Kintsugi Posted April 1, 2022 Posted April 1, 2022 (edited) BYOND Key: DanseMacabre Character Names: Coenraad Nieuwoudt, Florian Dal Farra, Iliasz Jajszczyk, Maximilien D'Amboise Species you are applying to play: Tajara What color do you plan on making your first alien character: (Color of your character; Dionaea & IPCs exempt): Cream. Have you read our lore section's page on this species?: Yes. Why do you wish to play this specific race: My admiration for the Tajara species is well-documented. It is without a doubt, in my opinion, that Aurorastation's Tajara have the highest quality lore of any alien species to ever exist in regards to SS13. There really isn't any aspect of it that I can criticize (except, of course, the fact they are cats.) - from the lore to the arcs to the characters, Taj have been a blast to interact with ingame, and I've finally come to the decision that I'd like to give them a go, in spite of my distaste for the fact that they are, in fact, anthropomorphic cats. The lore more than makes up for that grandfathered aesthetic issue, and I absolutely look forward to finally being able to meaningfully interact with it and the characters that come from it ingame as an insider as opposed to an outsider. Identify what makes role-playing this species different than role-playing a Human: In many respects, I feel the Tajara are the species most similar to Humanity. Aside from somewhat surface-level or even outright superficial distinctions centered around biology and culture, I feel the key difference between roleplaying a Tajara and roleplaying a Human is that of history - Tajara society is characterized by conflict and political extremes, and it is without a doubt that Tajara lore deals with far more adult and controversial themes than any other race on the server. To illustrate this point, I have written an autocanon-compatible short story that'll better articulate what I mean in specific: Unfortunately, the Tajara team has informed me that they do not accept short stories in lieu of character backstories or as an answer to this question. Let me just say that Tajara lore's greatest differences from Human lore and from roleplaying as a Human comes down to the vitally important societal and cultural mores of the species and how distinct and unique they are. I can say without a doubt that the Taj feel, fundamentally, the most fully-fledged and realized as an alien society. Character Name: Rrhazumar Prruzhulkanich Please provide a short backstory for this character: Quote Born in 2426 to a Njarir merchant family in Kaltir, Rrhazumar Prruzhulkanich was a seemingly-unassuming youth only scarcely interested in the haggling and hustling awaiting him in the life of a member of the petite bourgeoisie. While a Njarir, he was not of noble descent - with the Njarir his family was descended from being cast out of the ranks of the nobility for various indiscretions, forced to live as peasants centuries ago. As such, they survived the First Revolution and its aftermath largely unhampered in spite of the sack of Kaltir after the kingdom’s surrender, largely thanks to the relatively warm perception the populace of the former kingdom held towards the Njarir, in contrast with the prejudice that many possessed in the wake of the First Revolution. While his family groomed him for a career in sums and goods and transactions, ensuring the young Tajara an education few could complain about and tutoring in the worship of S'rand'marr, Rrhazumar instead found himself enamored in his teenage years by the nascent royalist underground of Kaltir. As this was years before Vahzirthaamro Azunja was released from his imprisonment, these backroom meetings were a mere shadow of what would come in the future, consisting of aged supporters of the old nobility waxing nostalgically about the merits of the old ways, reciting stories about the greatness of Kaltir’s nobility to the eager ears of a generation who did not know rule by a monarch, dangerous but seemingly pointless tales of a time that had been destroyed decades ago. These stories proved intoxicating to the young man, with unchanneled ambition bubbling within him in the wake of the stories of a time when the Njarir ruled the world, sage and glorious, and he found himself wishing he could be like them, the destroyed leaders of the near-past. Rrhazumar would spend years brooding on this dissatisfied dream, becoming a mainstay in some circles of what was, admittedly, a stagnant underground. Though not considered particularly noteworthy in most regards, his ideological conviction was irreproachable. Ironically, it was through his royalist connections his family business would grow a degree more prosperous, as many of his secret fellows would begin providing it their patronage. The stagnation of the royalist cause in Kaltir would finally take a turn for the better with the escape of Vahzirthaamro Azunja, the long thought dead and rightful King of Kaltir. Though only a very minor member of the royalist underground, Rrhazumar’s family’s wealth was an asset for the cause, and by pocketing funds from the business he managed to contribute to the printing of the proposed constitution of the New Kingdom. When the rebellion against the People’s Republic began the next year, Rrhazumar was among the Njarir ennobled (in his case, as a Petty Lord) to serve as the budding aristocracy of the New Kingdom of Adhomai - much to his family’s surprise, both because of their peasant heritage and because the young Njarir had completely failed to inform them of his political activities, including his embezzlement of the family’s funds. Rushing off to the