Post by seeker on Jan 11, 2010 22:13:52 GMT -5
Name: Jha’hre
Age: 20 in human terms
Secret Word: PM’d
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Race: Na'vi
Tribe: Itami
Mount: Pa’li
Jha’hre’s Pa’li mount is called Gerah. A massive creature, even bigger than most his species, Gerah’s six legs are well suited to crossing long miles without tiring, and though large and bound to earth, Gerah is surprisingly agile in forest landscapes as well. He is mainly a tawny color, but blue-tinted on all four hocks, the tip of his tail, and the length of his snout; stripes (a dark ruddy brown-red in color) cover the length of his body, and his hooves are a dark onyx. The tendrils that begin on his forehead seem just long enough for he and his rider’s comfort.
Gerah and Jha’hre are a perfect match. He is as fearless as his rider, as gentle as the soft Ewya seeds and yet as tenacious as the sleek black predators, willing and able to carry his bonded Na’vi on any journey. For his kindness and loyalty, Jha’hre returns it, spending as much time as possible with him and looking over his needs with utmost care. Together they are partners, both adventure-lusty and battle-ready, eyes open for the next fleeting opportunity.
Physical Description: Jha’hre is an average height for a Na’vi female. Having never been the sedentary sort, Jha’hre has developed a quite a physique, sleek, strong and able, which she takes particular pride in. She is blue in color as usual, with clearly striped legs and arms – whose pattern, her father frequently tells her, are exactly like her mother’s. Jha’hre’s flexible tail is always in action, restlessly twitching to and fro, mirroring her somewhat squirrely personality, as are her ears; her face is extremely expressive – smiling readily when pleased, to hissing like a viper the moment she becomes angered. One can easily tell her emotions this way; she holds absolutely nothing back, through body-language or otherwise.
Her body so far is unscarred, except for the occasional bump or nick. Like her stripes, she is told that her very build mirrors her mother’s, from the length of her arms to the form of her face to the very way she moves. Her legs well-developed from riding her Pa’li so many days. In fact, evidence of her passion for riding is apparent everywhere: riding calluses mark the insides of her thighs, where so often the back of a Pa’li pressed against them. Her stomach is well-toned from the constant movement of riding across the plains, and she frequently comes back to her tribe’s camp with sun-marks for staying out too long and too frequently.
As for Jha’rhe’s face, the bright specks that adorn every Na’vi gather near the bridge of her nose, then fall down the rest of her face like a waterfall, drenching her nose and cheekbones and just sprinkling her jaw and chin. She is round-faced mostly, but it does taper a bit near the bottom. Her ears are bigger than most, all the better to be more expressive, and are decorated with large earrings that travel nearly to the top. Jha’rhe’s eyes are brilliant amber, permanently wide – “to take in more of the world”, she says, if asked – and carry an inquisitive gleam. Around her neck lie many necklaces she made herself; she has quite a penchant for them, as well as any adornment.
Personality: Days of traveling with her Pa’li has almost made her think like one: straightforward, impatient, proud, and loud at times – she is all of these things and more. Among all, though, her most primary trait is her curiosity.
It seems to lend her a certain restlessness. She is never content to sit; she is always moving, always roving, and she is told that even in her sleep she moves about as though constantly dreaming. She has an urge to touch anything new she finds and even take it with her – to mess with it, mostly, which gives her a hobby in crafting. Many of these things she hangs around her neck, beautiful objects that she wove together with a clear artistry. Always full of energy, Jha’rhe claims herself that she rarely feels tired and that it is Ewya herself that gave her so much life – for another prominent trait Jha’rhe possesses is boasting. Impatient like her Pa’li, Jha’rhe considers those that are not adventurous as she as “lazy”, and in some cases even looks down at them. This makes her intolerable to some.
