Lord Fowl's Unathi Application

[LordFowl]

BYOND Key: Lord Fowl

Character Names: Zultar Karjei, Maximus Crane, Ka'Akaix'Krull K'lax, Two Birds Beaks Together, HI-47 MkI, various cyborgs and AIs.

Species you are applying to play: Unathi

What color do you plan on making your first alien character (Dionaea & IPCs exempt): Sandy brown.

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

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Please provide well articulated answers to the following questions in a paragraph format. One paragraph minimum per question

Why do you wish to play this specific race:

tabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabIt is my utmost desire to experience the full extent of racial diversity that our server presents, and Unathi are the natural progression in this regards. Originally I disregarded Unathi and Tajara as little more than furry races, but upon reading Unathi lore I found a complexity that I did not expect. The Unathi strikes a most particular character that is most distinct in its nature. This is a culmination of their culture and history.

Identify what makes role-playing this species different than role-playing a Human:

tabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabThe Unathi is to me singular in the nature of their history. While their culture serves as the typical spartan offshoot, the nature of their history suits me quite well. They come from a homeworld that is at its very base destroyed, perhaps even beyond repair. Their situation is at its most base quite fucked. This provides a most unique situation to base your character off of. The biological distinctions of the Unathi are ultimately inconsequential compared to the stark contrast of their nature versus their situation. A proud race of culture forced to live in utter destitution inspired by nuclear warfare. While not an uncommon archetype, I find it to be very compelling still.

 

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Character Name:

tabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabK'orzga Rakhir

Please provide a short backstory for this character, approximately 2 paragraphs

tabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabThe nature of clan dominance in Unathi culture is always one of military supremacy - the most dominant clan is the most pervasive and capable in terms of combat. Theirs is the clan of honour and acclaim. However, this accepted, it becomes clear that not every clan can be this most dominant. The very nature of this system of dominance mandates that some clans will inevitably be menial in nature. That is not to say that their disposition is that of service, nor is it to say that their warriors do not act with honour and lethality. Rather, it is acceptance of inevitable fact; the machine of war needs be fed constantly in both literal and a-literal terms. Ever since the conclusion of the civil war that preceded the domination of the Third Hegemony, the clan Rakhir has satisfied this role. Once the smoke from the feud between the Honoured Alliance and the Izweski nation cleared, the Rakhir clan dutifully filled the gap of resources caused by the desolation of the war, acting as a conduit in the growing nerve system of the Third Hegemony, distributing their tithes to their clanlords and doing their service in building the glory of the Izweski nation. Upon the culmination of this Moghes-spanning glory, they settled firmly into the trade of aquaculture, producing massive quantities of fish for their liegelords.. Under these conditions, in the year 2421, the one known as K'orzga Rakhir, son of his father, was borne under favourable conditions - clearly indicative of the good-will the ancestors bore for him. With his brethren he oversaw the operations of his clan, under his father. The hatchling Rakhir had grown to the formidable age of twelve by the time the first alien crafts probed onto the Moghes surface, and while the Rakhir clan did not directly encounter the foreign intrusion, the ripples that alien presence caused were still felt. The tide of foreign technology eventually passed over the Rakhir clan - passed over because these staunch traditionalists refused the breach of custom that these energy devices threatened - and for a short time the Rakhir clan experienced a period of normalcy, despite alien intrusion. This normalcy was shattered when K'orzga's father became terminally ill, and passed on to the ancestors. His eldest brother took the seat of Rakhir, and the care of his father's mate. This shift of power was interruped by the explosion of tension that would develop shortly after the first colonist launch's failure. K'orzga's brother, his clan-master, allied his perspective with the other staunch traditionalists. After the success of the colonial endeavour in 2438, he joined them in their Coalition, seceding from the Izweski Hegemony through force of arms.

tabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabAs fighting escalated, it become inevitable that the Rakhir clan would need to deploy its forces to assist the coalition. K'orzga and his kin were distributed across the fighting force of the Coalition. K'orzga himself was assigned to a bomber team, performing navigational duties for strikes on Izweski supply lines. By June of the first year of conflict his squadron was performing bombing runs on supply lines as distant as S'th. While Coalition ground forces were decimated by Izweski breacher troops armed with energy weapons, K'orzga and other bombers faced difficulty mostly only in anti-air weaponry which typically defended entrenched positions. As the war progressed the air-front shifted back and forth. While K'orzga's operations in the later war typically centered around supply lines outputting from the city of S'th, his duty involved his squadron in two distinct pushes for the city of Ma'ha'rem; however both operations ultimately failed. K'orzga's bomber vessels typically employed high density incendiary explosives, designed to irreparably damage ordinance and to indiscriminately clear auxiliary settlements that could possibly be providing support for Izweski forces.

tabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabIt came to be then that on a fateful January morning in the year 2439 that K'orzga experienced the latter wave of the first round of nuclear demolition. Unaware of the destruction of Da'ha'den, his squadron was flying reconnaissance over Baandr when K'orzgr witnessed what he would later describe as a 'bright flash over the horizon, followed by a massive explosion singular in that it was completely without noise.'. For a long moment, his bomber flight continued along a normal flightpath, before suddenly being hit with sudden extreme turbulence. As a wave of sound washed over the aircraft the turbulent wave caused the bomber to flip over mid-air. Within a mere moment they were plunged into a rapid downward spiral, accompanied by stark cacophony accentuated by the previous moment of soundlessness. The sudden change in altitude caused K'orzgr to black-out before he could reach respiratory gear.

tabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabAwakening among the debris of his broken aircraft, K'orzgr stumbled to his feet. The air around him was filled with thick smoke and burning embers. The scent of incinerating fuel was distinct. Ultimately, the crash would have been totally fatal had they been operating a bombing run - the payload would've detonated within the bomb-bay, causing the entire plane to be destroyed. Even so, K'orzgr was unable to locate his fellow sky warriors amidst the debris, and was forced to quickly egress from the crashsite. Perched on the foothills of the long coastal mountains, K'orzgr could see nothing of what would in later years be named "The Wasteland". Even so, he felt a slight tingle to his skin that penetrated beneath his scales. Turning his back to the mountains, and facing the debris once again, K'orzgr had little choice but to move on. Despite the calamity that had just occurred, the full extent of which he did not yet realize, he had to face the fact that there was a war going on. In these contested zones the destruction of his squadron would have been noticed, and hostile forces could very well be inbound. It was imperative that he arrive at Baandr, for from there he could path across the mountainrange and arrive at Coalition territory - in particular an airfield some distance West of the Baandr gap. Traveling quickly under the brush, he stayed away from the rather empty roads. Despite the recent disasters, the entire world seemed perfectly still. As day began to break, K'orzgr took shelter in a shallow alcove in the rocks, peering outward suspiciously, gaining no rest throughout the long day. By the time night fell once again he was already traveling, and by morning he had arrived at the outskirts of Baandr. The city was crawling with displaced Unathi. Hordes of shattered clans surged at the city's walls, possessing nothing but the clothes on their backs. More than K'orzgr had ever seen, and even more were pouring in from the gap, fleeing from whatever lay beyond those skypiercing mountains. He hesitated for a moment as he saw Izweski soldiers filter the horde, rejecting far more than they accepted. He then scampered through the brush, entering into the mountaingap. As he approached the western plains, dust began to fill the air. At first only in moderate amounts, but soon blinding waves of dust scoured across the rockfaces, and against his scales. He ripped a piece of cloth from his robes, and tied it across his snout, and another around his eyes. Bursting at last from the wave of refugees he finally arrived at the western plains, a fertile region where much of Izweski herding and been done before the war. Gazing upon this once verdant scape, he saw only desolation. Dust and wind scoured at bare rocks which had once been adorned by layers of sod and grass. The burnt husks of trees stood weakly against the ravaging winds. Far in the distance thunderclouds rolled, distinct in their sickly green colouring. For a moment K'orzgr faltered, before proceeding towards the location of the Coalition airfield, some miles west of his position. When he arrived it was completely empty. He made his way to the command post, where the transistor radio was still barking orders, garbled by radioactive wind. "Arr-bzzzt-eld Baandr, r-bzzt-loy to Res'ka-bzzt-. Airfield Baandr, redep-bzzt- Res'karum". Res'karum was miles to the northwest, and nestled deep in another range of mountains. It was not a trip K'orzgr could make alone. Departing the command center, he looked around for any supplies or ordinance, and was sorely disappointed. As he prepared to leave once more, he reached a conclusion. Whatever had happened, it was clear the war was over in its traditional sense. The Coalition was completely abandoning the S'th front, the push for Ma'ha'rem and from there Scalamar. It was more imperative to him then that he find his clanhome, Rakhir. It lay to the northwest too, but far from the mountainranges. It was somewhere across that burning plain, where once stood mighty forests and ran glorious rivers.

tabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabHe traveled for days, resting during the heat of the day and traveling amidst the cool of the night. Some days he could not travel a foot because of the scouring dust storms, and some days it was clear as glass, though the horizon was always shadowed by the ominous thunderclouds. Some days the roads were empty, and some days they were packed with surges of refugees. He passed by abandoned villages, their huts still warm with the pulse of life, but completely devoid of any inhabitants. By the week's end vehicles began to appear. They patrolled the roads, impeding bands of refugees, stealing them away at gunpoint. As time passed the villages K'orzgr began to pass stopped being simply abandoned, but looted also, stripped of valuables by foreign hands. Corpses began to be a more common sight, some stricken down by that strange tingling radiation that permeated the air, but more and more stricken down by bullets and knives. Still, he traveled forwards, until he reached the river Ka'zzir, where once his clanfather had taken him to hunt the forest-killer, dreaded beast of wild lands. Once mighty and great, the river was reduced to nothing more than a trickle. Debris both natural and artificial dammed the river. Shattered cliff-faces and huts swept away by the raging winds ensured the river would never run again. On its distant banks there was no life. Where once had been verdant canopies and deep forests, there was nothing more than burnt stumps, continuing for miles and miles. The bridge that lead across the water was shattered, its stone edifice crushed by overwhelming force. Of the city beyond, he could see no trace. The horizon appeared to disappear. Crossing through the charred riverbed, he climbed the bank and looked for a way to progress, through the incinerated brambles. After many hours of circumnavigation, he arrived at a lofty hilltop, which ascended above the torn brush. He ascended, and at its peak saw before him nothing but destruction. Where once his clanhome had been, the many villages which pulsed around massive aquaculture pods, there was nothing. Rather, there was something, but that something was defined by its lack of anything. The entire city had been wiped away, and in its place stood a simple crater. It was smaller than K'orzgr would have expected. Turning away, he departed from the tomb of his ancestral home.

tabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabTry as he might, he could not set himself upon the path of Guwandi, for though his clan-honour had been wiped and his home destroyed, he felt a strange optimism. Though his kin had passed from the mortal world, they had not passed from existence - surely they now safeguarded him amongst his spirit ancestors. Even so, he began to face the realization that he could not stay in Moghes. There was no thing left for him here, nor any thing left at all in most cases. While the shattered remains of the Coalition he had once honourably served scavenged for even the barest morsel of sustainable land, K'orzgr sought egress from Moghes altogether, an opportunity which was granted in the summer of 2441. He became a planetary navigator for a bluespace shuttle service, and from there escaped into the wide galaxy. Working on their shuttles, it was inevitable that K'orzgr would come into contact with NanoTrasen. He worked upon various vessels and stations, running navigation, communication, supply, and etcetera. In the year 2444 he was given an opportunity he could not refuse - selected as part of one of NanoTrasen's 'diversity programs' publicity stunts, he and hundreds of others were given the opportunity to receive advanced schooling. Halfway through this process, in the year 2448, the remaining students were given in-depth medical screening. It was there that K'orzgr discovered that due to large buildups of radiation in his system it became likely he would develop a terminal concentration of cancerous cells in the near years. Despite this impediment, he concluded his schooling in 2452, and returned to NanoTrasen work in the year 2454 in positions of elevated authority.

What do you like about this character?

tabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabThe character resounds with me. I feel inspired to play as him. There is little else to say on the matter - his nature suits me well.

How would you rate your role-playing ability?

tabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtabtab10/10 would roleplay agaib

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Notes:

Edited February 19, 2016 by Guest

[Guest Marlon Phoenix]

This is the best whitelist application I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Your creativity and grasp of the species are extremely impressive. You not only understand the Unathi, but you've an understanding of what it is for Unathi to be Unathi.

I'll keep this open to allow feedback, but at the moment I am extremely eager to accept the application and keep it as a standard of quality.

[LordFowl]

Thank you very much for the feedback. I found the Unathi lore you wrote to be extremely interesting and compelling, and could not help but integrate it into my application. I'm sorry that I did not abide by the two paragraph rule, but I was rather tired when I wrote this and forgot about it.

Edited February 19, 2016 by Guest

[Thesir]

I think I've only had very rare interactions with your 'borgs, but I agree with Jackboot in saying that this is a fine piece of work. I'm glad to hear that the unathi lore completely changed your opinion of the race, and am impressed with the thought that you put into even just the cultural distinction between unathi and humans.

Although your biography does surpass the two paragraph suggestion, it allows me and others to see that you do indeed have an intimate understanding of your character's past and some of his behaviors. It may not be a "perfect" application, due to its verbosity, but it is certainly a piece of literary art of the character stories variety. It's clear that you felt very inspired by the lore and the species, and although there is not a particularly strong indication of how you intend to play the character of an unathi here, it is profoundly evident that you have a deep respect for the material which has been provided, and I refuse to believe that you can't be trusted with the whitelist for unathi, as well. You definitely get my approval.

[Owen]

Haha, I found an issue with yours.

10/10 would roleplay agaib

Insta-denied bro.

But to be serious, wow... This is by far just the most work I have ever seen be put into an application before. Based on the backstory of your character alone, I would say this could be accepted right away. You clearly understand the Unathi lore and are able to create very... VERY extensive stories with the lore you are given.

I have roleplayed with a few of your characters, they have all been pretty good experiences. Nothing too bad coming from it. I would be greatly disappointed if you didn't get the whitelists as you put so much effort into it.

Definite +1

[Guest Marlon Phoenix]

I am always open to having guidelines or rules (on the lore) bent or bypassed if it's done in a creative, compelling way. An application over 2 paragraphs that's an incomprehensible mess or a giant block of words would be a detriment to it, but when it's in a way that tells a story that further shows the player's understanding and investment in a character, it serves as a net positive.

It might be subjective, but to me it is more fair to enforce the spirit rather than the literal meaning of the guidelines I make.

[Thesir]

Of course. I wasn't saying anything negative about this particular instance of a longer application biography. I just meant that longer isn't always better, as you already said.

[Guest Marlon Phoenix]

Application accepted.