front to serve his King and his Kingdom, the newly-ennobled Rrhazumar was rushed into command as a junior officer, a position which he served with mixed results. While not particularly talented in regards to command, Rrhazumar gained a reputation for being unyielding, following his orders without breaking for as long as possible - not necessarily a good trait, in fact, with the need to conserve the New Kingdom’s preciously limited army material. Instead, Rrhazumar was shunted into the position of an artillery officer defending the Dymtris Line. It was here that his true talents began to show, his knack for numbers and logistics from his prior career as the family bookkeeper making him a particularly effective artillery commander, maximizing the effectiveness of the obsolete battery of guns under his command. For years the Petty Lord would serve at his post, gaining a reputation for ruthlessness and stubbornness as well as dogmatic support for his superiors. It was only eight years after the rebellion that his lot in life would change, when the People’s Republic overran the Dymtris Line. With orders to hold out for as long as possible, Rrhazumar ordered his men to man the guns - until a PRA counter-barrage hit his position’s artillery magazine, vaporizing his command and sending him into a brief coma. When he awoke, he awoke extensively disfigured - though much of the damage was superficial, the New Kingdom’s capabilities in regard to reconstructive surgery were extremely primitive. Unable to continue military service (in a way that would end a few years later regardless), the Njarir struggled to integrate into civil society. While a noble, he was nevertheless landless, and the rest of his family had been estranged from him ever since his embezzling of family funds following his sudden departure. Wearing a primitive tin facial prosthetic, Rrhazumar spent some time drifting, searching for a new purpose in life - and found it, once again, with the Kingdom. In the wake of deepening ties with Human corporations and the realm, the New Kingdom’s diplomatic service was growing rapidly. His ascension to the organization was not without some apprehension - his disfigurement proved a sore point. At the same time, his ideological conviction and loyalty to the crown was beyond any reproach - and while not particularly intelligent, a degree of cunning alongside these traits proved to be sufficient to see him instated as diplomat in the service of the kingdom and sent to a consular officer’s post in Human space, working with the megacorporations that may prove to be the economic future of the New Kingdom of Adhomai. I understand this backstory may be somewhat ambitious, but nonetheless the idea and concept has intrigued me for some time. Some things might need adjustment - the "peasant njarir" thing in particular I was told may be a point of contention, because the lore I based it off of might not be entirely accurate. The Petty Lord status may also be inapt, and a prince might be better. What do you like about this character?: It's always hard to put into words what draws me to a character and to a concept. What I'll say is that I think the backstory I've written here illustrates a well-rounded individual, with unique flaws, strengths, and traits. He's invested into his worldview and his society and has a stake in the world as a whole. This, I feel, is a dynamic and well-realized character, and I think I'll enjoy getting that character into play as such. How would you rate your role-playing ability?: Frankly? I'm not going to give this question a straight answer. I've always felt that it's a stupid one. It either encourages you to fake humility and say something modest, or to outright boast, or gloss over the question altogether. You want to play a fun game? Go through accepted and denied applications and look for ones that say they're 8/10 - I didn't say that for no reason. It seems that this number more than any is listed as a gauge of one's own roleplay quality, and I think this is part of the aforementioned phenomenon. Here's what I will say: When I roleplay, I try my hardest, and put as much effort as I can muster into roleplaying to the best of my abilities. For those who wish to see my masterpiece, below is the short story. Spoiler Desks and Backroom Dealings: The crackling of the presidential office's fireplace was thing in the world Al'Mari could hear. It was late in the evening, and outside the window a gloomy, sunless sky was giving way to a frigid night, one which would inevitably give way for an equally frigid day. There was much on the President's mind. His reforms, slow to implement and yet vital for the success of the People's Republic - the only way to end alien and corporate influence on Adhomai - were embattled by detractors within his own government and by the very forces that he sought to limit. Even more worrying was the so-called "New Kingdom of Adhomai", the most substantial rebellion the Republic had seen in its entire history. Half a continent had arisen against him, lead by a scion of a dynasty so many had thought extinct - exterminated to the last soul. Not so, it seemed. He sighed as he twirled the fountain pen between his fingers, focusing on focusing on nothing in particular. Clearing his mind was what he needed. There was nothing he could do at the moment - his orders had been issued, and now he was simply waiting for the results. Al'Mari had been giving orders his entire life, and he found that it suited him. Destiny could not be controlled, but he felt that he could certainly influence it. An entire planet was at his beck and call, and it had