Rai'Alyr

Perisia as a kittawn Kha' will hopefully be going with to 3.0 I realize she's not the most active Kha compared to others, however come 3.0 I plan to change that with the help of Escharian/Ja'Sahra as her munna. I am still fairly new when it comes to Kharajyr RP so I completely understand if my slot is reserved for someone more experienced, however she is one of two characters, meaning she's my dead focus on LoTC. Appreciated as always for the chance to play a Kha regardless. ~Rai

Personally I didn't take part in the /Dream Realm/. I heard there was a great deal of issues to be had between players and it created a bit too much chaos. Now I don't know this for a fact, but it's my two cents on what I heard. Still hope that the coders don't strain themselves and I for one, am happy to wait for the real thing. Rai~

Ah good, and thank you for accepting it, I heard I was supposed to write it all as if she were an adult so I can't thank you enough for accepting it regardless, as to the delay. I completely understand that everyone's always busy and I appreciate you taking the time. Rai~

MC Username: RaiAlyr Rp Username (be sure to include the correct prefix, lookup on info thread):Kitten_Perisia Character Skillset: Perisia loves a good fight, however she still brings the Kharajyr flare to it by sneaking around to her hearts content. Even at her young age she loves to roughhouse and wrestle with her her brother Suust. ((Please note that skills are currently gone from the game so her skillsets are purely IC as she grows.)) Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender): Newborn Kitten, Cheetra, Female Personality: Perisia has a very modest way of thinking, she sees herself as an attachment to her brother more than anything else. He’s the more important in her mind and readily even at her age, tries to help him through his difficulties in his daily life. This doesn’t mean she’s just a quiet girl though, she has her own flares. Perisia loves to play her own little pranks and despite her caring nature, can be a bit of a hothead. She’ll eagerly pounce in to defend her brother verbally, physically, or any other way she deems necessary, although this usually ends in him bailing her out. All in all, she’s mischievous, rambunctious, caring and modest. Please include a short bio of your character's life: Perisia was born in the warmer months as the air started to cool to Ja'Sahra. The beginning of her life is spent in Xer'Tlaasu as she is raised by Sahra. Her rambunctious attitude however gets herself and her brother into mischief on a near daily basis. All in all her life is an open book to pounce her way into head on, but her starting years show she’ll be playfully havoc inducing. Character's ambitions: Perisia as a young kitten has very little to aspire to, all the same she keeps her brother safe from anything she deems a risk, and tries to nurture him in his daily life. She can’t see anything important past her next roughhouse, her next meal, and her brothers needs. _---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?: Perisia jaunts through the jungle, giggling as she bats at a butterfly, and skids to a halt in front of a big tree. She begins to claw at the trunk aimlessly, making a satisfied purring noise, until she hears a rustle off to her right. Being the curious kitten she was, her ears perked up and she slinks to the ground, crawling towards the source. She pokes her nose under the brushes, and sees a strange, furless creature. She was a bit scared of something as big as her muuna walking around the jungle without looking like her muuna, and slinks along the shadows, hoping she isn't spotted. When the human noticed her, he falls to his knees, relinquishing the support of the tree he was leaning on, and crawls over to her. His eyes were crazed as he begged the young kitten for anything to keep him alive, and she shrinks back, yelping and whimpering, before running off on all fours in terror. 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?: Perisia had been aimlessly wandering around of her own will for some time now, her muuna and per’ta had been cautious to let her travel on her own, but she didn’t care. She pranced along happily before finding herself dodging among much larger beings legs. After some time she’d found herself in a strange enclosure with several loud noises and voices. She started to feel nervous and wanting to leave she found the massive door to be closed behind her. Starting to tremble in fear the next thing she knows is that she’s been scooped up by a rough and relatively small hand and plopped onto a table, in front of her sat a red bearded dwarf whose breath reminded her of the varying smells a human might have while stumbling playfully around. She chirped teasingly to the dwarf but being met with his bellowing words tensed up, extended her fur and hissed towards him. This thankfully caught the attention of the barkeep who managed to settle the patron with another pint of.. whatever that smell was before promptly scooting her out the front door again. Shaking her head in shock at the series of sudden events her eyes caught sight of a caterpillar roaming up a tree and happily pounced after it, her troubles forgotten already. 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? Perisia rubbed her eyes tiredly, the pounding at her door had not yet woken her muuna but it had her. Giving a stifled yawn she slowly stood and paced her way quickly to the entrance. With some difficulty she managed to crack open the heavier door and her friend slipped inside, he was drenched in a cold rain that had been pounding for days outside and he looked frightened. With a bow back of her ears she beckoned him inside quietly and led him to the dining room, the plates from supper were still stacked to be washed. She sat perched in front of him on a stool and swaying her tail from side to side listened to his story with intrigue. He told her of how he’d brought a friend to the nearby bakery and they’d snuck in, how he’d wanted the last of the cake they shared and finally of how he thought he’d killed his friend by clawing at him and hitting him on the head several times. He was a physically stronger kitten then most so this wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. She widened her eyes towards him at last and with a tremble simply said “Gu... checka?” She’d been hesitant to step out into the bone chilling rain but had to face it anyway, he’d led her along through the dark night until finally they reached the bakery, she’d become very wet and slick with mud in the meantime. Shaking herself off once they arrived she pranced in through the window and stifled a laugh instantly. There was his friend with a scratch along his ear and a few faint whimpers, chowing down on several sweets. She beckoned her friend inside and pointing it out to him he cried in relief, they seemed to understand the dilemma but none of them grasped the concept of not eating their fill. Perisia had stuffed herself with pastries, minor cakes and cupcakes until her stomach ached. Dawn was breaking by the time they all finished and making their ways home they’d forgotten to wipe the muddied footprints left all around the bakery. She’d made it home after an exhausting night and leaving muddied tracks around the house, she curled up to her munna, falling fast asleep. She had no idea the hell they’d each pay for the mischief they’d all enjoyed the night before. 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, both myself and the character Parisia will uphold said laws. Please include a screenshot or 3D render of your character's skin Please Note:This character already has an application in play, which is now to be shifted to my possession at the agreement of the mother and the player of the character.