However, if there is a counter to that, it is her bravery and her loyalty. Fearlessness is an invaluable characteristic in Jha’rhe; in fact she seems almost incapable of it to a point of self-harm. Anything new to her is a wonder, not something to be wary of; and anything that seems challenging is an open invitation, for again, like her Pa’li, she is hungry for a good race. A firm believer in the spirit of her people, Jha’rhe is a courageous optimist, certain that they can overcome any obstacle…so long as they are “as brave as she”.
With this comes a very talkative personality, as her fearlessness goes beyond adventuring to simple social interactions. Jha’rhe is never afraid to say what she thinks. If she believes you are an ignorant lout, she will say so, and to your face; likewise, if she thinks you are beautiful both in mind, body, and soul, she would settle for no less than proclaiming it to the world. After many years of practice she has become persuasive with her words, an eager story-teller and a stirrer of hearts.
Once attached to another, Jha’rhe will put all of her energy into that friendship. They become something treasured and dear to her heart, and she is eager to show it, supporting them in all of their efforts with little questions asked. In her, others are bound to find a loyal and strong ally – if a little brusque, aggressive, and prideful.
Talents: Jha’rhe is most efficient at her horsemanship (or pa’li-ship, as it were). She is able to keep on her Pa’li’s back tirelessly, and has become something of a whisperer. Jha’rhe will know right away if a Pa’li is sick or ailing, and usually knows what to do to help. When in the tribe, she is often seen around the herds, helping when she can.
It is not so much a trait as a hobby, but Jha’rhe has an artistic penchant for making jewelry. Made from beautiful gifts of nature, she weaves these together to make bright bits of necklaces, earrings, or other adornments.
Jha’rhe is also efficient with a bow and arrow, learned from her father.
History: Jha’rhe was born on a clear night. Her mother Paku’we and her father Dadgut’on raised her with love and care, watching with pride as she grew into a swift and able Na’vi. However, when she was young, her mother fell ill with an infection. A few days later she was dead; her father grieved deeply, but was consoled when he remembered his daughter.
He taught her nearly everything she knew. How to shoot and how to ride a Pa’li, even smidgets he learned of crafting left over from his wife. Jha’rhe picked up on all things quickly; she had a bright and inquisitive mind, always ready for learning, and her urge to make her father proud did the rest. She grew from a young Na’vi to one worthy of their lineage, learning battle and survival on Pandora alike. The wide open plains gave her a love for riding out in the open with nothing but rhythmic pounding of hooves below her and the freedom of the air above – and with it came a passion for discovering the world. Her wide eyes grew brilliant with curiosity, and she would often travel away from her tribe to explore.
While she grew, a certain Pa’li in her tribe’s herds seemed untamable. Wild, stubborn, and distrusting, this Pa’li lashed out at his kind and his Na’vi caretakers alike. It was not until he injured another of his herdsmates when they knew they had to treat this before it grew, and Jha’rhe, who happened to be there at the time, was more than willing to take the challenge.
She stood before the raging Pa’li, who reared before her and pawed the earth, but she would not budge; the herdsmen only say that she put out her hand, serenely, as though offering a marriage. It is said that the Pa’li calmed almost immediately, and touched her hand.
Jha’rhe then named him Gerah – and the two would be bonded for life.
Jha’rhe grew. The arrival of the humans – for her – was like a dream come true.
A new species! She could hardly contain her excitement, and despite warnings, she would frequently watch from afar. They were interesting to Jha’rhe, so foreign and strange, and their mounts were made of metal and made much noise. They spoke in a foreign tongue and she became more and more curious with each passing day to know what they said to one another. Often, she would return to them, wondering when the opportunity would come to speak to one of these small creatures.
RP Sample: “Come, Gerah.” There was urgency in her voice – but that was the usual. The Pa’li craned his neck and let out a whistle, listening intently through the connection they shared. “We run far today.”
