Cylean's Tajaran App AKA: About that 40 Page App I owed ya

[Camellia]

BYOND Key:

Dantzy

 

Character Names: 
In order of most recent activity;

William Volvalaad - The delightful foreigner.

Nietzsche - The dreamer of electronic sheep.

Samsara - The walking statement.

Terra Zhou - The wild-eyed optimist.

Eleanora Rose - The cursed traditionalist.

Valery Weiss - The enigma.

 

Species you are applying to play:

Tajaran - Njarir’Akhran

 

What color do you plan on making your first alien character:

Cream colored, 205, 175, 149)

 

Have you read our lore section's page on this species?:

:Yes:

 

Why do you wish to play this specific race:

As a writer, I feel the cold-war era of humanity is generally slept on in the sense of, it always goes hot but, what if it never really went hot besides the four bombs that were dropped? That's the type of character I want to play, someone torn between the love of his species and his obligation to the State so they may reap the wheat of collaboration with NT bourgeoisie that exploit the world, in-between the Proxy Wars of '62 and onwards.

Another reason why I've been interested in playing Tajaran is that, I haven't even remotely played an alien of any type in any RPG thing besides space elves or something similar. I feel the three way ideological cold war in tandem with me wanting to do something unique with this character would be something memorable for I.

 

Identify what makes role-playing this species different than role-playing a Human: (One Paragraph minimum)
The thing is though, what makes them different? Well, for one, they are of distant, royal blood of a long desolated kingdom that was overturned in a deadly revolution ala The October Revolution of 1917. Humanity enjoys modern tech while most Tajarans enjoy a merger of current day tech and modern tech with even some cold war designs with the PRA being vaguely socialistic in order to remain control and act as the "guiding hand" for the tajaran people.

Furthermore, one should know that, they are ALIENS, they evolved into four (maybe five) different subraces or, ethnicities with unique traits. The Zhans being aggressive and warrior like while the Njarir are blue blooded - royalty. They've all grown differently in accordance with what they are as an ethnic background with the added angst of general racism for the Zhan were blamed for Al'mari's death due to the aforementioned aggressive tendencies. It's the caste/race issue that sets them apart from humans, as well as the innate biological physiology that again, sets them apart from any normal Bieselite/Elyrian.

 

Character Name: 

Tavarr Batov

 

Please provide a short backstory for this character:

"They don't have furrr, they arrre not Tajarrran,"

"They arrre not Tajarrran, Tavarrr"

"What arrre they?"

"Worrrrry not, Holy S'rendarrr prrrrotects."

The above is the earliest memory Tavarr recalls with his mother. Born only half a decade before the Great Revolution, Tavarr grew up with his family who were of Njarir ilk. Cream was the color of fur they had and they maintained a birthmark, one might say that resembles the blessed Sun that the Tajaran people worship though it holds a dark reminder, a reminder that he was born during the time of the Darkest Eclipse, a social curse that only his family shares and, most importantly, a mental one.

To know their child would possibly grow up cursed, to grow up being evil, was something they could not live with and at the age of nine, Tavarr met his first act of critical harvest, the demise of his father who had fallen during the war to aid the common people against their despotic warlords yet, rumors say he committed suicide on the battlefield.
So the rumors say.

Tavarr would never know why he did it, he would know that during the war, those who had fallen would be praised in the Revolution to increase morale, he'll never get a response and but his mother, his mother knew though she would never share such an answer, he was too young to know and so, this went on for years.

It was only a few years after this did Tavarr come into contact with a woman, a firebrand he would later recall.  The woman was an archeologist, tasked with communicating with Adhomai Academia once the war had been won over by The People and, so they did. Tavarr would spend his early adolescence attempting to understand Ceti Basic after seeing his life around him change.

The childhood for the Tajaran was rough. The village was poor yet it was renowned for its ore veins that were rich in silver and gold, making the village nothing more than a lowly mining town to be exploited. It was the Monarchy, he thought, the aristocrats, that were taking his wealth and never distributing back, to the people. They were on NT's payroll only a few years and, to know that they, his, people, were exploiting him, this fueled him with great resentment and when he was able to, he joined the great revolution as a sapper.