-Rai'Alyr nods to the man in great relief, flashing him a smile she bows her head to him.- "Sh-should I ever h-have need of your services th-then I'll kn-know exactly what I-I'm paying for, thank y-you my good sir."

I have to admit, with the way things have been a shop is greatly needed to be able to get the ball rolling on items being a commodity, as apposed to a frantic scramble to find them in other means. This seems to be well planned out, they've thought of practically everything, and I can't wait to be able to buy some arrows or other goods. More power to you guys for implementing them in this way as well. Can't wait. Rai~

-Rai'Alyr looks at all the men handing out the fliers, a faint giggle escaping her lips at the sight, pacing herself gradually to one she takes a flier from him with a snatching grab and leafs through the contents, a small frown appearing at her lips she gazes back to him with a worried look.- "S-sir.. wh-while this seems like a grand i-idea.. I w-would assume you have m-more then simple i-iron doors between the v-valuables I cherish.. a-and a thief? Wh-what else could there be to k-keep anything from them.. I-I'd simply like some reassurance, if y-you were to store i-items of.. my value~"

MC NAME:Rai'Alyr RP NAME:Rai'Alyr GENDER:Female JOB/STATS:High Sneak with moderate Fighting and Archery. No job as of yet. Have a home?:No RACE:Mali'Aheral