been for decades now. Even then, there were things bigger than him. It would be difficult to dislodge the aliens. Human capital had been invested on his world for decades, and profit was a great motivator for retaliation. After all, it was profit that had seen the Great War come about in the first place - Humans supplying the revolutionaries in the hopes that they'd open the door once the Steeple was annihilated. They were quite right, but the time drew closer to shut it. Once the Humans were out of the picture, his destiny, while still awry, would have one plotter removed from the game. All the better for him. The President sighed again, though he was interrupted by a knock at his door. He beckoned in his secretary, a svelte M'sai who curtsied politely as she stepped into the room. "Commander-in-Chief Nated is here for him, His Eminence." she said, demurely. With a nod of his head, the secretary stepped back out, and the male M'sai entered. Standing up, Al'Mari knew Nated was exactly who he needed to see. His most trusted confidante and loyal general knew all of his plans, and had developed the strategy for addressing the royalist rebellion in Kaltir. Halkiikijr came to a stand-still in front of his desk, looking at him after a curt nod. "President Hadii. All is well, he hopes?" his general asked, already knowing the answer. "Hardly, Halkiikijr." Hadii replied, with a scoff. "But that is nothing new." The M'sai smirked coyly. "Indeed. The good news is that the Royalist first-line defenses have collapsed. His forces should retake much of what they control shortly. From there, it should be an easy march on Kaltir." Al'Mari stepped out from behind his desk, walking to stand face-to-face with the soldier who had served him for so long. The Njarir placed his hands on the M'sai's shoulders, and embraced him fiercely, kissing the man with sudden gusto, a gesture reciprocated by the general. Al'Mari and Halkiikijr had been together for decades, their love secret and hidden from the world. Adhomai and their species was not yet ready for it, but that was well enough. Now was the time for them. It had been difficult at times, yes, but they always managed. "What about Tufir? Is it true? They have joined forces with the rebels?" He asked when they finally broke apart. "Yes, his love, it seems so." Came the words from the M'sai's mouth, disdainful and cool. "His scouts have been observing. They are together." It would have been a relief to Al'Mari if it hadn't been such a dangerous twist. Tufir Nazzirai had been a pain in his neck for years, the PSIS bodyguard's constant attempts at courtship proving to be a true nuisance. Once Al'Mari finally lost his patience and demanded he stop, Tufir snapped, deserting his duties in the face of his unrequited love. It seemed now the Zhan was in the company of his old lover, Vahzirthaamro Azunja, the rebel king. Al'Mari remembered meeting the handsome Njarir so long ago. It was on his yacht in the bay of Kaltir that they spent three days together, feasting and enjoying one another's company. The sunset had brought out the orange in his fur so well, and they enjoyed the Njarir delicacies of coconuts, easily crushed by their massive Njarir jaws, and llazsaggnya together, cut off from the world. He could remember how the prince smelled of Zhan peasant blood, and how horizontal his pupils were, a sign of good Njarir breeding. He loved Nated dearly, but the man could not compete with Vahzirthaamro in regards to pedigree. It was a beautiful weekend together, but it was not a romance to last. Even now, years later, he could remember the prince's voice, shrill and phlegmatic. "The Zhan pit should be filled! The Zhan are like vermin, it is the only solution!" "The pit should never be filled. It is too dangerous, and Zhan are good for certain things, like killing presidents, and crime!" The argument went on like that for hours. In the end, it proved to be too much, and they had to part ways. It is a great irony that Tufir had ended up in the arms of the very same Njarir, who had broken up with him over his anti-Zhan prejudice. Al'Mari suspected that Vahzirthaamro only took him in to get back at him. Pettiness was a genetic condition for the Njarir. As was dry earwax, though that was likely unrelated. The voice of the spry spritely svelte sporty salacious slim scintillating saucy sharp silky M'sai brought him out of his memories and back into the present. "He promises, Al'Mari, we will catch him. They cannot worry about it any further. There is more on his plate for him to deal with than a single Zhan." "Promise me, Halkiikijr. When we catch him - I want him alive. For the Zhan pit. It is where he deserves to be." "He promises, Al'Mari." Hadii wrapped the general in warm hug once more. Everything was going to be okay. He knew it. He and Nated would be the first gay married Tajara, and the stupid Zhan would be thrown in the pit. They were going to always be together and live happily ever after. He would never have to turn his gun off stun. "He loves them, Halkiikijr." he said, as the dusk turned to night. Pretty good, right? I just thought I'd flesh out the world a little bit. This is autocanonical, after all. Thank you for reading. Edited April 14, 2022 by DanseMacabre
WickedCybs Posted April 1, 2022 Posted April 1, 2022 I was a little unsure for this application until I read the short story that was in the spoiler. I have no real doubts anymore, Danse clearly understands the lore to its fullest extent and provided an excellent elaboration on why Nated had to attempt his coup no matter the odds. Hopefully you apply for deputy once this is accepted.