It was the skills set of him being a shaft worker that allowed him to excel. To dig and hide in mud and grime was natural to the young Tavarr. Every explosive, every life taken was for Adhomai, for the Revolution! These were the thoughts that had coursed through his mind and so he fought to the bitter end. 

Through rationalizing that his so called cursed birth was actually him being gifted to the people of Adhomai so he could help with the liberation of his world, to free it from despotic ire, is what he used to fuel his acts in between bouts of adrenaline and even doubt. Tavarr did what he did for the Glory of Adhomai and so, Blessed Suns Be Saved, he would do it.

It was on the trenches he learned a passion, to examine and disassemble weaponry, this is what gave him respite. It was one of the few passions he had, outside of games of Farehal and Mahmrro on a makeshift field that was often torn up by stray artillery shells every so often by the royalist forces. It was between the ritual of setting up a new field, one without craters, he thought back on the Terran woman who had appeared before his village with an entourage of who he thought were NT personnel after dwelling on it.

 

"New crrrreaturrreess.."

"The Humans.. Rrriidde, them."

"They do?"

"Interreessting..."

 

Tavarr had served with the Confederacy with duty and glory. To blow up the enemies of Adhomai, the artisocrats, was his greatest duty, the inflated ego only grew more inflated once a shipment of xenoflauna had arrived - they were horses. Seized during a raid on royalist forces, the confederacy employed what we'd call "Dragoons." It was with saber and rifle in hand they charged into battle, Tavarr carrying his equipment to set down explosives for his allies.

Motioning their hand over to their sheathe, Tavarr drew it and let out a mighty cry,
"UUURRAA!"

That was the cry spoken as they drew their saber and charged the infantry line, seeing a cream colored Tajaran in his gaze, he drew the blade and slashed them where they stood as they panicked, running their hand to a pistol they had in a sheathe. Red ichor had scattered the field as the cavalary division broke the enemy line, galloping while reinforcements arrived, machineguns in hand. Tavarr looked behind him and saw a bannermen charging ahead, rallying allied forces for a final push against the monarchists.

During the battle, Tavarr felt a sharp pain along his shoulder - he was shot and off his horse. Calling for help, a chirurgeon met his gaze. They were of Zhan descent, of Zhan blood, and so with their rudimentary health care, Tavarr was dragged away from the battle as allies took charge, finally routing the monarchs so the Confederacy could finally press on against the monarchy.

It was when he was resigned in the bed, he met a man, described as a reformed royalist Hharar.

"Wounded on the field?"

"Mmm.."

"Forr how long?"

"This one does not know."
"Name?"

"Ahem worrrks fine."

Ahem Kah’nrir, the man who would later be his superior only a few decades later was next to him in the infirmary following a minor injury in the war. The two remained idle as they discussed a book that was in the works with fanatically folly. Told he must "wait till the war" was over was he was told during the time they were stuck in the infirmary.

The duo had gotten along well, both fanatically about the people, his, people, the fate of Adhomai. They were both resolute in their cause for the self-dependence of their people. Countless hours did they spend together, recalling war stories, acts of glory, his brief stint as a dragoon and how he struck down a loyalist. They reveled in the glory of fighting for Adhomai and in few years time, they would find out that the Confederacy had won out, Adhomai was free but there was more horror to be found, soon. 

Members of the Confederacy defected and so with that, he defected to join not the Confederacy but rather, the Hadiist movement.

However, thanks to Ahem's connection with Al'Marii and his glory as a cavalry charger, Tavarr would be appointed as an instructor at a military academy that had been rebuilt after the war thanks to the establishment of a functional government that could finally rebuild the broken and shattered war. It was only after the end of the war did he find out that his mother had died.