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: RaiAlyr How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Canada and I believe GMT-4 Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar? I do believe I have a good grip on the english language and grammar, but everyone is prone to mistakes on occasion, however it is my first languauge. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I’m sixteen, male, enjoy MMO’s, I don’t get out of the house often, so have a pretty limited social life, but do my best not to judge others and get along with as many people as possible. I’ve been told I have a decent sense of humor and am fairly well liked by my friends and complete strangers. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Several hours a day, usually adding to roughly at least 25 hours week. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is an all around enjoyable experience if done well, allowing you to play out events as a character other than yourself. I personally spend most days roleplaying with friends and strangers as any number of different characters, and love the situations I can cause or take part in. It’s all around a liberating play style and I love every time I can see one of my characters develop. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have roleplayed on several other Minecraft servers, as well as Mabinogi and have spent the better part of the past two years living out different lives for fun. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: When information that is unobtainable or known by your character is used in a RP scenario to your own advantage, such as knowing someone is through a wall by their nameplate, or saying a characters name before learning it. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Emoting : Power Emoting, or Power Gaming is when you play your character far stronger then they should be, causing issues for the others you’re roleplaying with so they cannot react or emote adequately to deal with the situation you create or cause. In your own Words, define what Out of Character (OOC) is: Out of Character is when you speak or act in a way you yourself would, instead of staying in character, such as speaking out of context in a roleplay situation, or dealing with an issue yourself as opposed to letting your character do so. In your own Words, define what In Character (IC) is: In Character is the term used for speaking or acting in the manner your character would. In your own Words, define what the difference between RP and RPG is: Role-play (RP) is the taking and acting out of a Role that is not your own such as playing an Elf would be me Role-playing as an elf. A Role-playing game (RPG) is game that is based around Role-play such as Skyrim and Two Worlds and is a set environment where the villain or heroes actions affect the outcome or playthrough of the game. What do you expect this server will be like?: I have several friends on LOTC and am told it’s an amazing role play experience with a large community to the point you’re never bored or lacking for good RP. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have played on a few other Roleplay Minecraft servers and am on good terms with them. I do go back to roleplay from time to time on several, however their communities aren’t large enough for my liking and hear LOTC has a larger player base. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read over all the rules on the forums as well as several guideline posts. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes, I’ll at any time keep to, and do my best to uphold the rules of the server and its forums/TS chat. How did you hear about us?: Several of my friends told me I should join in if I was looking for a larger community. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: No, this is my first application to join. In-Character: Character Name: Rai’Alyr What Race are you? (You may only be Human, Orc, Elf or Dwarf!) : Elf What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): None Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): Rai’Alyr, born 239 Elven years ago was always the quiet one. Portraying herself as friendly and harmless, she buried each step of life with disdain. From a young age she learned to speak with fluency, always eager for the praise she was given. Having a decent family and fair home she took for granted, life was that simple. She grew to believe she was entitled to what she was given. This wasn’t the case for long however, her attitude quickly turned her life sour after years of pampering. Unsure of why she was suddenly treated in a way she’d never experienced, Rai became closed off and shallow; the facade’s appeal lost to her, she gave up being kind and sweet, her tone and temper changing and worsening as she aged. Before she was even old enough to leave she was near crazed. Believing the home to be her own and no one else's, she lashed out against her now desperate parents. In a heated moment her father finally had had enough and he hit her for all he was worth, depraved enough to try and take his home back. Rai staggered from being hit by one who she trusted and in her mind dominated. This was more than she could handle, hurrying away she grabbed a torch from the wall, and set the home, “Her” home, ablaze. Rai was hardly the most observant girl however, failing to realize her doing as she trapped herself in the flaming house along with her parents. The fire seared and scorched around them all as she clung to them, her sense of power broken and shattered as she needed their help. Her father, the man who’d not long before hit her, guided Rai and her mother free of the flames and managed to escape, but not without leaving Rai scarred, not physically but mentally. What had she done and why? Her home was gone, her family scornful, and her life in shambles. Why did this sense of dominance haunt her? She had no idea but knew one thing, she couldn’t stay there, not in the judging eyes of the crowds she passed each day, not in the scornful gaze of her parents, and certainly not in the grave she'd dug for herself through the years of failure. Rai left soon after, gathering up several precious belongings and trinkets she had gathered over the years only to cast them aside, the mere sight of her so called high stature churning her stomach. She shakily but with certainty left her home in the dead of night, the lights of the village tormenting her like fire, so she kept to the shadows. Making her way to several shops she experienced a returning feeling of pride and self righteousness, and she took all she pleased: food, a decadent, yet light set of clothes for maneuverability and lastly the blade, the curved blade she’d seen her father admire so many times, the sight of it reminding