The Pa’li launched forward. Jha’rhe grinned, almost on reflex – no one knew better than her a Pa’li’s love to run, how fast and free it felt – massive cords of muscle coiling over themselves and then releasing them in a burst of strength that would carry them over the plains. She felt the open air on her face, through her lungs and through Gerah’s pores near his chest – and laughed, a chirrupy and bright sound, for there was nothing more precious to her than freedom, and she had just been reminded.
Gradually the two left her tribe behind. Her father would not have minded on an ordinary day, for she had done all she was meant to and was free to run, but now that the humans had landed – he had become worried. It had been years since the first invasion, and surely she had heard the stories of their heinous nature, but she could not see the monsters in these pink-fleshed creatures. They were small. Their voices were quiet, their limbs weak. They did not even have those metal birds that had granted them their names in the stories, “the sky people”.
They came here representing a different world. Sometimes she would be told of them wandering in Na’vi skins, but their souls and minds remained the same. She wondered often how this could be. How could one creature have two bodies? Never had she heard such a thing; was it something to be praised at its ingenuity, or something to be hated for its…atrocity? Nature could not grant two separate bodies to one being,that was impossible. They had simultaneously defied nature, as well as defiled it.
But for all that, Jha’rhe was still curious.
Her Pa’li slowed after a time, whistling from his breathing-pores. She slid back on his back to balance, and leaned forward again when he’d stopped. Jha’rhe leaned forward to stroke his neck when he finally halted, pawing the ground with his front two hooves. “Tan tan, Gerah.”
From over Gerah’s neck, she spotted once again the sights and sounds of human encampment. From here they looked as insects busy in their hive – pink flesh traveling here and there, from between their metal huts with the strange masks hung over their faces. What warnings she had heard of them, but how longingly she stared, her inquisitive nature driving her to speak, to talk, to go to them – perhaps she could find one in a Na’vi skin, and talk to them that way.
But she could not find them. The words and warnings of her father she had no choice to heed. A strange valley of the jungle was one thing, but humans were quite another – and yet promised her most grand venture. It was a thought she would not pass up easily, but one she would have to give up for now.
With a call, Gerah turned about, great hooves striking the earth before turning and galloping away.
Age: 20 in human terms
Secret Word: PM’d
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Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Race: Na'vi
Tribe: Itami
Mount: Pa’li
Jha’hre’s Pa’li mount is called Gerah. A massive creature, even bigger than most his species, Gerah’s six legs are well suited to crossing long miles without tiring, and though large and bound to earth, Gerah is surprisingly agile in forest landscapes as well. He is mainly a tawny color, but blue-tinted on all four hocks, the tip of his tail, and the length of his snout; stripes (a dark ruddy brown-red in color) cover the length of his body, and his hooves are a dark onyx. The tendrils that begin on his forehead seem just long enough for he and his rider’s comfort.
Gerah and Jha’hre are a perfect match. He is as fearless as his rider, as gentle as the soft Ewya seeds and yet as tenacious as the sleek black predators, willing and able to carry his bonded Na’vi on any journey. For his kindness and loyalty, Jha’hre returns it, spending as much time as possible with him and looking over his needs with utmost care. Together they are partners, both adventure-lusty and battle-ready, eyes open for the next fleeting opportunity.
Physical Description: Jha’hre is an average height for a Na’vi female. Having never been the sedentary sort, Jha’hre has developed a quite a physique, sleek, strong and able, which she takes particular pride in. She is blue in color as usual, with clearly striped legs and arms – whose pattern, her father frequently tells her, are exactly like her mother’s. Jha’hre’s flexible tail is always in action, restlessly twitching to and fro, mirroring her somewhat squirrely personality, as are her ears; her face is extremely expressive – smiling readily when pleased, to hissing like a viper the moment she becomes angered. One can easily tell her emotions this way; she holds absolutely nothing back, through body-language or otherwise.