KingOfThePing Posted April 1, 2022 Posted April 1, 2022 While I was baffled, angry and seething at first (because that's just who I am), I have given it a read. I am honestly not surprised, that you have drawn inspiration, regarding sentence structure and the even the general gist, from Disco Elysium. It is a bit blatant, but we can let that slide, I think. It only enhances the application after all. I think you hit it on the spot, honestly. I considered something similar for my deputy app, but as Alb, I was also just too afraid to touch such a subject. I think for that alone you should be accepted.
MattAtlas Posted April 1, 2022 Posted April 1, 2022 He apologises for his incomplete understanding of the syntax and grammatical rules, and spelling of words, of the Tau Ceti Basic language, as he speaks a language that is, in fact, not Tau Ceti basic, which is most likely evidenced to them, the reader, who is most likely a homo sapiens sapiens, unlike him, a tajara sapiens sapiens, by the fact that the Tau Ceti Basic he wrote this sentence to them in was syntactically and grammatically incorrect and contained spelling errors, and probably assumed to be Tajaran as the structure of his sentence corresponds to the stereotypical faux bad Tajaran attempt at Tau Ceti Basic known to those of their species who speak Tau Ceti Basic. What was their immediate and precise location when Hadii, a great Tajaran hero who led them to victory and frequently idolized by teenagers, young adults and adults of our species for the purpose of having a strong leader with which to rely on and finally feel safe at home with their country being in good hands after a very long period of admittedly incompetent noble rule due to many factors such as corruption, manslaughter, murder, racial tension, racial discrimination that they may call the 'Njarir period', also known as 'The Pre-Revolution Adhomian Kingdoms', was killed? He, personally, was at his place of residence, assumedly a house built with materials such as, and in no particular order, brick, mortar, plaster, copper, iron, glass, wood, plastic and concrete, consuming a processed n'fri-hi based, savoury snack with a dry, crispy texture and coated with cheese-like flavouring as a fine powder, known as the 'N'frito', when his telecommunications device, in this case either a landline bluespace phone, a hardwired device connected to an extranet network (usually running in bluespace) for the propose of transferring his voice with no latency to places a distance from my home that would otherwise be too far for the recipient to hear, or a mobile telephone, which works on a similar principle to the bluespace phone however uses bluespace waves anywhere from 600 to 6000 THz, depending on one's country of residence and extranet service provider, to transmit one's voice, produced a sound, as it is designed to do, to alert him to the fact that there was a person using their own extranet device in an effort to contact me. The individual, whose voice was transmitted to him through the extranet device the individual reading this text imagines the aforementioned individual to be speaking to him through (most likely determined by the reader's age, as there has been a close to linear decline in households with bluespace telephones since approximately 2450), spoke, assumedly in the same language that he was speaking, and said to me, "Hadii is kil", which the reader is likely to assume was in him native language as it also contains poor grammar, syntax and spelling. This sentence informed him that the Tajaran hero known as Hadii was kil. This shocked him, as he enjoyed being under the great leadership of Hadii, a fine example of the geniuses his species could produce. This is evidenced by his inability to say more than a single word in response to the news of the leader's demise. Unable to fully articulate the intensity of my feelings or thoughts regarding the shocking news that was just communicated to him through the telecommunications device I was holding, he said a single word that reflected these inner processes and captured the essence of his disbelief that something so important to him had ended: "no".
