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Added two paragraphs about his personal life. Thank you for giving me some advice, and excuse me for the ignorance. The spot about he being all holy etc. is his opinion, not reality. EDIT: also, I focused it mainly on Ja'Quetze and his relationship with Metztli because that IS his life, Metztli is his life and his reason to live. He spends most of his time with and for her. She is his guide and his best friend, well, from his eyes of course. Hope that helps you understand a bit. :)

MC Username: Mammonism Rp Username (be sure to include the correct prefix, look up on info thread): Ja'Quetze (I'm assuming the Ja' is the priest title by what is said on the info page) Character Skillset: At the moment, farming and lumberjacking, I may change them if we receive stat resets. Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender): His defining feature is his deep crimson fur. He has an unhealthy figure, like a spoiled and lazy cat that spends too much time laying around. Personality: Egotistical. He has a very regal attitude, only truly respecting two; Metztli, and the one Metztli chose to lead the Kharajyr, Tla'Xerdun. Though he sometimes prays to Metztli (in private) that he is her truest disciple and that he is the most worthy of her children. He would never speak publically of his desires or even act apon them, in fear that Metztli and her chosen would become angered at him. Please include a short bio of your character's life: Ja'Quetze was born into nobility, being a priest and all. He always thought himself the true chosen of Metztli, because he frequently communicated with her in his dreams and prayers. Most of the time she didn't speak back, but he respected that, he knew she was busy, being the obviously superior of the gods and all. He spends most of his time preparing for ceremonies, conducting ceremonies, and praying to Metztli. Metztli is his God, his Mother, and his Life. In his free time, Ja'Quetze fishes, he finds it very relaxing and soothing. He taught himself to fish, so hes not the best, but he tries. His favorite meal of all is definitely fresh, warm bread. He loves the soft texture and grainy flavor. When he is in a very luxurious mood, he'll sprinkle sugar atop his bread, giving himself a mellow high. When he gets such a high is the only time he spends really socializing with his peers, sometimes having parties celebrating the gifts that are their form and empire. Ja'Quetze is a "Momma's boy" of sorts, Metztli is his one true friend, his guide, and the one he speaks to of all his inner feelings and emotions. He is always wanting more sacrifices for his Goddess, Metztli, he understands (his point of veiw) that she prefers human sacrifice over petty forest creatures and farm stock. Ja'Quetze would never even think to betray his Goddess Metztli and he is constantly asking for more human captives for sacrifice, and he takes it as an insult when the other chosen of Metztli refuse or say they don't have the time to collect sacrifices, and believes them to be betrayers of their almighty goddess, Metztli. Ja'Quetze wears only the finest wool and gold accessories, but he still considers even the poorest Kharajyr his equals, unless they prove themselves unworthy to be equal by refusing to give proper sacrifice to Metztli. Though Egotistical, Ja'Quetze was never quite as strong or swift as his brethren. He can barely climb a tree, and once he reaches the top, he's rarely in the mood to come down anytime soon. He eats quite a bit as well. He goes fishing every few hours and usually ends up eating five average sized fish a day, and it wouldn't be a good day without him eating some soft fresh bread for a nice evening treat. He loves sugar but manages to eat it somewhat in moderation. Ja'Quetze loves Metztli, loves food, and loves himself. Character's ambitions: To serve his Goddess, Metztli _---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?: (done from the ape's point of veiw for a more original point of veiw) I was so hungry, I had been travelling the forests for days in search of any civilization, and I had finally gotten my wish. I thought I was in some sort of dream, odd feline humanoids greeted me at the entrance to the solemn stone civilization, most of them resented me, calling me an ape, and warning me to leave soon or be in great peril, but I had no other option. There was one of them that stood out, an slightly portly looking feline, with deep crimson fur, he was the only one that dared welcome me into his home. He offered me soup and directed me to an old wooden table with a bowl set near the edge. I felt great relief as I took a seat on the creaky wooden chair adjacent to the table. I peered into the worn wooden bowl atop the table, it was almost empty and there was no spoon in sight. I looked around the table for a spoon, and before I knew it Something blunt and heavy had struck the side of my skull, making a large thud, I had passed out on the floor seconds after the blow. I woke up scared as hell, my arms and legs tied onto a large stone counter, and rope around my head muffling my screams for help. I looked all around me, I noticed I was atop a humungous temple, hundreds at the bottom cheering and raising their arms, above me was the crimson furred creature, he looked down upon me with a wicked grin, holding his knife towards the heavens. he shouted some odd words I couldn't undersrand, he then swiftly brought the knife down, right into the middle of my rib-cage, and began to rip it down through my torso, and everything fading to dark again. I never woke up. (Now from a third person veiw point, just to clarify) Ja'Quetze ripped through the human's chest with little friction, pulling from it the still beating heart of the man. he shouted from the top of his lungs "Metztli!", and the crowd wildly cheered. He then, with his free hand, shoved the limp body off the counter and it rolled violently down the temple stairs. The crowd watched with seemingly great interest as the dead body tumbled down the already bloodied temple steps towards them. Ja'Quetze chanted loudly "Metztli is great!, Metztli is great!" and the crowd joins in. 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?: Ja'Quetze gently smiles as the dwarf insults his obviously superior form, he understands this to be from jealousy. Ja'Quetze would mearly brush off the dwarf, seeing him as an inferior sacrifice compared to the taller specie of Asulon. As you might of already picked up, Ja'Quetze doesn't like the apes, and he would never travel to their lands unless to gather sacrifices for Metztli. He sees dwarves and halflings as inferior, because of their size. They do not fit the sacrifice table correctly, which much mean something to Ja'Quetze. 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? Ja'Quetze would merely ask his friend to apologize to Metztli through prayer. Ja'Quetze would probably listen in on his praying to make sure he is actually doing it correctly, and that he truly worships Metztli. He would then ask that his friend sacrifice an important object or animal to Metztli, in order to make up for his slaughter. If Ja'Quetze's friend proved himself forgiven, Ja'Quetze would go on treating the friend as if nothing ever happened. Ja'Quetze takes what he believes to be Metztli's opinion as his own. 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? OOC: Yessssss :D IC: Of course. Please do not humor me with such questionings of my faith. Please include a screenshot or 3D render of your character's skin

