Post by Moon Seeker// on Jan 2, 2010 21:23:09 GMT -5
Name: Txur Txe'lan
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Na'vi
Tribe: Aylukana
Mount: Ikran
He is a fiery brute who'd rather beat out all competition then be working together with it. He is a burnished orange with lighter orange and red streaks littering his body. Txur Txe'lan can control his temper well, and is able to maneuver him swiftly and without fail, but he has trouble keeping him in check when they are not connected in the Bond. The male Ikran is named Emza'u, for he is "a test to pass". He's not affectionate, unless he gets some reward or appraisal from his partner; then he makes a guttural, affectionate note and presses his beak into Txur Txe'lan's shoulder.
Physical Description:
Txur Txe'lan is 9' 7", with cyan colored skin and navy blue tiger stripes rippling along his sides, legs, and arms. He has a burnished orange line across his nose, and white diamonds flecking his body and face. His features are concave and narrow, and his eyes are yellow and his tail is striped with navy blue. He wears a waist brace, made of the skeletons of a viperwolf kill, and a loincloth over his lap. His arms are bound with golden bands and leather straps, and if time should ever come to it, his war paint is a light yellow streaked across his cheekbones and two black circles to the corners of his eyes.
His chest is broad, his arms powerful, his legs lean from the nomadic life. He has the build of a warrior, and he is talented when the time calls for battle or weaponry. He commonly crouches, when maneuvering through the forest or using his stealth, and walks on two legs when he is travelling long distances.
His eyes are hued a tawny yellow, a bit duller than the normal Na'vi's eyes, with flecks of gold and green. His emotions do not show through his eyes; only important emotions, such as aggression or sorrow. Happiness doesn't really cross him a lot, seeing his back-story and life today has not been good.
His tone is serious and laden with experience and discipline. His voice does not come with his personality; his voice was affected when young during the burning of the Hometree, and his voice has been low and gruff ever since. His fangs are the most menacing sight about him. Sharp and white, you'd never want to be around Txur Txe'lan when he bares his fangs. If he is, he's miffed. Really miffed. He doesn't normally show emotions, so when he does, if they don't look like he's happy, he's not. He's really not happy.
Personality:
His life is focused around respect, discipline, rules, and serious thinking. He does not show emotions, as you read earlier, because he believes they show a weak spot and allow the mind to be twisted and controlled. He believes that the Tawtute will not bring any harm, but he does not want to be foolish and bond completely with them, for in what his mother had told him, the humans could be trouble for his tribe, and the others. He is commonly seen alone, as he doesn't like distractions, or training the younger members of his tribe. His mother, who insists everybody simply call her "sa'nok", is very calm and patient with her son's constant moods, but he isn't the patient type.
He does not care for love or mating, although he has been offered to choose a female for quite a while. He does not wish to fall in love and have to worry more about one individual then his whole tribe. He does have a set preference, but he does not wish to have any connections. His heart belongs to Eywa, and the land which he travels, he states, and lives up to this statement very clearly. But, he has cast a jealous eye towards the affections of life-mates, and actually has succumbed to the pull of a female once or twice in his life. He treats both with respect, but guiltily protects females a bit more than males. To children, he is a disciplined mentor, but a proud one. He calls the children in his tribe 'evi, respectfully. As a friend, he is loyal, and he naturally warms up to people he thinks of as friends.
He cannot speak English well, and has never thought it was important to learn how. He knows some of the humans can speak Na'vi, so why don't they just translate? He speaks in full Na'vi, and if he would ever need to speak with a human, he would have to bring along a translator. He has seen them when his tribe pass by their encampment, and they seem to all stop, as if something important were to happen, and start speaking in their odd language. He does not understand humans, but is fine if they are translated and if they respect boundaries.
Talents:
Strength - Self-talent
His brawn comes from his father, and he wields it well. He is skilled with bows, daggers, and hand to hand should it ever come to that. He is an intimidating figure as well, as he is taller than most males, and this can prevent arguments and petty brawls to happen.
