Kelku'atan

[Jen]

Name: Kelku'atan (Prefers ‘Kel’) [Kel-coú-ah-tan]

Age: Nineteen

Secret Word: Sent

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Race: Na'vi

Tribe: Alehuai

Mount: Taw’tiera /or/ Tiera – Female Ikran --- [Taw-ther-ah]

A calm, docile female Ikran specifically chosen for a rather aloof, and young still-learning male Na’vi. She is lightweight, and smaller then most of the other Mountain Banshees, yet holds a fair amount of grace and benevolence about her. Physically she is rather dark maroon with a mixture of dusted gray on her underbelly, with a rather slim snout and large wingspan. Although she has been bred for a young, fledgling warrior; she tends to be just as playful and joyous as her bonded rider. The two hold much in common, between the lines of beast and Na’vi; both consider the other like family—more then partners.

However, Tiera (her nickname) has quite the temper when it comes to the treatment of herself and her rider. She distrusts Sky People, and even the slightest whiff of their presence sends her into an utmost rampage; causing her true nature as a future warrior’s mount to be released. Naturally, the Ikran is protective of her young rider; which oddly enough includes other Ikrans or Na’vi. A territorial display she tends to exercise around others is a quick snap of her jaws, and a long huff out her chest. Both of which are a warning for future eminent danger.

Her name literally translates into “Sky Spirit,” and while as tranquil as the summer winds; Tiera’s nature is just as fiery as that of her rider. If challenged, cornered, or provoked; she will attack and will continue to do so until her prey is thoroughly ripped to shreds. Due to her rider being so young, she still tends to be a tad more maternal; constantly seen where Kelku'atan decides to venture.

Physical Description:

Around 9’7” and still growing, the youth has a full head of Queue and a lithe body to sport. Bred from a long line of warriors in the Alehuai clan, he has quite the large gene pool to be proud of. His body is further suited to make the best of strength and agility, packed with muscle that is more focused on his upper body then his feet and legs. Although he has all-around strength, his agility and grace is a little lacking on the ground; as his specialty tends to be more in the sky or within the water. His upper pectorals and lower abdominals are both very well developed, having been through proper strength training before even getting his Ikran. Placed through rough training (as to bring honor to his family) he is rather developed for a young male Na’vi his age.

Kelku'atan places a lot of artistic play with his Queue, meaning he rather enjoys braiding his long strands into tribal-like weaves and pulling them back to tie with the main Queue braid. His locks are a natural dark blue, meant to sink into the surroundings of the sea and sky; laced with small teal beads as well as pieces of white ivory-like substances. He chooses to wear trinkets and ‘proper’ clothing that is used for the majority of his flights. Meaning he wears the normal loincloth, dyed a dark blue-violet that bares his family’s crest—and his chest guard made with the same leather-substance that his visor was created out of. The chest guard covers the mid-torso up to the collarbone of Kelku'atan; cutting off around the neck and braiding all along the back. It is a handed down guard’s plate, with many scratches and nicks from the time of the great war. It’s importance holds a lot to the family, and is personally given by the father to the son; of whom shows the best passion.

Kelku'atan has small, svelte feet—and rather slim legs. Making him rather hydrodynamic and swift in the water as well is within air. He is not, however, stealthy at all on land. Like a fish out of his natural habitat, the young man flounders on the soil as much as most Na’vi do on sand. His biceps are relatively lanky compared to those that are older, or in a different clan as he. His tail is significantly long, reaching about six feet; as it is physically responsive. The tail and Queue are extremely sensitive on his young body, and the youngster tends to flinch and/or jump whenever either is touched. Much to the amusement of his friends and bonded Ikran.

His hands are nimble, and Kelku'atan is surprisingly good with them. Making his own arrows, carving his own bow—and decorating his own hair and guards made for riding the Ikran. He chooses to do both in his spare time, making money along side of protecting his clan from any outside force. He made his own inner-leggings (made for guarding the thigh) and visor for riding Tiera. Both of which are carved to symbolize the waves and grace of the sea, his homeland; what he is to be fighting for—like the past warriors before him. Kelku'atan tends to show a habit of wearing his visor/goggles (if nothing else) on the ground, right above his brow—as if he could take off in flight at any moment.