Wait, should I be waiting at the desert town thing for when we're to start our pilgrimage?

I thought of the ocelot transformation as a sort of utility for whoever uses it to secretly servey everything going on on Metztli's sacred lands ( our island ). In example it would allow the priests to truly be Metztli's eyes and ears, making sure her island is safe from those who would harm it, while being in disguise, and smaller and more agile to get places faster.

I think it should only be for use on the island we'll live on :D

Like I said on the original post about shape-shifting, I'd love this, would be great fun to be a little ocelot and roam the forests watching for intruders on Metztli's sacred grounds. :3

Can't wait to be a priest :D, I can imagine it now: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAVmyEIYtvM

When we transform will we get a stat reset? and will we get ALL the skill points we earned back, or will we get the default 50?

Priest is good with me, but Repiteo better do my job well! :P

My understanding of the lion situation was that we are jungle cats, agile and quick (yes tigrasi are agile and quick), unlike the hefty lions.

*nods to himself as he reads the letter "Ah, so the cloud temple it is then." *smiles and hums a tune as he ventures to the cloud temple

Join ussssss . . . Joiiiin ussssssss . . . . Really, Join us. *Loves being the supposedly most common race, yet in reality being quite rare 8-)

Thanks, much better :)

Now if only I knew how to change my signature . . . EDIT: Got it!

I love it! :D

yep, and if you didn't notice yet, are listed in my post above yours in an edit :D EDIT: then how about holding the bow menacingly? xP

Yeah Fernwick, I'll take one. Well except I don't know how to post my skin :C EDIT: I may have just found out, yep I did :D Can you make him drawing a bow, and if possible, aiming the bow at a spider? Oh, and a jungle background please :D

Can we send in our high rank applications yet?

