhood was well-cushioned, if not precisely pampered. He did not have any real desires, or ideas of what he wanted to do with his life. His parents, however, firmly wanted him to become involved in the priesthood, a job they considered suiting of their only son. Unfortunately, Penthe was not particularly enthusiastic about this idea. As he neared his fifteenth birthday, it climaxed in a particularly heated exchange with his parents, after which he was promptly ejected from the family and put out on the streets with a comparatively meager sum of cash with which to live his life. Trying to make the best of it, he found a simple job as a carrier. Realizing that he had completely fallen from his position of luxury, he made it his primary goal to get back to the place he was. He also made a solid effort to completely forget about his past family - an understandable desire for such a boy. Character's ambitions: Taking a great deal of stock in social exchanges, Penthe makes it a priority to rise socially. Often, he considers the accumulation of material wealth to be much the same, as monetary matters are one of the main factors in social classes. The general focus of his goals are consistent, however - making himself up to be a greater person in the eyes of those around him. _---Situational Rp Questions---_ 1. 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?: Note: Should I have a VA, given Penthe's personality, he would most likely simply enslave the man. Because I cannot go on that assumption, I will go with a slightly less realistic scenario. Penthe looks at the man distastefully. He recommends finding his way off of this land quickly before turning on his heeling and walking off. Trying to find the nearest clump of friends, he informs them of the man, letting them do what they would wish with the information. It's fairly predictable how the scene will end, however. 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?: Penthe hardly hesitates. He doesn't speak to the dwarf, but instead simply stands and walks to him. Grabbing the small man by the front of his shirt, he picks up the bowl of soup on the table in front of him and slams it into the dwarf's face, the viscous liquid dribbling down his front. Throwing him back against the wall, he exits the tavern as swiftly as possible, wondering why he came inside in the first place. Behind him, he can already hear scattered laughter for the humiliated dwarf. 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? Penthe pleads with his friend not to force him to make this decision, but the other Kharajyr continues to beg for help. Steeling himself, Penthe tells his friend that he won't call the guard, but only if he leaves this instant. It's definitely a compromise, but there's not much he can do. Regretting not helping him more, he shakes his head, closing the door behind the departed man. 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? Yes. Please include a screenshot or 3D render of your character's skin Note: If I get accepted, I will probably ask someone for a custom skin. In the meantime, this is a quick and simple edit of Darrian's alternate skin base.

9/10 You'd get a 10/10, but as of late you've been much less visible on the forums and in-game. You're still a pretty massive figure for the server.

*Kvothe dips his quill in ink quickly, jotting down a short answer to each question.* Name ((RP and MC)): ((AlphaCentaurus)) *Kvothe hesitates, deciding on a name.* My name is Simmon Fairfax - named after my father, you see. Age ((IC and OOC)): I am a spry twenty seven years of age. ((17 years old.)) Combat skills: Quite the swordsman, I'd say. ((100 skill.)) I'm also passable with the bow and arrow. ((35 skill)) I can hardly swing an axe, though ((5)). I'm used to the battlefield and being in the thick of the fight. I can also improvise in any given situation most effectively. I also have the agility and climbing abilities of a well-greased ocelot. Non-combat skills: I'm a decent farmer - I actually run my own farm over in Salvus ((25)). I've been told I'm quite good at blacksmithing, as well ((40)). I'm passing in all others ((20+ mining, excavation, cooking, and lumberjacking.)) Experience: *Kvothe writes down only those that would be suiting for a military man, omitting the vast majority.* I served in the Oren military, for starters. Back in Aegis. I left that after a few years - I'm afraid I just didn't do well with the way the whole thing was handled. I was a guard in Celestine for much longer than that, and built quite a few things as well. You might think less of me, I suppose, but I also was a druid for a few years. I've had more than my fair share of scuffles, too. It's given me a good, level head for that sort of thing. I'm not sure if it counts, but I've also done a lot of hunting in the woods, giving me abilities in stealth. Why you want to join: *Kvothe laughs loudly at this, clearly enjoying answer this question.* I've always dreamed of being a soldier in the Alrasian ranks. You have a reputation for spot on command. It would be an honor to serve. Also, if you need to know, I happen to be a bit hard up in regards to coin nowadays. Anything to feed me, I suppose.

((I felt like a terrible person after this...))

8/10 As of a few months ago, the rating would have been significantly lower, but you've been incredibly active both in-game and on the forums.

"I think I know Bog... I wonder what his weakness is. I'll try cake and wenches, and go from there."

*Kvothe gives the nearest peacekeeper a middle finger, backing a few paces away, shuffling forwards once more as he realizes the action wasn't particularly brave seeming.* "You lads can kindly **** off! You can't just come back in here and take control! Death to the peacekeepers! Death to all of 'em!" *He looks around for supporters, waving his hand forward.* *Haliax retreats down a side alley, saying nothing.*

5/10. I think quite a few players would recognize your name, but you haven't made all that much of a splash.

YES YESYESYES YESSS. YES. wait. *reads OP, having skipped to quick reply* WHAT. NO. YOU CRUEL, CRUEL B***ARD.

((ZE PEOPLE 'AVE SPOKEN VIVA LA RESISTANCEEEE))