Among the others in his clan, Kelku'atan has a neutral color of cyan blue; darker and duskier then most Na’vi that are not born near the sea. His stripes are far deeper, almost burnt navy; making him blend into the water and murkier parts of the forest. His bioluminescence is over-reactive, just like his tail and Queue. It is horribly difficult for him to hold any sort of control over it; thus his reactors are rather healthy. It isn’t hard at all to tell how he is feeling through such a display of luminescence; such is the curse from his mother’s side.

It is through Kelku'atan’s personal family’s creed that the heirlooms are given to the children when the time is right—yet that is not the only catch. It is heavily implied that every bit of their blood kin’s memorabilia be given only if a sign from Eywa graces them upon birth. Leading to much discomfort among the family’s siblings, and their belief of Eywa.

Personality:

As much of an oddball as a Na’vi can be, Kelku'atan fills all the criteria for being the most befuddling youngster the clan has seen thus far. A joker and an all around benevolent young male, Kelku'atan has the ability to make almost anyone feel tranquil as well as welcomed. Naturally fiery; he doesn’t show much hostility at first, but when in a protective mode—he does not back down until a stronger force commands him to yield. With accompany to such a trait, though, comes the ability for Kelku'atan to show affection. It is not difficult for the Na’vi to bluntly state what is on his mind, and he shows little restraint when it comes to such matters of opinion. He even has been known to speak out of turn, especially if he disagrees with something that is being said. Even though he tends to be emotional and quick to spark; he backs up all his decisions with logical thought, leading to quite the debatable personality.

Kelku'atan does not, however, hold any taste for rank or importance. He does hold their clan leaders above anything, but he is a believer in free thought—as well as exploration. He dislikes to stay in once place to long, and cannot be trusted with things that take immense time; much to the disappointment of his mother. He does not court, nor does he hold anyone more important then the other—unless he is destined to protect that other in battle, or anywhere else. Kelku'atan doesn’t enjoy being put under pressure, nor does he approve of placing anyone under such pressure. In fact, he tends to act quite the opposite—and openly attempts to trigger peace within any sort of turmoil. He is a free spirit, and believes in mutual conversation.

He believes full-heartedly in Eywa, and therefore shows no distain for Sky People; thinking that his deity would show him a warpath if he needed to be that pillar of strength for his people. His family is one of tradition, but Kelku'atan does not share the same passion as most of his brothers and sisters; nor does he show such strict morality. Kelku'atan is openly flexible, and willing to believe those who can talk ‘with their heart open.’ He is easy to trust, and therefore—sadly, easy to hurt. Kelku'atan does not take well to betrayal, but then again, who does? If he is lied to, he completely shuts off communication with the other said person abruptly. It is hard for him to open up to another Na’vi after being ‘made a fool of’ and yet he tries to believe in the superiority of his people.

Underneath all his good-natured jokes and support, though, lies the beating heart of a warrior and shield of the Na’vi. He will fight to the death if he is provoked, and will not stop once his mind is set on something. Kelku'atan can be narrow minded, stubborn, and overall a pain in the arse—but he is passionate in what he chooses on his path of life. His belief, not only in his people, but also in Eywa keeps him going. His love for his family, despite much of the hate that brims within most of them; keeps his heart’s light from flickering out.

Overall, Kelku'atan is a enlightening young Na’vi with a new generation of thinking and generosity that is slightly unfamiliar to most warriors. Both himself and his Ikran are natural killers, but choose to have a conscious behind it. Kelku'atan is obscenely friendly; unless rubbed otherwise, and listens to his own reasoning over the gossip of others.

Talents:

• Strength – On Ikran/On Ground, dual talent.
  As simple as it can get, physical strength mixed with the talent of flying. He relies on his upper body for delivering blows not only with knives and other utensils, but the traditional art of the bow. He forces himself to be rather tough when it comes to the offensive, as he would rather hit hard then draw out the battle to the bloodiest end. Kelku'atan struggles with his lower body, and is not famous for using his legs in hand-to-hand combat strategies. He is mediocre at best, but training his weakness has become force of habit. Slowly, he might gain experience—but as of now, his strength lays mostly within his arms and chest; enough to knock out a Na’vi perhaps twice his size.
  