Don't mean to interrupt your very productive conversation, but I am currently debating as to whether I should join this nation or not. Are there any high-rank type spots left, perhaps that could lead to some exciting RP?, or have any positions been set yet? Thanks for your time :D

Alternate Account Application Main Account MC Name: JZillifro Alternate Account MC Name: Mammonism In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Meta: When you use info gathered in out of character in roleplay. Lets say I ask for town coordinates in the OOC channel, then use those coordinates to find the city, that is meta. Powergaming: When you use rediculous powers or items during roleplay. Lets say I'm having a heated arguement with someone then he challenges me to a battle, then I go *Uses Uber Flaming Hax0r Sword of Doom to instantly bring death to all that surround him*, exaggerated a bit, for humorious enjoyment. Character Name: Jaccabus What is your Race?: Half Dark elf, half High Elf. Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): Jaccabus was brought up in a calm town, but his arrival there shook the tiny village for all it was worth. His father a cynical Dark Elf and his mother a kindhearted and vivacious High Elf. Most of the town's youth was born with all the family and close friends around, celebrating the joyous occasion. Jaccabus was born in a small and poorly crafted log cabin, secluded deep in the woods near the village, due to his father's distrusting nature. Standing outside of the cabin during the birth was Jacabus' 9 year (human years) old brother, Zanius, who leaned slyly against the side of the cabin chewing on a piece of bread he had recently stolen, thinking of ways he could manipulate this new family member to his entertainment. Jaccabus was a mischeavious boy, and he enjoyed friendly pranks on his close friends and family, but his brother was a bit more serious with his tricks, making sure they packed a punch the victim wouldn't forget. One lazy day in the fall went sour, when his twisted brother Zanius, age 19, gave 10 year old Jaccabus a new walking staff for his first time going berry gathering alone. Jaccabus walked through the forest, humming a tune he heard his mother sing when she used to take him gathering with her. Out of nowhere, he heard a muffled sizzle come from the upper mid section of his staff, which he couldn't help but investigate. He then noticed a large pebble blocking what seemed to be a hole in the top of the staff, he used a twig to pluck the pebble up out of the hole. As the pebble flew to his side, his head cocked back staring into the dark hole, his left hand in a defensive position near his face in order to block anything that would fly out of the hole. As a small snake wriggled its way to the openning of the hole, Jaccabus freezes in shock, the snake hisses once more and lunges at his face, and block his hand did, at a cost. The snake was intercepted by Jaccabus' hand, and flew fangs first into his left hand's ring finger. Jaccabus screamed in agony and as the small snake released it's barbed grip on his finger and escaped into the new-fallen leaves under Jaccabus' feet. Jaccabus ran, faster then he had ever ran in his life time, fueled by fear. He ran back to his home and got his father to observe the bite, his father swiftly responded, telling Jaccabus to stick his ring finger out on the table, his other fingers curled behind it. His father took a butcher's knife and cleaved the finger off with a clean chop to it's base. Jaccabus screamed even louder then when he was first bitten, and yelled "Why!?", his father told him he was trying to stop the venom from further spreading. Jaccabus' father wrapped Jaccabus' hand in cloth and told him to wait a while then unwrap it, "I know about these things, it will be fine", Jaccabus' father said, Jaccabus knew he was lying. After 4 months of ridicule and teasing from his brother, Jaccabus decided it was time to see how his father's treatment of the bite went. He hadn't died, thats a good start, his father's methods either worked, or perhaps the snake was not venomous to begin with. As Jaccabus unwrapped the bloody cloth from his hand, he discovered what would be considered a stump of a finger. He wasn't too remorseful, his hand was still there, as was his life. He considered himself blessed to still be alive and well. Jaccabus felt an inner disliking for his brother Zanius, he was rude, immature, and never did the right thing, at least in Jaccabus' eyes. Zanius was, for the most part, good with the ladies. Zanius had a new female around him every month or so, unlike Jaccabus, who could hardly tell a she-elf he liked her shoes without slipping on his words and embarrassing himself. But that was long ago, and Jaccabus is 54 years old now, still very young for an elf. As he walks down a village path leading towards a farm shop, he wonders what he will do with himself. He is a tad short for an elf, being the size of an average human, with slate-gray skin and a bit of a beer-belly, he works as a farm-hand for the owner of the village farm. When he approaches the farm shop to head to work, he spots a most beautiful elven female, and tries charming her. He's not as clumsy with his