Weaponry - Self-talent
He is skilled with weapons, such as bows or daggers, and he can craft a spear quite quickly. His aim is a bit off with spears, but he blames this on the length and quality of the wood, although this has nothing to do with his aim. He can craft many things out of softer stones, wood, and other sharp substances found about Pandora.
Speed - On Ground/On Ikran
He is quick on his feet, and his lean legs able him to move at quick paces. Most of this comes from his hard training, and he can manuever through tight spaces, branches, roots, etc.
History:
He was born after the first war with the Tawtutes, which his father and older brother died in. He never met his brother or his father, but his mother used to tell him they were proud warriors and powerful hunters. He was fascinated by this, and drove himself to the limit to prove himself to the role of brother and son to these warriors. He trained hard, rough, and long hours, and for most of his life, until he reached the age of 17, he pushed himself to the limit. He only stopped once he was able to choose a female, or when he became an adult and 'part of the tribe', and he did. A young tutee, Txep. She did not choose him however, and he was left to the fact that women thought his hard, soulless, incapable of loving. It scarred him, but he pushed it aside. He swore from love and affection, but that statement has begun to fade during the years.
His first encounter with the Tawtutes was when he was out, riding Emza'u over the forests of Pandora. He did not see the metal bird at first; he heard it. Or, Emza'u heard it first. The Ikran began to flitter in different directions, spiraling in place and tossing Txur Txe'lan around roughly. Just as the Na'vi began to calm his partner, he too heard the roar of the metal bird. He froze, ushering Emza'u to the ground, thinking the bird was a Toruk or something... maybe larger, attempting to calm the beast as it's eyes flashed in fear. That was when the shadow covered him. He looked up to the sky, afraid his fears were right, and saw the stomach of the huge beast. It was gone in a matter of seconds, but the image of the bird stayed in his mind's eye. He returned to his tribe, as if nothing had happened, but his mother sensed a change about him. She asked him for many days, but he spoke nothing of it, and he only told her once another tribe member had seen the bird.
He knew he wasn't the only one to see it, but he was shaken and could not sleep for nights. He eventually warmed up to the metal giant, and, following his tribe, began getting closer to the humans. He still has yet to hear from other tribes on their opinion, and still continues to travel and hunt near the human's encampment.
RP Sample:
[/size]Age: 34
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Na'vi
Tribe: Aylukana
Mount: Ikran
He is a fiery brute who'd rather beat out all competition then be working together with it. He is a burnished orange with lighter orange and red streaks littering his body. Txur Txe'lan can control his temper well, and is able to maneuver him swiftly and without fail, but he has trouble keeping him in check when they are not connected in the Bond. The male Ikran is named Emza'u, for he is "a test to pass". He's not affectionate, unless he gets some reward or appraisal from his partner; then he makes a guttural, affectionate note and presses his beak into Txur Txe'lan's shoulder.
Physical Description:
Txur Txe'lan is 9' 7", with cyan colored skin and navy blue tiger stripes rippling along his sides, legs, and arms. He has a burnished orange line across his nose, and white diamonds flecking his body and face. His features are concave and narrow, and his eyes are yellow and his tail is striped with navy blue. He wears a waist brace, made of the skeletons of a viperwolf kill, and a loincloth over his lap. His arms are bound with golden bands and leather straps, and if time should ever come to it, his war paint is a light yellow streaked across his cheekbones and two black circles to the corners of his eyes.
His chest is broad, his arms powerful, his legs lean from the nomadic life. He has the build of a warrior, and he is talented when the time calls for battle or weaponry. He commonly crouches, when maneuvering through the forest or using his stealth, and walks on two legs when he is travelling long distances.
His eyes are hued a tawny yellow, a bit duller than the normal Na'vi's eyes, with flecks of gold and green. His emotions do not show through his eyes; only important emotions, such as aggression or sorrow. Happiness doesn't really cross him a lot, seeing his back-story and life today has not been good.