  
• Agility – On Ikran only.
  Speed comes naturally to those with the help of an Ikran, and Kelku'atan is no exception. His riding partner has quite the wingspan, and a powerful breast to propel her in almost any direction. At top speed, she is perhaps one of the quickest Ikran that have been seen for some time. With a talented rider, she is adept to pass by others with extreme ease. Her agility is only known in the air, though; as with her rider—she is useless when on the ground. Kelku'atan is by no means the runner of the clan, and when in unfamiliar territory he slows down tremendously.
  
  
• Comfort/Protection – Self-talent, personality.
  Oddly enough, Kelku'atan has a ginger personality in comparison to most warrior Na’vi. He is verbally and physically reassuring, choosing to soothe rather then cause disruption. It is, however, his job to offer protection and strength to his tribe, and he delivers it without hesitation. Although he is gentle, and tender to those that he cares about; he is not above belittling his duty. Verbally, he can coax another into a sense of tranquility, but he can also be forceful when being protective of what he holds sacred or dear to him.
  
  
• Camouflage – On Ground only.
  If not only meant to combat his relative failure on the ground, Kelku'atan blends in to the dark like a stealthy predator. He is rarely off his Ikran, but just in case he is forced to be off his mount; he can revert to the surroundings about him—if only to blend in for a little while, and get the best hit possible.
  

History:

Born the last in a family of six, Kelku'atan was graced with being the last male baby born by the aristocratic clan of warriors that his family was said to have been heirs of. His father was old enough (like most Alehuai) to have been a warrior in the first war for Pandora, and thus led to much stoic hate within the family for Sky People. This was a characteristic shared by the branches of warriors, and Kelku'atan’s father showed the most obvious distaste of all of them. Due to long-sustained injuries and internal complications from the war years ago; Kelku'atan’s father passed away at a premature age. Leaving his wife, and Kelku'atan’s mother to raise all four of her children alone. With the help of the elders, the maternal warrior allowed ‘Eywa’ to choose which child got which heirloom from their infamous father. Asking for the interpretation and guidance from their current Tsahik, which lead to the decided distribution of their father’s old armor. While each got at least one piece of garb from their father, it was Kelku'atan who gained the most sacred piece. The chest plate, which was meant to protect the heart, as well as the nobility of the warrior; leading to much disgrace to the elder siblings, and stale jealousy.

Although there was a sense of love between the family members, it was normally rough and raw—something that Kelku'atan had to grow to accept. With the aid of his elder siblings, he grew up rather fast and gained such strength as what was expected of him. His mother, still alive to this day, spoils him with every chance she gets. Being the baby of the family, and yet most revered of his entire kin; he holds a lot of what his father used to be before the war. The two eldest in his branch of family are his brother and sister, both of whom reared Kelku'atan when their mother could not. The youngest brother, closer to his age, tends to be the closest to Kelku'atan platonically. They both shared a sort of air of mischievousness, and used to be mistaken as twins in their early years. Eventually when they both grew, Kelku'atan felt a sorrowful break between them. His sibling chose to be more like the eldest of their family, and thus grew hostile like their late father.

Only Kelku'atan kept an air of ‘immaturity’, choosing to be carefree over tense. This of course, led to much conflict in the family, and eventually the eldest of the family began to question Eywa’s supposed judgment over Kelku'atan’s heirloom. Kelku'atan’s mother, although disappointed, stood firmly next to her compassionate son; never once doubting the Tsahik’s judgment she had seen upon the birth of Kelku'atan. Believing that this child would be the strongest out of the four, she did not wavier at the choice she had already made. Kelku'atan did not disappoint when he hit his elder years as a teenager. Growing rapidly, he became one of the most promising warriors, and even got emitted into his ceremony early. His Ikran, while female, was by no means to be frowned upon—and for once; his family decided to bow all complaints they had of the child.

Although the family’s love is rocky, and Kelku'atan struggles to keep their favor—he has stayed true to himself through those years. His history is short, as is his years as a man, but he does not show any weakness for those factors. He is strong, and quite the force to be reckoned with; despite the fact he might lay a little low of what he is expected to. His mother still believes he is childish due to age, and will change with time—but the rest are not so sure. Kelku'atan’s personality is something that has not wavered since the time he was a vivid toddler. Majority who lay eyes on him do not expect the man to be as daring, or violent as he can possibly be. Yet he lives up to his name, and can be as dangerous as any male Na’vi double his age.