Tavarr cursed the Sun and Moon and with that, he doubled down on his nationalistic pride. To enforce a degree of untold discipline, "Spartan level Discipline," this was it! His chance to show that his mother dying and that he was blessed, not cursed, by The Maw.

 Tavarr worked his applicants to death.  Charged with training a hundred Tajarans in the way of cavalry charging and sapping, he did this was cruel efficiency. There would be no weakness, no fault, there would only be success and failure.

Tavarr, by now, had begun to suppress his childhood for delusions of grandeur had over taken him now. It was the military, to study the militaries of other civilizations, to understand how they work, the cultures, the art, this is what made him stand out compared to other instructors. Tavarr wasn't just an instructor, he was cultured in a sense he analyzed everything, his brilliance was unmatched yet he was not tested, not yet.

The trainees were cut from a hundred to only twenty five now and with a smaller course, he began to study xenos weaponry created by humanity. Plasma was effective, this one thought. It burned through flesh, purging the degeneracy that stood before him with little to no resistance. This division of twenty five, twenty six if counting Tavarr were educated, brilliant and were trained to think like him.

During wargames with other divisions in training did he collect more than what was needed. Records on the other officers who would take part in the wargames, the villages and regions they were raised in, they all culminated in the creation of profiles on how they acted, their mannerisms in war, that sort of thing. Deeply analytical and detached he was only for it to be brought on by immense paranoia.

 

"Al'Marii has fallen!"

"Some pppretender holds himself as the sole guarrrdian of Adhomai!"
 

The months following the death of Al'mari, great chaos and agony was once again present on the world. Ahem and his cadre had defected with the aid of other sympathizers who believe in Supreme Commander Nated claims to being the rightful leader of Adhomai and it was during the ensuring chaos did Tavarr and his own cadre of fifty (after laxening up slightly on milestones at the behest of the leader of the academy) did they defect with other cadres defecting in turn soon after.

The elite division and the other defectors quietly left via truck under the guise of a surprise wargame simulation out in their usual spot and with that, they quietly left. Some knew why this was done, some didn't want to question it for Tavarr had brought up a rather volatile aura that had surrounded him and non dared question his authority, these were his glory days and now, they were going to run dry.

Immediately, the cell had regrouped with the proposed coordinates of Ahem's division and with great joy, they returned a hug and spoke at length about their events. It was during this time, however, did the seed of Ahem's System, the so called the Nririan System, take root in the heart of Tavarr ad combined with his innate nationalism and pride, he followed it without falter. 

 

Clock is close to midnight

Immediately, the division of thirty took center stage in the southern parts of Ras'nrr. It was here did the knowledge regarding xenos tech and his fascination of the xenos, the humans, mainly, took shape. They were all degenerate and disgusting yet, intelligent and resourceful. Tavarr knew that it was gree, and desire that pushed the species and with his knowledge regarding xenos tech, he was assigned a position within Ahem's Cadre as a member of his personal R&D division. 

Often was advanced, PRA tech often seized and in tandem with attempts to reverse engineer technology from the PRA, he developed weaponry, chemical sciences and other techniques but all for Ahem Kah’nrir. It was in the war in the north did Tavarr subject prisoners to cruel and debased treatments, bordering on torture, for science! That was he said to rationalize.

Overtime, did Tavarr feel less and less control over his workers. They were given erratic and insane orders from "High Command" to complete maddening milestones, to see how much pressure they could take under water, how they could utilize missile designs to explode more effectively, it was a division of psychopathy and loyalism, essentially, a death cult that worships the clearly deceased Al'Mari.

Though to people of the junta, he had worked on, a few designs, It was in the barracks did he create an early version of a hydroponics tray. The Garrison would proceeded to use it to grow food and herb, generally though, due to the mania of Ahem, he this diet was supplemented by pure oats, meats were rationed out. Clearly, the level of discipline that Tavarr had preached during his glory days that were long since passed over.