Butterrobber202 Posted April 1, 2022 Posted April 1, 2022 I live in fear of this post in every waking moment.
Lucaken Posted April 1, 2022 Posted April 1, 2022 Due to the insurmountable amount of damning information Danse has compiled about my person (five imgur folders, sixteen different round-chat logs and two 'mappies' voice channel recordings), I am being forced to give my +1 for this application. Please do not take this post and any other ones made by me that relate to it as serious or reflective of my real opinion on user 'Dansemacabre'. Danse, if you're reading this, please release my family. I'm sorry I called your human deputy application 'larp', I really didn't mean anything by it, it was a dumb little joke.
YourDaddy117 Posted April 1, 2022 Posted April 1, 2022 I've known Danse for a long time and I have to say that he would make an exemplary Tajara player. He's been not only a massive furry since I've known him, but also a staunch communist. These ideals form the backbone of Taj lore and Danse is the ideal player. Infact I'm sure within a month's time he'll have alb's position as head Taj dev and server commandant. Soon a glorious new age will dawn and the sun of our new empire will forever shine on the server. All who oppose the new order will be crushed and their bones used as the foundation to build a new future unrestricted by the infantile minds and weak hands of the current regime. Soon all will know our power as we rise from the ashes like the glorious phoenix!
Bear Posted April 1, 2022 Posted April 1, 2022 You know, I have, for ages now called Danse out on being a scalie. And this is okay, because scalies are really just furries. Like everyone who posted above here. That is why, after looking through this questionable story, after much debate, I will tentatively give this a +1. However, that said, I do have a few questions. 1) How will opening up about your furry status impact your long standing with the scalie community? 2) Do you intend to die your first character's hair the same neon green as your new (And wonderful) pfp?
Wigglesworth Jones Posted April 1, 2022 Posted April 1, 2022 Brilliant writing, Danse. You really captured the spirit of Tajaran lore in this - the M'sai secretary is like a character you'd find on the station itself. I do have some concerns with your application, however. 1. Why haven't any of your characters had a romance arc with mine? I play good characters. Any good roleplayer would have already - are you not a good roleplayer? 2. You didn't elaborate enough on the relationship between Al'Mari and Vahzirthaamro. When did they start dating? Who decided to break up? I find it lore inaccurate that Vahzirthaamro would have been against the Zhan pits, seeing how the New Kingdom of Adhomai invented several new slurs to use against them. 3. An 8 out of 10? Really? How big is your ego? Considering the fact that you both refuse to date my characters (as stated in point one) and play women, I don't know if I can corroborate that. I'd give you a six, at most. 4. I don't appreciate the numerous death threats you have made against me. Yes, I have harassed you relentlessly for lore feedback about Vysoka. Yes, I may have stalked your social media accounts. Yes, I may have cut the breaks in your car. I still don't deserve this. See? I have over twenty logged instances of this. What gives? Not cool, man. For all of these reasons, I have to give a neutral vote.
NewOriginalSchwann Posted April 1, 2022 Posted April 1, 2022 I didn't read a single word of this application. +1 good role player.
Gem Posted April 2, 2022 Posted April 2, 2022 LET CHAOS REIGN FREE also he likes rain world which i also like so immediate +10000000 upvotes!!1!
thebest_player757 Posted April 2, 2022 Posted April 2, 2022 I've known Danse for awhile, I don't think there's any doubt about his roleplaying abilities. I give a +1
Alberyk Posted April 3, 2022 Posted April 3, 2022 As much I enjoyed reading this great piece of fiction, unfortunately, we only allow characters backstories. If you want to continue with the whitelist, write a character for it; the other answers are perfectly fine.
Kintsugi Posted April 3, 2022 Author Posted April 3, 2022 (edited) 5 hours ago, Alberyk said: As much I enjoyed reading this great piece of fiction, unfortunately, we only allow characters backstories. If you want to continue with the whitelist, write a character for it; the other answers are perfectly fine. I see. I'll begin working on a character backstory immediately instead of making it up in-game. Meanwhile, I would recommend considering accepting fanfiction stories as a fair alternative to backstories, so more wonderful stories such as this can come to be made on Aurora. Edited April 3, 2022 by DanseMacabre
Kintsugi Posted April 14, 2022 Author Posted April 14, 2022 Updated. Sorry if it's not up to par, I wasn't in a great mood when I finished this.
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