He has won duels in favor of his own thoughts, and will gain scars if he feels the need to defend his family or himself. While still young, Kelku'atan holds the blood of the Alehuai with much pride.

RP Sample:

The scent of the sea was both calming, and agitating to the young Na’vi. Despite the fact it was home, the stickiness of humidity mixed with the fragrant salt caused his senses to be slightly muddled when it came to flying. Such hot days such as this made his internal radar fry; not that his dear Taw’tiera didn’t know where she was going. Allowing her to take over the majority of their combined senses, she spread her wings and began to beat against the current of the natural Jet Stream that surrounded Pandora. Scouting the land below had been a job bestowed upon him by his oh-so-thoughtful eldest brother. Rolling his eyes behind the visor, the young Na’vi ran his hands to the base of Tiera’s neck. Urging her to dive down so he could gaze upon a closer inspection. With the entrance of Sky People to Pandora, Kelku'atan could almost feel the tension boiling over in his bones. Not only did the Na’vi seem to struggle with the thought of humans returning; but also their own young royal family seemed to be interested in demolishing them. Not that he flew either way, he was willing to give anything a chance—at least once.

Either way, border patrol had become stricter as the days passed. Each night his eldest brother and sister rode out for the more ‘dangerous’ patrols. Sincerely, Kelku'atan pitied any humans that ran into his elder siblings. They would abruptly be met with nothing short of death. Clicking his tongue lazily against the roof of his mouth; the young warrior ran his tongue over his canines as his mount opened its wingspan to cushion the landing on the sandy plains. The neighboring Na’vi had more tolerance then his own leader, and much of the time he was criticized for being much like the Aylakuna. Yet he had no anger, nor did he have much reason to discuss such motives of war. He would gladly do what his Olo'eyktan or Tsahik commanded, but nothing disruptive had reared its ugly head yet. Patting the large flank of his Ikran, the youth slid down off the side of her. Pulling out a scrap of raw meat from the pocket laced around his waist, he whispered something softly in his natural language; feeding Tiera as a pleased rumble fluttered from her chest.

”An overreaction, surely our neighbors are not as hostile as we have become.”He uttered, feeling his hand travel from behind the maw, and over the spine. Taw’tiena let out an tense rumble again, this one more daring then the content one she had vocalized moments ago. ”Ah, you as well, Tiena?” He stroked the joint of her maw, not allowing her to show any more disgruntlement from such talk as Sky People. It simply felt like one could cut the air with such resentment floating within his country like sea foam being tossed up after a typhoon. Pandora was worth fighting for, but was there going to be a fight? As much as his blood gave him the grace of being a protector of his clan, he did not wish to fight an enemy that had no business in corrupting his people. Where as most of his family held Sky People—not even as high as dirt. It was as if ignorance or fury was the best key; not at all what he had expected. His brothers and sisters itched for confrontation. That, Kelku'atan could feel within his bones. Many scrutinized him for not being able to feel the horror awaiting in the oncoming years, but—he felt it. The male Na’vi made no mistake, and even in his attempts to speak with those of other clans resulted in the same underlining feeling.

He was young, still a man—but young. Was it curiosity that led him to such childish behavior? Shrugging off all motive that he could bring dishonor and anger among his people, he slid onto his resting mount—and much to her displeasure, steered in the direction of the more welcoming plans. The scent of aliens, and the faces of beings at least five feet shorter then he awaited him somewhere around there. He did not know, and therefore he did not judge; but he wished to know, and he wanted to judge. Perhaps he was as much of a fool as his clan painted him to be when it came to such a subject, only time and careful observation would tell.

Tiena fluttered gracefully, keeping low to the plains and hidden in the foliage of trees and brush. He was not a stranger to this place, and neither was she. His siblings had learned long ago that if Kelku'atan did not want to be found—he would not be found. For now, he was on his own—and personally, that was how he enjoyed it.

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[• Aerys •]

Approved.