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I reckon riding it would be difficult to say the least, considering that it's a slimy beast which writhes it's skin to move. Perhaps you could put it on a leash and take it for walks however.

But can we eat them?

So now I can say I've survived both the rapture, and two apocalypses.

Why not go 50/50? 10 from the hat, and 10 from the voting system. This way we can get some of our normal users, as well as the well known and popular members of the server alongside them.

Herbalism! Awesome, now I can finally be a real apothecary-type-healer-man!

Aerandir Sullas gently unpins the parchment from the wall and reads it as he paces around the room. After a few short moments he makes something of a satisfied grunt, he then returns the parchment as he found it.

( Then again, a knight is a knight. A man in armour, who's also an authority figure. He's better than you, and you should listen to him. I mean, if your character has no respect or fear of consequence then go ahead )

Alright, your best application so far. The backstory is a little weak, but overall it's fine and acceptable. But be careful, your Kha will also need a VA should you wish to commit murder like you've mentioned in your RP situations. I'd like you to either edit this so your character doesn't kill, or not RP as this character until he's fitted with a VA as well.

Being a kha who doesn't like humans doesn't let you kill them. Anyway, welcome to the kharajyr.

( Just out of curiosity, has this been actually RP'd? The major jumps your character is taking don't sit right with me, after all he's only a farmer's boy. That last entry especially, "I shot down a bird and began dissecting it" What reason did your character have for doing this? On the other hand, I quite like where this is going, but you should be more "professional" about it. Keep in mind that your character has no preliminary experience as a scientist or an intellectual. )

Hmmm, I've noticed that a few things have become out of date as of late (rhyme not intentional). I will speak with Ben about this. Also, yes, we'd like all Kha to have an app so we can keep track of who's part of our race. Anyway, as for this app. I'm drawn, I've had to deal with a lot of "baby kitten apps" which have been brief because the character hasn't been born yet. However, it's still a good application and while I cannot personally vouch for your RP ability I've heard no major complaints. For these reasons I'm accepting this new kharajyr into the race.

Tl;dr: Accepted

Ser Tybalt continues along his merry path, waving to the gentlefolk he passes. As he enters Arethor he is drawn by a crowd of five or so people reading a note, he joins in and scans it through his helm's visor. Shortly there after he frowns in concern "The slavery, of a child? My, people do I share this land with?" he asks rhetorically. He then steps away, continuing his journey.

(Shouldn't this be in RP? Not 100% but I don't believe threats are trade)

A very good point, I really like the whole idea of a coven of icy women who eat men, and it's a shame people are getting their meta on to combat them. Just a question about the FW, are they still cold when disguised as other races?

Aerandir plucks the letter from his desk, having been left there by someone. Taking a delicate letter opener he slices the seal and reads it quickly, his eyes darting from word to word. He then smiles as if he had been expecting something else. Walking around his room he murmurs to himself the names of the bride and groom before setting the note down on the shelf, next to his bonsai.

A few days later Aerandir is tending to a small bonsai in his room, then it dawns on him that someone may have responded to his message. He finishes trimming the plant and heads to the library. Sitting at the desk with a new tome he reaches under and find a new letter. Whipping a letter opener out from his pocket he dices the seal and opens the letter with a single movement of his fingers. After a moment's read he begins to draft a response on the same paper used before.

Dear Reader,

Now it is clear to me who I am writing too, and to what purpose I should be writing. As my last letter mentioned, I am going by the pseudonym The Crime, a riddle really. If what you say is true, and I am to trust a man of whom I have never met, or perhaps have, with sensitive information then I'd like to remain as anonymous and illusive as possible.

What have I to share, let me dig into the depths of my persona to find some secrets to present to you, my enigmatic listener. At this exact moment of writing I have nothing of extreme importance to share, I believe in the coming months certain events will be worth speaking of. Until then, farewell dear reader.

-The Crime

Aerandir stamps the letter with the same crimson 'A' before leaving hastily.

Hurray! I shall join immediately.

Aerandir Sullas rolls up his sleeves as he pulls on the lever to access the grand gate which guards the college library. A spot he has visited more times than he can remember, but he knows he is there for a reason. Walking at a brisk but casual pace, as if he has all the time in the world Aerandir gracefully descends towards the looming bookcase, old and fragile. As he strides up to it he drags his fingers lightly across the spines of the many tomes, reading them with his finger tips. Finally he stops, recognizing the book not by name but rather by feel. His father's book always had a special binding to them, perhaps it was an intentional addition or rather something that had simply stuck in Aerandir's mind. Taking it to a desk, he adjusts his glasses and sits down. As he pulls the chair in he nudges the table, a loud thump echoes through the empty halls. A small piece of silky smooth paper falls like a feather onto his lap, somehow fastened to the bottom of the desk. Looking over his shoulder Aerandir whips a small blade from his pocket and breaks the seal. After a good read, and a moment to process it he leaves the college. Returning moments later with his own paper. He writes...

To whomever this may concern,

I've just now come across these anonymous messages which have been left in what I believe is secrecy. It is curious, I see that things go on without me when I have my back turned from this place. Though now, upon discovering this coven of poetic writers (something you will find I am not) a plethora of questions distract me from my studies. All anonymous, all very descriptive, who might these writers be. Perhaps the answer lies between the words, perhaps I should look at this like a riddle, a game of mystery and shadow! Now, to the one who happens upon this edifying message I only ask that you allow me to join this confederacy of writers, and answer of course my question on "How to play". So to speak.

Forgive me if this has been brief but there is always time for another, longer note to be hidden away.

I bid you farewell reader,

~The Crime

Satisfied with his reply, and his pseudonym, Aerandir staps the message with hot wax, sealing it shut. The crimson liquid solidifies quickly, with an elegant 'A' embossed into the shiny crimson red.

I like what I'm reading..

My my, this is an unfortunate thing that has happened. Well, time to decide who my 20 best friends are.

Name: Aerandir Sullas

Field of expertise: Biology and simple botany.

If you are interested in the following

Lecturing: I shan't be lecturing, only listening.

Topic: N/A

Trading: Books of sorts, I'd look to see what others are bringing to the event. Perhaps syrums and potions of sorts as well.

Yes..Yes!

I look forward to these new changes, I'll be buying my VIP shortly methinks.

Noted.

Growing up among apes can be detrimental to a kha, we have few who follow the old ways. However, your character is new and fresh, thus I dub thee accepted into the ranks of the Kharajyr. Go forth and live your life.

Sa'vi

Under Review, return shortly.

Ser Tybalt is handed a flyer, he eyes it with distain. After a moment of thought he reaches for his coin pouch and weighs it. "Hrmmm, perhaps I should hold off on this" he says to himself, his voice slightly muffled by his helm.

Mhmm, I quite like this idea. You'd think that magic would be something that people would aspire to have, but not in some epic way where they can make the ocean retreat or the skies sunder etc etc, rather just something to toy with. I see a whole lot of opportunities for this to be used. Good thinking!

I'm afraid I'm going to deny this for now. Your bio is frankly to brief, and it doesn't explain why you wander Asulon selling meat instead of living with where parents where I presume was a community of Kha.

In short, just work on your bio so it explain more about your character.