His tone is serious and laden with experience and discipline. His voice does not come with his personality; his voice was affected when young during the burning of the Hometree, and his voice has been low and gruff ever since. His fangs are the most menacing sight about him. Sharp and white, you'd never want to be around Txur Txe'lan when he bares his fangs. If he is, he's miffed. Really miffed. He doesn't normally show emotions, so when he does, if they don't look like he's happy, he's not. He's really not happy.
Personality:
His life is focused around respect, discipline, rules, and serious thinking. He does not show emotions, as you read earlier, because he believes they show a weak spot and allow the mind to be twisted and controlled. He believes that the Tawtute will not bring any harm, but he does not want to be foolish and bond completely with them, for in what his mother had told him, the humans could be trouble for his tribe, and the others. He is commonly seen alone, as he doesn't like distractions, or training the younger members of his tribe. His mother, who insists everybody simply call her "sa'nok", is very calm and patient with her son's constant moods, but he isn't the patient type.
He does not care for love or mating, although he has been offered to choose a female for quite a while. He does not wish to fall in love and have to worry more about one individual then his whole tribe. He does have a set preference, but he does not wish to have any connections. His heart belongs to Eywa, and the land which he travels, he states, and lives up to this statement very clearly. But, he has cast a jealous eye towards the affections of life-mates, and actually has succumbed to the pull of a female once or twice in his life. He treats both with respect, but guiltily protects females a bit more than males. To children, he is a disciplined mentor, but a proud one. He calls the children in his tribe 'evi, respectfully. As a friend, he is loyal, and he naturally warms up to people he thinks of as friends.
He cannot speak English well, and has never thought it was important to learn how. He knows some of the humans can speak Na'vi, so why don't they just translate? He speaks in full Na'vi, and if he would ever need to speak with a human, he would have to bring along a translator. He has seen them when his tribe pass by their encampment, and they seem to all stop, as if something important were to happen, and start speaking in their odd language. He does not understand humans, but is fine if they are translated and if they respect boundaries.
Talents:
Strength - Self-talent
His brawn comes from his father, and he wields it well. He is skilled with bows, daggers, and hand to hand should it ever come to that. He is an intimidating figure as well, as he is taller than most males, and this can prevent arguments and petty brawls to happen.
Weaponry - Self-talent
He is skilled with weapons, such as bows or daggers, and he can craft a spear quite quickly. His aim is a bit off with spears, but he blames this on the length and quality of the wood, although this has nothing to do with his aim. He can craft many things out of softer stones, wood, and other sharp substances found about Pandora.
Speed - On Ground/On Ikran
He is quick on his feet, and his lean legs able him to move at quick paces. Most of this comes from his hard training, and he can manuever through tight spaces, branches, roots, etc.
History:
He was born after the first war with the Tawtutes, which his father and older brother died in. He never met his brother or his father, but his mother used to tell him they were proud warriors and powerful hunters. He was fascinated by this, and drove himself to the limit to prove himself to the role of brother and son to these warriors. He trained hard, rough, and long hours, and for most of his life, until he reached the age of 17, he pushed himself to the limit. He only stopped once he was able to choose a female, or when he became an adult and 'part of the tribe', and he did. A young tutee, Txep. She did not choose him however, and he was left to the fact that women thought his hard, soulless, incapable of loving. It scarred him, but he pushed it aside. He swore from love and affection, but that statement has begun to fade during the years.
His first encounter with the Tawtutes was when he was out, riding Emza'u over the forests of Pandora. He did not see the metal bird at first; he heard it. Or, Emza'u heard it first. The Ikran began to flitter in different directions, spiraling in place and tossing Txur Txe'lan around roughly. Just as the Na'vi began to calm his partner, he too heard the roar of the metal bird. He froze, ushering Emza'u to the ground, thinking the bird was a Toruk or something... maybe larger, attempting to calm the beast as it's eyes flashed in fear. That was when the shadow covered him. He looked up to the sky, afraid his fears were right, and saw the stomach of the huge beast. It was gone in a matter of seconds, but the image of the bird stayed in his mind's eye. He returned to his tribe, as if nothing had happened, but his mother sensed a change about him. She asked him for many days, but he spoke nothing of it, and he only told her once another tribe member had seen the bird.