Her body so far is unscarred, except for the occasional bump or nick. Like her stripes, she is told that her very build mirrors her mother’s, from the length of her arms to the form of her face to the very way she moves. Her legs well-developed from riding her Pa’li so many days. In fact, evidence of her passion for riding is apparent everywhere: riding calluses mark the insides of her thighs, where so often the back of a Pa’li pressed against them. Her stomach is well-toned from the constant movement of riding across the plains, and she frequently comes back to her tribe’s camp with sun-marks for staying out too long and too frequently.
As for Jha’rhe’s face, the bright specks that adorn every Na’vi gather near the bridge of her nose, then fall down the rest of her face like a waterfall, drenching her nose and cheekbones and just sprinkling her jaw and chin. She is round-faced mostly, but it does taper a bit near the bottom. Her ears are bigger than most, all the better to be more expressive, and are decorated with large earrings that travel nearly to the top. Jha’rhe’s eyes are brilliant amber, permanently wide – “to take in more of the world”, she says, if asked – and carry an inquisitive gleam. Around her neck lie many necklaces she made herself; she has quite a penchant for them, as well as any adornment.
Personality: Days of traveling with her Pa’li has almost made her think like one: straightforward, impatient, proud, and loud at times – she is all of these things and more. Among all, though, her most primary trait is her curiosity.
It seems to lend her a certain restlessness. She is never content to sit; she is always moving, always roving, and she is told that even in her sleep she moves about as though constantly dreaming. She has an urge to touch anything new she finds and even take it with her – to mess with it, mostly, which gives her a hobby in crafting. Many of these things she hangs around her neck, beautiful objects that she wove together with a clear artistry. Always full of energy, Jha’rhe claims herself that she rarely feels tired and that it is Ewya herself that gave her so much life – for another prominent trait Jha’rhe possesses is boasting. Impatient like her Pa’li, Jha’rhe considers those that are not adventurous as she as “lazy”, and in some cases even looks down at them. This makes her intolerable to some.
However, if there is a counter to that, it is her bravery and her loyalty. Fearlessness is an invaluable characteristic in Jha’rhe; in fact she seems almost incapable of it to a point of self-harm. Anything new to her is a wonder, not something to be wary of; and anything that seems challenging is an open invitation, for again, like her Pa’li, she is hungry for a good race. A firm believer in the spirit of her people, Jha’rhe is a courageous optimist, certain that they can overcome any obstacle…so long as they are “as brave as she”.
With this comes a very talkative personality, as her fearlessness goes beyond adventuring to simple social interactions. Jha’rhe is never afraid to say what she thinks. If she believes you are an ignorant lout, she will say so, and to your face; likewise, if she thinks you are beautiful both in mind, body, and soul, she would settle for no less than proclaiming it to the world. After many years of practice she has become persuasive with her words, an eager story-teller and a stirrer of hearts.
Once attached to another, Jha’rhe will put all of her energy into that friendship. They become something treasured and dear to her heart, and she is eager to show it, supporting them in all of their efforts with little questions asked. In her, others are bound to find a loyal and strong ally – if a little brusque, aggressive, and prideful.
Talents: Jha’rhe is most efficient at her horsemanship (or pa’li-ship, as it were). She is able to keep on her Pa’li’s back tirelessly, and has become something of a whisperer. Jha’rhe will know right away if a Pa’li is sick or ailing, and usually knows what to do to help. When in the tribe, she is often seen around the herds, helping when she can.
It is not so much a trait as a hobby, but Jha’rhe has an artistic penchant for making jewelry. Made from beautiful gifts of nature, she weaves these together to make bright bits of necklaces, earrings, or other adornments.
Jha’rhe is also efficient with a bow and arrow, learned from her father.
History: Jha’rhe was born on a clear night. Her mother Paku’we and her father Dadgut’on raised her with love and care, watching with pride as she grew into a swift and able Na’vi. However, when she was young, her mother fell ill with an infection. A few days later she was dead; her father grieved deeply, but was consoled when he remembered his daughter.