The Junta had been what was a nightmare but, he could do much. It was however, during the later years of The Revolution, did they finally reach a breaking point. Research in a virus that would be deployed, a virus that could also break through the material gasmasks were made of. It was by then that Ahem was constantly sidelining Tavarr.

This is what brought him torment. The project would be funded and established and all he could do was watch from the sidelines as he received progress reports. Tavarr had conducted cruel experiments in the name of glory for Adhomai yet, this project, this virus, it was different. It was awful, agonizing, even. The project was nearly completed, he couldn't be sidelined anymore.

No one would know how or what happened to the paperwork and virus sample though one thing was certain, that part of the facility was burned and so Ahem was awaken in the middle of the night, enraged by the news.  Countless work and research, gone, by who? It was this that fueled his paranoia, his schizophrenia.

No one would suffer no more, no one would have to go through what others had went through and so the clock was pushed back and hour.

It was only an hour later was he called to Ahem's office and as Tavarr made his way over, he felt fear. The Tajaran was patted down and stripped searched. There was no way he could take control of the Junta, no, he had to rely on his loyalty to Ahem, to gaslight the schizophrenic was what must be done and so he did.

His heart paused as he opened up the door and set his gaze not on officers but fellow scientists, engineers, and of course, soldiers who Tavarr had recognized in the past due to their assignments at the facility. The silence that had consumed the room once the door closed was all too consuming and so they remained in silence until Ahem had finally broken it,

"Tavarrr," had the first the first words spoken by the Junta leader, his heart sinking moments after.

"This one has discoverrred that your facility had been burrrned to the grrrround, rrrresearch lost."

"- Do you have any idea as to why this had happened?"

"No, this one has no idea why this had happened, our facility workerrrs were vetted, clearly it had been the worrrk of an infiltrrraitorrr."
"This one sees, Tavarrr, our guarrrds had a list of worrrrkerrrs responsible, can you verrrify these names?"

The leader had passed a list over to Tavarrr and looked it over, he saw the names were those of the Tajarans in the room. He realized, he needed to let someone die, a choice that now, would haunt him forever. Reading the list he called out a name and Tavarrr cited his previous violations within the facility and, in a sudden bout of action, the unthinkable happened.

Leaping out of his chair with unparalyzed speed, the leader withdrew cables from his pockets and with those cables, he choked the dissident right there and then, before Tavar. The scientist begged for help but none came. The Tajaran died right there and then and the only thing Tavarr could think was disgust in himself now.

The meeting was adjourned, another facility was to be made and it would be blamed on a mistake during an experiment. The erratic behavior only got worse now and with his history in mind, he, Tavarrr, took it among himself to leave Adhomai. Home was now a personal Hell for him and, for any weaker man, one might've ended their life then but, during his own twelfth hour, in a time of much needed strength he recalled his history as a hero and as a hero, he did great things during The Revolution, so what was it he was supposed to do?

Save others where he could not, amend for his sins and hope that, in a time where there was no longer any war, he would lead Adhomai into a time of great prosperity. It was then, behind the scenes, that he preached his own manifesto that only he would follow. Manipulative collaboration was a core tenant. To have the galactic stage be dependant on the Tajaran people. Tavarr would be an exemplary  figure head on Tajaran growth and so, with the few dozen years he had left, he secluded himself in his studies.

"Rrrecall former glorrry.."

Tavarr recalled his previous memories as a hero. It was these memories that gave him the fuel to press on. Tavarrr would recapture these memories and he would double down on his greatness, to show that, he wasn't a criminal by any means. Tavarr was a man who was unable to do much against these ultranationalists and so, he sought a way out.

The only way he could be discharged was to be medically discharged so, he ended up shooting himself in the (literal) foot during a live training exercise, portraying a false mental breakdown, from the stress, he said, The incident was of course, covered up, a local war hero who prioritized masterful discipline going mental? Wouldn't be acceptable in this Junta and so, he was excused.