words as he was back when he was a juvenile, and he made her giggle with a few cliche jokes, though he becomes uneasy when he sees an iron clad being staring right at him, as if ready to charge. As he ponders over what the man could want, 3 more iron and leather clad ruffians burst out of the door holding sacks filled with food and minas. Jaccabus watched the men sprint off into the near by forest, then looks back at the charming elven lady. The elven female looks to Jaccabus with, oddly enough, a smile, "Well, i must be on my way now, farewell.", Jaccabus nods and the lady walks gracefully down the road near the forest the bandits escaped through. Jaccabus can't help but stare at her behind for a bit, he then regains his witts and continues on to work. At work Jaccabus is lectured by the owner of the farm, Mr. Crowley, that he needs to start working harder to make up for what was just stolen by the bandits. Jaccabus is also told that he has to spread some odd sort of insect killing syrup concocted by the farmer's wife. At the end of Jaccabus' long work day, the farmar gives him a small vile of the insect poison, telling Jaccabus to use it on his flowers, to keep them healthy. Jaccabus had no flowers, but he took the vile anyways, with a smile on his face. As Jaccabus walked out of the farm shop, there stood the beautiful elven woman he had seen earlier that day, asking him if he wanted to have a meal at her cottage. Jaccabus accepted this offer, of course. He followed her to her cottage where they sat at a small table outside and ate bread similar to the kind he helped the Mr. Crowley produce a week or two ago, so similar it was almost frightening. "Excuse me for a moment kind sir, I must take a trip to the outhouse." "very well." Jaccabus responded as he began to wonder why she went inside of the cottage when the outhouse was just about 20 meters behind their table, but before he could finish the thought 4 armored men came out from behind the small cottage, the same men that robbed the farm, unarmored but weilding large knives. The man leading the posse sits down in the woman's seat. "So, I hear you're trying at my woman, Arula." Jaccabus laughs nervously "what?, no . . . no we were simply . . ." but before he could finish the groups leader butts in "Listen here, friend, we're going to teach you not to flirt with other men's women". Jaccabus stares nervously at the man while under the table, he grabs his boot-knife, and being the quick thinker he is, pours the insect killer Mr. Crowley gave him onto the blade, for extra punch. The bandit leader shouts in anger " HEAR ME GRAY-SKIN?!". Jaccabus swiftly stabs his poison-dipped boot-knife down into the palm of the bandit leader's outstretched hand, sending the thin knife through the bandit's hand, lodging it into the table. The bandit leader howls in pain and Jaccabus takes off running, the 3 other bandits chasing after him. The bandit leader calls out "HELP ME YOU FOOLS!" as he struggles to un-attach his hand from the table. When Jaccabus looked behind him only one was still chasing him. The bandit was gaining fast and Jaccabus knew he couldn't outrun him, so he turned to try and face his adversary. Jaccabus tried to punch the bandit but he caught his fist with his left hand and tried stabbing at Jaccabus with the dagger in his right hand. Jaccabus caught hold of the bandit's right wrist, luckily, before the dagger in the bandit's hand stabbed him. Locking horns, the two pushed to try to escape eachother's grasps and get a hit on eachother. Jaccabus resorted then to kneeing the bandit's crotch twice, and as the bandits grip went loose, uppercut the his chin. As the bandit backstepped, hands guarding his crotch, Jaccabus threw in two kidney-jabs and a right hook to the bandit's face. Jaccabus finished the bandit with a vicous kick to the stomach, and the bandit fell onto the ground, unconcious. Jaccabus took the bandit's knife and ran off to his house, he was proud of himself, though he knew the bandit must of been a new recruit by his lack of combat skills. Jaccabus packed his essentials and left the small forest village, he paid for a carriage with the sword he stole from the unconcious bandit. When the carriage driver asked for directions to where he would like to go, Jaccabus responded only with "Far away". The carriage driver nodded and took him as far as he could travel, to a city named Malinor, to start his new life. Your characters ambitions: To start a new and successful life in Malinor, where he can earn a living and maybe settle down and have a family of his own. Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do? He wishes he could just walk off, and not get himself in trouble, but his sympathy will not allow that. Jaccabus takes out one of his many small daggers he now carries in his satchel, and attempts to stick one of the bandits in the spine. Your character walks up to a shop in a quiet market. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer? Jaccabus grins as he walks up to the food merchant "Hello, I would like to know if you're in need of anyone to help you around the shop, maybe work guard duty . . . or help you farm and bake goods?" A screenshot of your skin: http://i.imgur.com/maaQ4.png