He taught her nearly everything she knew. How to shoot and how to ride a Pa’li, even smidgets he learned of crafting left over from his wife. Jha’rhe picked up on all things quickly; she had a bright and inquisitive mind, always ready for learning, and her urge to make her father proud did the rest. She grew from a young Na’vi to one worthy of their lineage, learning battle and survival on Pandora alike. The wide open plains gave her a love for riding out in the open with nothing but rhythmic pounding of hooves below her and the freedom of the air above – and with it came a passion for discovering the world. Her wide eyes grew brilliant with curiosity, and she would often travel away from her tribe to explore.
While she grew, a certain Pa’li in her tribe’s herds seemed untamable. Wild, stubborn, and distrusting, this Pa’li lashed out at his kind and his Na’vi caretakers alike. It was not until he injured another of his herdsmates when they knew they had to treat this before it grew, and Jha’rhe, who happened to be there at the time, was more than willing to take the challenge.
She stood before the raging Pa’li, who reared before her and pawed the earth, but she would not budge; the herdsmen only say that she put out her hand, serenely, as though offering a marriage. It is said that the Pa’li calmed almost immediately, and touched her hand.
Jha’rhe then named him Gerah – and the two would be bonded for life.
Jha’rhe grew. The arrival of the humans – for her – was like a dream come true.
A new species! She could hardly contain her excitement, and despite warnings, she would frequently watch from afar. They were interesting to Jha’rhe, so foreign and strange, and their mounts were made of metal and made much noise. They spoke in a foreign tongue and she became more and more curious with each passing day to know what they said to one another. Often, she would return to them, wondering when the opportunity would come to speak to one of these small creatures.
RP Sample: “Come, Gerah.” There was urgency in her voice – but that was the usual. The Pa’li craned his neck and let out a whistle, listening intently through the connection they shared. “We run far today.”
The Pa’li launched forward. Jha’rhe grinned, almost on reflex – no one knew better than her a Pa’li’s love to run, how fast and free it felt – massive cords of muscle coiling over themselves and then releasing them in a burst of strength that would carry them over the plains. She felt the open air on her face, through her lungs and through Gerah’s pores near his chest – and laughed, a chirrupy and bright sound, for there was nothing more precious to her than freedom, and she had just been reminded.
Gradually the two left her tribe behind. Her father would not have minded on an ordinary day, for she had done all she was meant to and was free to run, but now that the humans had landed – he had become worried. It had been years since the first invasion, and surely she had heard the stories of their heinous nature, but she could not see the monsters in these pink-fleshed creatures. They were small. Their voices were quiet, their limbs weak. They did not even have those metal birds that had granted them their names in the stories, “the sky people”.
They came here representing a different world. Sometimes she would be told of them wandering in Na’vi skins, but their souls and minds remained the same. She wondered often how this could be. How could one creature have two bodies? Never had she heard such a thing; was it something to be praised at its ingenuity, or something to be hated for its…atrocity? Nature could not grant two separate bodies to one being,that was impossible. They had simultaneously defied nature, as well as defiled it.
But for all that, Jha’rhe was still curious.
Her Pa’li slowed after a time, whistling from his breathing-pores. She slid back on his back to balance, and leaned forward again when he’d stopped. Jha’rhe leaned forward to stroke his neck when he finally halted, pawing the ground with his front two hooves. “Tan tan, Gerah.”
From over Gerah’s neck, she spotted once again the sights and sounds of human encampment. From here they looked as insects busy in their hive – pink flesh traveling here and there, from between their metal huts with the strange masks hung over their faces. What warnings she had heard of them, but how longingly she stared, her inquisitive nature driving her to speak, to talk, to go to them – perhaps she could find one in a Na’vi skin, and talk to them that way.
But she could not find them. The words and warnings of her father she had no choice to heed. A strange valley of the jungle was one thing, but humans were quite another – and yet promised her most grand venture. It was a thought she would not pass up easily, but one she would have to give up for now.
With a call, Gerah turned about, great hooves striking the earth before turning and galloping away.
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