He couldn't bear to see Ahem so he requested a new assignment, at Shastar City. This would be the only escape he could manage and, perhaps through an unspoken mutual agreement, Ahem had signed off on the paperwork for his relocation. Veterans rest, is what he would be given and with that, he was escorted to a new residence and given a new assignment. 

The new assignment was a sign to blossom and hopefully, preach his new manifesto to the Tajaran people once he had outsider backing. The assignment itself however, was simple, to deconstruct PRA vehicles and see how they work, to reverse engineer everything he was given, he was now, at home. This new task had only lasted a few years and after displaying his hydroponics tray design to others was he finally able to win others over.

Coming from an erratic and insane Junta did no favors, he had to prove himself and he did just that. Now he felt his name was associated with humanitarian aid, no longer was he associated with unhumanitarian activities, he was sidelined, used, and most importantly, lied to. These rumors had most certainly been hinted at it due to his mannerism, his boisterous personality, the aura of pride that glowed off of him like S'rand'marr herself, they contributed against his stigma as a bystander but rather, a man who was forced nearly at gunpoint to do what was required of him though, you'd never see him decry about how the xeno was bad and to never be trusted, he simply simmered down, an important distinction that would continue to channel his views on Tajaran supremacy.

 

"Exile.. It takes my mind again."

Despite the armistice being signed, despite the wars more or less ending and a cold war now beginning, he felt hollow. Tavarr was a middle aged Tajaran with not much to his name. They were renowned by colleagues who were fascinated with the death cultists in the north. He could've written a book, further downplaying any activity he had there but, after dwelling on it.

Perhaps, it would be best to have the past be put into the ground and forgotten and so, he continued to build up his record as humanitarian aid worker in tandem with brilliant minds comparable to the ones found in the clutches of the Peoples Republic and so, with that, he sought a proper escape from his world.

"Tavarr will return,"

-- this is what he said to himself every so often once he had dreamed of leaving Adhomai but Adhomai wasn't just a home, it was a home to his hoorors so, after making his way to Crevus, effectively leaving his home away after displaying his record as a scientist with credentials and, after convincing his colleagues, references for employment with a company.

NanoTrasen
 

What do you like about this character?:

For one, I feel like roleplaying a character with a lot more angst than normal, tragedy, even. Tavarr was given a bad hand and he realized this so in spite of that, he spits on the hand and says he will overcome it and, so help him, he will overcome it. Tavarr is a tajaran who realized he did bad and he needs to cope with that and so this is his journey. 

One hero, one fallen hero and now, a risen hero.
 

How would you rate your role-playing ability?
I would say...

Rather well.

Edited December 10, 2020 by Cylean
Finished it.

[Camellia]

Uh, my hand slipped and browser sperged out, submitting it early, will quote this when I'm done.
E:

Fixed

Edited December 10, 2020 by Cylean

[Alberyk]

Great application, but I have a few remarks and questions to do.

While I can get confusing, Tajara is used for singular and multiple cases of the species, Tajaran is an adjective. Tajarans is not a thing. But that is not really an issue here

The horse part is a bit confusing to me, because Adhomai already has creatures that can be used as mount, but I suposse that would be possible since alien powers were helping the rebels and would be seen as something exotic, but would not likely continue after the first revolution.

Anyway, some questions before I can make a decision:

What Tavarr thinks of the other two factions, the PRA and the NKA?

What are Tavarr's plans in Tau Ceti? Is he after something?

[Camellia]

1 hour ago, Alberyk said:

The horse part is a bit confusing to me, because Adhomai already has creatures that can be used as mount, but I suposse that would be possible since alien powers were helping the rebels and would be seen as something exotic, but would not likely continue after the first revolution.

Horse part, yeah, I can get why but I felt it would be fitting to call back to a WW1 vibe, that and it was written that these exotic yet fast steeds were sent in to show that collaboration with the greater galactic stage has brought great benefits to the people of Adhomai.

I'll answer the most easiest one, the NKA, they see them as nothing more than the royalists he killed in the war, that and that he praises Al'Mari so he doesn't like anyone from the Kingdom, at all, he's ran through how they exploited them as a child, along with the fact that, a soldier almost killed him.

