Amorphbutt

Or it could be as what Terry Pratchett said, it being 'Things just happen, what the hell'

what if, the universe was just born from the death of the last one (That is if there was a last one, which was likely), basically recycling everything but in a different form?

I like this idea, I really do, but I would think that they COULD NOT, and WOULD NOT feel ANYTHING as they don't have the glands and whatnot that allows LIVING things to feel. They could think that they can feel when in their delusions, like think of a tingling sensation, like with people who have had injuries, causing them to be crippled, leading them to BELIEVE they can feel the limb or body in the case of the poor ghosties who are being delusional. So they could THINK angry, sad or happy, not FEEL angry or other emotions, and thus are lacking when it comes to emotions and other stuff that requires glands and other red, squishy things.

((Awh, and I was going to make a halfling too...))

[b]OOC Information[/b] MC Name: Ionmaster Have you read and fully understood Kharajyr lore?: Yes~ Have you read and fully understood the Kharajyr application rules?: Yes~ Do you understand and accept that the Kharajyr application team may revoke this application in the future if they deem it necessary?: Yes and yes~ Do you agree to both follow and uphold Kharajyr lore throughout your time in the Kharajyr?: Yes~ Tell us one unique fact about Kharajyr lore, culture or history that you know.(We will check for plagiarism!): Metztli is the creator of the Kharajyr, and is the Moon Mother. (Almost) All the Kharajyr worship her, and give her sacrifices, and other religious things in her name. IC Information RP Name (This includes your character’s prefix): Sa'Jhaduunas Character Sub-race: Tigrasi Character appearance (Including age and gender): Dat fluffy face Big, bulking, strong. Those three words describe Jhaduunas perfectly. He is 6'10", and buff, most of his body weight made up in muscle, and little else. This does make him a very imposing and intimidating individual. He weighs around 270lbs and is strong enough to carry a log of a smaller tree, not one of those big jungle or the tree logs from Malinor .w. that'd just be silly, and be powergaming. He isn’t that attractive, average really, but makes up for it in being fluffy on his face and his tail. He has scars across his arms, and most of his body from falls, work, fights, hunting and other things that he does day-to-day. He has teal eyes that shine in the light of the moon like saucers. He’s 32 years old and Male, as you cannot guess by me using He instead of She. What is the personality of your character like?: Jhaduunas is... not the brightest kha. He can be intelligent on some subjects, but in others... It’s basically non existent. He is quite hopeless when attracted to another ladykha’, and would rather use actions instead of words, but will show his affection to the fullest extent he can. He knows the advantages of being sneaky, but because of his size and the bright color of his fur... It’s a difficult thing for him to do. He’d rather go up to a person and beat them senseless, rather than go around them. He’s overly kind and outgoing towards other kha’, and like most of them, is quite religious too. He is also quite naive, and believes most things people say. This also makes him extremely loyal too. He has a liking towards heavier weapons, such as a hand and a half sword, rather than bows, or daggers. He is one to be in the moment, and let his actions speak for him. Biography (If you are applying as a kitten, please only state the name of your parents/siblings) Jhaduunas was born 32 years ago. He had a pleasant enough childhood, for a kharajyr, anyhow. His mother was a priestess, his father a Do’. From the beginning, he didn’t show much interest in becoming a priest, and was quite energetic, unlike his many other siblings, who were dwarfed by him. He and his father had a happy relationship, like a normal father-son one. Same for his mother. However, he had a much closer bond with his siblings. There were three in all, and they were all female. They always looked to either Jhaduunas or his father for help on something difficult for them. It was usually grunt work like moving a bed or something, but it kept him moving. He continued to move up on what he could carry or do, and when he was 10, he actually started helping his father with gathering up logs for more building supplies He began to near his trials by the age of 14, and trained under his father in the art of swordsplay and combat. He was good, but not the best. More of an... average really. And when the day of his trial came, he finished it. His spoil was a bone from a tusk of a boar that gored his leg. Luckily, it healed, leaving a scar, which cannot normally be seen through his thick fur. He took the tusk, and carved it into a very crude dagger that he carries with him to this day. He continued to age and go on with life until he became 31, which is right now, if you could not guess. What event that happened at this age was his father dying. Not of an accident, or some horrible event, he just died in his sleep. He had been ill for many a month, and was steadily becoming worse and worse until he finally kicked the bucket. Jhaduunas didn’t mourn. Actually, he was happy that his suffering had ended. The way his father died was a slow, painful one, not a quick one. He helped his mother during this time, his other siblings helping too, and they slowly got her back on her feet again, like any good child would. [b]Character’s ambitions within the