He knew he wasn't the only one to see it, but he was shaken and could not sleep for nights. He eventually warmed up to the metal giant, and, following his tribe, began getting closer to the humans. He still has yet to hear from other tribes on their opinion, and still continues to travel and hunt near the human's encampment.
RP Sample:
It was night, and the three moons were high in the inky purple sky. His body was glittering with the translucent flecks, and his queue was slung over his shoulder, his chest heaving in and out with his harsh breaths. The brute felt his mother's soft palm on his shoulder, and he turned his head slightly. "'itan, nìmun nga kin tìkin txoa." she sighed, tucking a couple stray strands of hair out of his face. He glanced at her, then back at the quiet center of his tribe's home. "Kehe, oe zene pawm ngenga. Pe oe rä’ä tslam..." His face darkened. He could feel his mother's soft breaths on the back of his neck, and he wound the leathery band in his hand tight around his palm, unraveling it and wrapping it around his arm once more.
He grimaced, his tongue jutting from dark cyan lips as he wetted them, getting to his feet. "Oe... oe rä’ä... tsnì nìhawng... pey." He gave his mother's words no notice and darted out into the night, wind rushing past his body and smothering him in the cold. He tore through the foliage, a blur amongst the darkness, merely a glow of white, then nothing. He loped swiftly over the knots and coils of roots below him, the soles of his feet rough and burning as he ripped through the forest, his lungs heaving, heart hammering. He felt his tail whipping behind him, his arms moving back and forth roughly, his hands clenched into fists, fangs glinting as his lips drew back around them.
He had been blinded by emotions, fear had clawed his heart and almost got himself killed. Why? Why had he been so utterly stupid enough to falter before the beast? He shook his head, eyes closed, running blindly into never ending darkness. His soles hit the ground loudly, his legs shaking under every step. He could feel the wind hitting his eyelids, and he shot them open as he felt his foot splash into water. He looked down, pulling said foot out of the liquid with a scowl etched across his concave features. Pathetic of him. Utterly pathetic. He collapsed to his knees, kneeling before the river and staring into the pristine water. He rubbed his leathery sole free of water and sighed, holding his nasal bridge as he squeezed his eyes shut, his breaths coming out in pants.
He needed to calm himself. He had to regain control of himself. His broad chest heaved in and out quickly, slowing, slowing, till he breathed at a normal pace. His mind searched the air around him, his eyes still shut. Emza'u was either asleep, or ignoring him. Lovely. He tossed his head up to the sky and dropped his hand, smiling faintly at the three moons, their rays pooling around his body. His translucent flecks did not seem as bright in the moonlight, and he felt at ease at once. His ears flickered backwards, and his torso swiveled around.
Wood sprites. A couple, not a lot, floating through the forest behind him. He stared in awe, not moving a muscle as he watched them disappear in and out behind the trees. His heart swelled in his chest. He felt a swooping, numbing sensation, and he paused, his eyelids flickering. Eywa had calmed him, something his own mother had not been able to do in that amount of time. He bowed his head deeply, murmuring his thanks to the deity. He staggered to his feet, watching the last of the sprites drift into the darkness, and stepped nimbly over a coiled root, and sighing heavily.
He had been given something, he knew. He flicked his tail, his fangs vanishing behind his lips as he smiled. Bowing his head, he inhaled softly. In a blink of the mind's eye, he was gone, a blur darting through the foliage around.
[[Key!]]
"Son, again you need no forgiveness.
"No, I must ask you. What I do not understand..."
"I... I do not... that too... wait."
"Son, again you need no forgiveness.
"No, I must ask you. What I do not understand..."
"I... I do not... that too... wait."