Moving on, the PRA is a complex one, originally, they absolutely despised them due to Ahem's indoctrination though after his mania and again, near death, they've realized the fanatical death cult he was effectively aiding so now, I would say, mixed, only because it reminds him of his horrid past. It would depend on the views expressed by the PRA citizen in question honestly. Tavarr will however, always see royalist supporters as evil.

1 hour ago, Alberyk said:

What are Tavarr's plans in Tau Ceti? Is he after something?

So Tavarr's in Tau Ceti is basically, a thing of egoism and how he tries to show others that he's great, he wasn't a war criminal, he's the new Al'Mari. Tavarr wants the species to integrate into the community as one whole people. The fighting, the wars, the new proxy wars now, it's weakening his people so he wants to build and develop his people on their terms like he did in the past as a young lad. Integration but without disgrace.

Coupled with the fact that he's witnessed untold horrors on Adhomai, he wants to leave it in the past and returned when he's a stronger and more influential man so he can help his people and realizing his talent, he decided to pull himself by the birches and empower his people by acting as a beacon to show that the people of Adhomai aren't people you want to exploit, something I, personally, feel is pretty empowering

[Camellia]

21 hours ago, Cylean said:

Horse part, yeah, I can get why but I felt it would be fitting to call back to a WW1 vibe, that and it was written that these exotic yet fast steeds were sent in to show that collaboration with the greater galactic stage has brought great benefits to the people of Adhomai.

I'll answer the most easiest one, the NKA, they see them as nothing more than the royalists he killed in the war, that and that he praises Al'Mari so he doesn't like anyone from the Kingdom, at all, he's ran through how they exploited them as a child, along with the fact that, a soldier almost killed him.

Moving on, the PRA is a complex one, originally, they absolutely despised them due to Ahem's indoctrination though after his mania and again, near death, they've realized the fanatical death cult he was effectively aiding so now, I would say, mixed, only because it reminds him of his horrid past. It would depend on the views expressed by the PRA citizen in question honestly. Tavarr will however, always see royalist supporters as evil.

So Tavarr's in Tau Ceti is basically, a thing of egoism and how he tries to show others that he's great, he wasn't a war criminal, he's the new Al'Mari. Tavarr wants the species to integrate into the community as one whole people. The fighting, the wars, the new proxy wars now, it's weakening his people so he wants to build and develop his people on their terms like he did in the past as a young lad. Integration but without disgrace.

Coupled with the fact that he's witnessed untold horrors on Adhomai, he wants to leave it in the past and returned when he's a stronger and more influential man so he can help his people and realizing his talent, he decided to pull himself by the birches and empower his people by acting as a beacon to show that the people of Adhomai aren't people you want to exploit, something I, personally, feel is pretty empowering

Addendum:

I also wanna include things I left out on the outline,

The redheaded lady, she was actually going to be a core reason why he believed collaboration but without disgrace was beneficial as she would've ensured the Tajara population were hopefully healthy but they were going to be killed by the royalists to instill fear, left out because this backstory is dark as is.

Another thing, with the horses, they were going to serve as part as a reminder of what collaboration but, again, without disgrace, would offer to the Tajara people.

I was also going to include a few chapters on the whole democratization of the Republic and how he found Democracy a bit weak after leaving Adhomai due to the struggles its caused, think some Stockholm Syndrome in a way though he does respect the whole, what the Tajara people can achieve on their own terms, sentiment which is what I've been going along with. 

There are likely a few *much more* minor things I've forgotten but I believe I've gotten my views on everything down here.

Edited December 12, 2020 by Cylean

[Alberyk]

On the horse question, it is not really the best example when you consider that technology and other more modern benefits would likely be a better gift than animals not adapted to Adhomai. The Tajara have creatures that serve as the same role as horses anyway. But, it is really a minor detail that does not affect the whole picture.

Anyway, application accepted.