her of the bruise to her cheek from him. She took it without hesitation as her own, yet another act to show her dominance. Having left that town far behind her, the memories haunting, yet graceful in her mind she took to the roads of the world. Stealing with a will to live, and live well, she took what she wanted when she wanted, the fear of getting caught never in mind, because how could she ever be caught? She was everything. This confidence kept her safe for a time, until she was in fact at risk, having stayed too long in a village’s brothel. In a drunken stupor she could barely manage to fight back a group of men, who, clearly furious to see their gold pouches around her belt, began to attack, foolishly one at a time. Even in her haze she’d learned enough to draw her sword and defend herself, but not from what followed, fire. The alcohol in the bar being foolishly set alight caused the second fire of her life before her. Her world spinning and in fragments she gasped for air, her legs refusing to move her as the flames licked closer. How could she lose to this? Her mind hazed in the enclosure of flames, her screams echoing until suddenly, she was safe. She was being held and for a brief moment she saw her mother. The woman she’d nearly killed was holding her and she was safe. If only it were the truth, she thought as she regained her senses, the form above her indeed female but not her mother's. It was familiar, but not enough to stay around for, and she hurriedly rushed away from the gathering crowds, their eyes judging her yet again as her chest heaved to be free of the enclosures, finally escaping to the shadows and the cold. It was only then she realized. She wasn’t perfect, not even close. She was in a crowd, and didn’t stand out above the others. But why not? This alone was enough to puzzle her. Was it her thievery? Regardless, her confidence was at long last gone. She wasn’t even above some drunken pigs, let alone the world. This shattered her view of life, causing her to become reclusive, shy, quiet even. Her taste for thievery soured like her life and she began to wander without direction, part of her mind still clinging to perfecting herself, keeping safe what’s hers and looking for more. When she heard word of the undead issue, something she’d done her best to stay clear of, she took to the boats as everyone did, her trip spent hiding in the darkened stomach of one of the elven ships. By the time she reached Asulon her skin was paler then it’d been, her appearance nearly that of a feminine ghost. She kept clear of the crowds as they left, her best efforts spent to simply slip away into the dark. As she watched Asulon build itself around her she continued to steal as needed, but never in such extravagant ways as her younger years. Rai, having shied away from society for the longest time, was still trying to re-adjust to life amongst people, when she was for the second time in her life hit by a seemingly less superior man. The shadows had been her home and safety, keeping her away from fires, crowds, and harm, until they betrayed her. A dark elf in a robe she couldn’t recognize attacked her with a flurry of evident rage. Too deprived of life to offer any resistance, he appeared from nowhere and beat her. Her understanding of why lost and her care for speaking abandoned, she didn’t want the shame and the pity she’d receive were she seen in her state after he’d beaten her down and stolen her dignity. Leaving her within an inch of her life she could only puzzle, her wounded body nothing to her wounded mind. Why? Why hadn’t he killed her? She had deserved death, he had bested her in the fight even without using any weapons. Insult? Dishonour? Mockery? All she knew was she was down and defeated, and she would never be that way again. Twice was already too many times for her, and she recovered on her own. It took long, but her pride was worth it. Licking her lips she practised a few choice words, the first she’d spoken in so long, and her voice was still remarkably fair. None would get to hear it, let alone hear of her so easily. With that she set off, her wounds leaving faint scars as reminders, notes of her faults. Each one she would have to erase and the world had to ready for her. She was still everything.. she just had to prove it. What are your Character's ambitions?: Rai having been stealing for the main of her life, is desperate to make sure she can attain enough power or wealth to never be in such a low place again, all the while determined to prove her worth to the world, and to herself. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Rai always keeps her blade at her side, never letting it out of her sight for safeties sake. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?: Rai’Alyr, being raised to hide, will whenever she’s able to simply avoid confrontation by not being there, disappearing as she did in her own life. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format, if you do not know how to acquire one, copy and paste this link into your browser: ( http://tinyurl.com/Lotcscreenshot ): Other Information about your Character: Rai’Alyr (as should be evident in her bio) is filled with issues; she’s terrified of fires, claustrophobic to a point, and depraved enough to believe herself either the center of the world, or nothing at all, both helping her in certain situations. Open-Response-Questions Each and every question must be answered with a minimum of a single full paragraph and entirely in RP. Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?: With a quick glance around Rai hesitates. If no one else would come to his aid, what else could she do? She quickly makes her way around the warriors, but still being far from perfect as she’s learned so many times, stumbled from her perch as she snuck to them. Falling to the ground in a heap, she groans and tries to pick herself up. An armored boot comes crashing to her back quickly though, pinning her to the ground with enough force to take her breath away. How did she fail this? She had done similar a hundred times, yet this time she failed? The insults ringing from the men and the embarrassment to herself hurt more then the boot crushing her ribs, her small form hardly resistant to abuse. With an effort Rai managed to lift his boot free and roll away from him, possibly due to his going easy on her. A thought that nearly killed her. Regardless she was hurt and needed to leave. The halfling was on his own, just as she had always been.. just as she had been? This struck her deep as she hesitated to scramble away. Had she not been in this situation herself more than once? “Feth it..” she muttered to herself before pulling her prized and curved blade from her back. The halfling now no longer the center of attention, took to his feet and ran off. Rai found this hardly reassuring as she looked between the warriors now closing in on her, the world going dark. This was all she remembered as she woke in the sanctuary, her wounds sealed but sore as she scrambled to sit up from the bed. This was new.. she’d been saved by them before, but never due to her own idiocy. She was far from perfect yet, but she was alive. Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?: Rai was hardly ever one to shop, especially from one who so clearly was trying to assert dominance in his fancy demeanor. Still, he did have some decent trinkets on display, she was sure he wouldn’t mind “her” touching them. Rai always had a weak spot for worthless objects, just another thing she could call hers. With that thought she picked up an ornate ring from the counter and glanced it over, nearly staggering backwards as soon as she saw the price. “Are you serious?!” her stomach lurched, this was an object, worthless as it was, that she couldn’t have?! How dare he! She stammered for her words which so frequently abandoned her and looked to the man, a few options beset her. Would she kill him? No.. No he didn’t deserve that, she could rob him, she was certain he would fold to her will and let her take it, he had that air to him. Or would she seduce it out of him?.. That too seemed possible. With a quick change of her own air, she giggled and slipped the ring on, admiring it as it shown in the sunlight, the rays passing through her hair and causing her to seem to shine in the light, it strangely welcoming despite her home in the dark. The man baffled by her fascination of the ring quickly gave his blessing for her to take it, hoping he could earn some points with this amazing woman. Rai flashed him a grin and beckoned him closer. Leaning over the counter she gripped his jacket and breathed sweet nothings into his ear. Life was hardly ever simple, but it went as it should. Everybody went home feeling good. This was what she thought as she took a suave strut away from the markets, the brilliant ring now hers, she couldn’t help a laugh as she snuck back into the shadows, “Her” shadows. Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?: Hesitance.. this was her most used emotion, she stared to the items in the chest as she puzzled. She could take them so easily, better her life and ensure she would be able to keep enough gold and protection to live. However what if they were a trap? It seemed unlikely considering the shape of the hut. No one would miss them.. hardly as much as she’d miss them were she to leave them. All these thoughts left her as she felt the blade to her neck from behind, her breath catching in her throat she closed the chest slowly. An elderly, if well armed man stood behind her, having heard the chest open he readied himself and pinned her, or so he thought, holding her with the blade he choked out in a raspy voice “What do you think you need those for? Damned thief, I should gut you on the spot.” This was hardly the thing to say to her, turning slowly she quickly changed her expression to one of terror, tears streaming from her eyes as she shakily said “Pl-please.. I.. I n-need to sell them.. they’ll k-kill me if I don’t pay..” The man raised a brow at her desperation, hesitating. For that brief moment it took, her blade placed firmly against his own throat before he could speak. His eyes widen with confusion as he sees the change to her appearance, her tears stopped and her lips in a grin. Her most used emotion, Hesitance, her friend in herself, and in others. She quickly reached back with her other hand and gathered a few of the possessions he sought to protect, not willing to risk her life for all of them. Sliding the blade smoothly along his skin she maneuvered herself around him and pushed, sending him back and freeing herself of his blade as she bolted free of the hut, the new goods more valuable than she’d found in months. So easily obtained as well, just as it should be for her. Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond?: Nervous of the strangers but eager for food, Rai cast aside her better judgement and instinct, hesitantly moving to the side of a tent she stands in the dark of the night, watching the seemingly kind people enjoy themselves. How long had it been since she’d had a warm meal? Or an actual conversation with someone? She was lost for words if that was any sign. Regardless she needed to eat to live, and she wasn’t about to die in such a way. Fighting the urges pervading her to run from the sounds and the fireplace, she bites her lip and sits near some of the seemingly happy and carefree folks. A few stories and some stew later she stood tiredly and managed to stammer out her thanks. This was the story she told herself while she ate, the story she would cling to as she dropped the empty bowl, pulling her robe around her tightly now she briskly turned to leave before the dawn broke, the body of the one man that’d seen her already going cold. Her stories rarely brought her peace, but the bowl of soup and the man certainly wouldn’t be missed by the rest of them, she simply couldn’t live her story though, her life was far different. You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?: Rai listens for the most part to the guards ramblings considering their words, a lot of the words making no sense and those that do offer her no comfort, finishing her drink she leaves the town. Why would she stay and fight? What did the town ever do for her except steal her coins and let her writhe in the towns filth? They could all suffer for all she cared. Walking out she didn’t even turn back to look at the village as she stumbled from the town in a unsober manner. After a short while she begins to notice something odd. The birds and animals made no sounds in the stretch of the wood she entered. Something was wrong.. Quickly darting into the bushes she waited half an hour before she saw the reason. The Bandits came sluggishly out of their hiding spots, moving slowly towards the town. She held her breath, her eyes wide with fear at the men that passed her, as they were armed to the teeth and from what she had heard from the town they robbed then killed. She waited another 10 minutes after they had gone before sprinting from the bushes she had hidden in, away from the town, not wanting to look back towards the rising smoke, or the bandits pillaging the village. Anything else you would like to say?: Just that I hear this is an amazing roleplay server and I certainly hope I can bring some more decent and valued Roleplay to it. Also that I realize a VA is required for a villainous character, and please note I do not intend to break any of the rules of that by killing others in the manner she has above without one.