Kharajyr:[/b] Nothing really, maybe become a Do’ and possibly a Dra’, although, that would be more of a dream for him, as someone dreams about being a ruler of a country, though would doubt that it would ever happen. [b]Character’s strengths/weaknesses: His strengths are, for one, his strength. Being a Tigrasi, he is stronger than most other Kharajyr, thus making him a good labourer when it comes to heavy objects such as logs, and sometimes small boulders. However, his strength has it’s limits, as every living thing does. It’d be stupid to think that he could lift up a stone larger than his body for more than a few seconds, and over a inch or two high. He is also an apprentice fighter with hand-and-a-half swords, which he finds to fit him very well. His straightforward, head-on thinking can be a weakness and a strength for this kharajyr, but it’s an important part of his identity. His size is both a strength and a weakness as he cannot be that stealthy, due to his orange fur, and size. And, with his size, comes clumsiness, which can prove dangerous in some situations. He is also naive, which can be a weakness and a strength sometimes. He is over trusting of individuals that he doesn’t know and even more so towards those he does know, excluding apes, of which he is nasty towards. [b]Please provide a screenshot or 3D render of your character’s skin:[/b] Danke Eschy~ [b]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?[/b] Jhaduunas carries the carcass of a fallen deer, it’s throat ripped out with what seems to be fangs. His mouth is bloodied, he licks his lips with his feline tongue, tasting the sweet blood as he continues his long trek home. He turned a corner in the road, and was stopped by three heavily armored humans. He bares his fangs at them, hissing. They laugh, readying their weapons. “‘ive us the deer, kitteh or we’ll make ye inta a nice rug foire our livin’ rooms.” threatened one of them, the leader, an eye patch covering an eye, a long, white scar going down his cheek from under it. Jhaduunas eyes them all angrily, knowing that if he fought them, he’d only fall in combat. And so, he drops the deer, it falling beside him. He roars in anger, and bolts to the left, knowing someday, somehow, he’ll have his revenge. [b]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?[/b] Jhaduunas was walking into the temple, to pray, as he usually does at night, when he finds a friend of his, a Pantera, grabbing the sacred gems from the altar. "Whutt'a awr yuss'a du'awn?!" he roars in rage, demanding of what his friend is doing. His friend panics, yelping as he drops the gems onto the hard stone below him, shattering them across the cold stone ground. This, was the final straw. Jhaduunas roars and charges towards the defiler of the shrine, his claws at the ready to rip him to shreds. The past-friend leaps out of the way of the strike, to the ground below. Jhaduunas pounces on him, and a brawl happens quickly. Claw against claw, fang against fang. The pantera lands several, small strikes on Jhaduunas, crimson blood flowing from those wounds, however, Jhaduunas landed a few strikes on the pantera, those being heavy, with crimson blood flowing at a higher pace than his friend before him. The pantera, having lost too much blood, surrenders to his old friend, slumping on the ground. Jhaduunas roars in victory, the guards coming to see what happened. Jhaduunas explains what had just occurred, and his friend is dragged away, and sacrificed later to Metztli, for breaking the sacred blue gemstones and attempting to steal them. [b]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? Jhaduunas looks towards the dwarf as he shouts racist remarks towards him. He slowly, and menacingly walks towards him, his looming figure, well, dwarfing the small thing before him. As expected, the dwarf shuts up and whimpers. Jhaduunas grins ever so evilly and lifts up the dwarf, it screaming and crying as if the world was ending. He raised the dwarf up to his face, showing it how much bigger his head was than the dwarf’s own. “Shawt awp aey’pah, urra iss’a we’awl thruw yuss’a intaw da wa’awl.” he threatens the pitiful creature. “Al’roite, al’roite!” the dwarf wimpers. Jhaduunas grins and tosses it towards the ground, the dwarf landing with a thump as it hits the stone floor. It wimpers and crawls as fast as it could away from the Kharajyr, who had already gone away, back towards where he was going before he was ever so rudely interrupted by this dwarf’s insults against his kind. [b]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?[/b] Jhaduunas ran into the building, covering his mouth with his arm, coughing violently. He then saw them. His closest friend, and the Tla’s kitten. He tried to go towards them, he tried.... But then a burnt log fell down, blocking his view of them. They began to scream as if they were in pain. “Keet’awn! Kasah!” he shouted as he tried to get around the log, them continuing to scream and cry in pain. “Wher’ra’awr yu’ah twu?!” he shouts once more. He then got around the burning log, seeing his friend, now nothing more than a burning dead body, and a kitten with burns all over her, moaning and squirming in pain. He roared in rage and anguish and picked up the kitten, running out of the den. Once he made it outside, the building collapsed, burying what was left of his friend. He sat down, by a rock, leaning his burned and cut back against the cold stone. He set the kitten down on his lap, looking down on it in pity. He had lost his friend, not to his own choices, but to the fire. He had only time to save this one.