[Accepted] Snoopy11 Tajaran Whitelist Application

[Snoopy11]

BYOND Key: Snoopy11 ; Formerly Electric Kitten.

Character Names: Danielle Bluttenhatten, Danica Bennett.

Species you are applying to play: Tajaran.

What color do you plan on making your first alien character (Dionaea & IPCs exempt): A light grey, close to what the old default colors were.

Have you read our lore section's page on this species?: I have read the lore, and found it a nice evolution from the old/Bay lore where the slavemasters was an unexplained plot-line that suddenly vanishes into thin air.

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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: I’ve played this race since their inception several years ago, and it’s been a fun experience server to server. Even created some lore, and even some of the lore that’s out there is close to what I had in mind also. Generally it’s fun to play as someone else, as something else.

Identify what makes role-playing this species different than role-playing a Human: The need to follow a different line of thinking, a different way of dealing with things. Generally I play Tajara who are meaker, or rather those who obey- like the original background to the species. To disobey an order, you don’t get angry and shove back, you get creative and sly with disobedience, should there be any. Plus the mechanics of having to speak in third-person, and rolling Rrrrs gives you more to think about.

 

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Character Name: Layla Al'Khalid

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

Layla of the Khalid line isn't anything special, born as the only child to two loving parents. School days as a child, consisted of a long walk to the academy where they were taught the usual curriculum of mathematics, sciences, Common, ET. A typical Tajara, state funded place of learning. Admittedly, she had issues going and attendance was never her spotlight. There were other fascinations in her life, her father; A man who fixes a range of things, a man of utility. Cars, computers, gadgets. A man who to her, seemed to know it all. She was the embodiment of 20 questions, always so curious wide eyed, wanting to fill that big head of hers with all that he could teach. Even though privacy and safety, was rare, there was a feeling of peace and safety working with her father. A place she could lose herself into the world of how things work, put together. How to make, break, and fix.

Several years go by, flashing past quicker and just as quietly. 17, so young and yet old enough to practically be an adult. The education of her peers, father, and establishment bred a fine young, yet, always turned inward mind with a fascination of everything. Once in a life time chances always rare, but ever sought, a place, a scholarship offered at the engineering college of Nazira. She was reluctant, going so far away from friends and family put her out of her personal bubble; that personal space all have where they feel the most comfortable. Yet, if she were to go, the opportunity to learn from great minds, inventors, fixers, thinkers! The possibilities. It was with that, a talking from her greatest teacher, her father, encouragement from her peers and mother that she was finally pushed over that reluctant bump, off she went to further learning.

Graduation, celebration, the feeling of accomplishment as one finds themselves bestowed with title and certification. Yet even so bestowed the path for the future was unclear, she had not the consul of her father to think further ahead, advice was wanted; should she work for a big company? Or take further part in the family business. Was it not her dream to one day teach her father many new things? Sometimes dreams, must remain dreams. Her home bereft of her parents, dust , furniture, and pictures the mementos left behind; they had been taken by the secret police of the republic.

Hours turn into days, and days into months as her fruitless search for kin goes with very little success. Her finds dwindling as well as the hope in her heart that she will ever see them again, if at all alive. Her skillset lacking in the finesse of business and sociality, the family business slowly falling through the floor as she fails to pull in the customers, never, for the lack of technical skill. She will soon lose the place she was born, nurtured, and taught within. The same walls she found her passion for all things made.

However even when things begin to look down, when everything seems to end at the spiral in the depths of the abyss, a silver lining appears, a way out, one though she wouldn’t prefer. A kindly man from Nanotrasen, at the behest of her college tutors, offering her a position as an apprentice engineer aboard their space-going vessels, and their orbital facilities.

Despite the years passing, and her certification to full engineer successful, she still seeks her missing parents to this day.

What do you like about this character? The personality, Layla is a very introverted, or at least quiet character who will get on with her work without being interruptive. It's the idea of being known by face and kind actions, than being a socialite who needs to speak to everyone. The engineer who works in the background, always at the scene, fixing whatever is broken with a quiet smile upon her face. And also the fact that she's easily exploitable to those big ol' mean antags. They can use the missing parents link. Oh boy.

How would you rate your role-playing ability? Pretty decent, though I have a bias for myself.

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Notes: The story above is truncated, due to me getting carried away in the re-creation of the character's backstory, I will put it in a spoiler below should anyone wishes to read.

War is hell for everyone involved, people fighting for what they believe is good, taking what they think is rightfully their own. Lives brought to ruin over the sound of distant gunfire and the everyday fear that your number gets pulled, yet despite this, when so often an occurrence, this becomes the norm.

Though a small village, Khasastroma benefits off being an arterial route into the big, thriving town, north, the city of Nazira where ever alien technologies integrate with Tajara. If you cannot afford to leave, then you let lie and live your life as best as you can make it; the happier moments enjoyed more, the sadder remembered solemnly. Khasastroma is such a place, building and growing from it's close source of wealth and technology; yet so close to the border where conflict and issue is taken upon that violence is only but a breath away.

Layla of the Khalid line isn't anything special, born as the only child to two loving parents. School days as a child, consisted of a long walk to the academy where they were taught the usual curriculum of mathematics, sciences, Common, ET. A typical Tajara, state funded place of learning. Admittedly, she had issues going and attendance was never her spotlight. There were other fascinations in her life, her father; A man who fixes a range of things, a man of utility. Cars, computers, gadgets. A man who to her, seemed to know it all. She was the embodiment of 20 questions, always so curious wide eyed, wanting to fill that big head of hers with all that he could teach. Even though privacy and safety, was rare, there was a feeling of peace and safety working with her father. A place she could lose herself into the world of how things work, put together. How to make, break, and fix.

Several years go by, flashing past quicker and just as quietly. 17, so young and yet old enough to practically be an adult. The education of her peers, father, and establishment bred a fine young, yet, always turned inward mind with a fascination of everything. Once in a life time chances always rare, but ever sought, a place, a scholarship offered at the engineering college of Nazira. She was reluctant, going so far away from friends and family put her out of her personal bubble; that personal space all have where they feel the most comfortable. Yet, if she were to go, the opportunity to learn from great minds, inventors, fixers, thinkers! The possibilities. It was with that, a talking from her greatest teacher, her father, encouragement from her peers and mother that she was finally pushed over that reluctant bump, off she went to further learning.

This place of teaching was a fantastic time for the curious Tajara, her mind filled and bombarded constantly by questions and answers she constantly sought, teachers alike pestered for clarity of mind they typically had and willingly shared to the bright eyed small Tajara. It's safe to say, this period of time was one undertook with greater and greater amounts of enthusiasm. Speaking to human, Tajara, Skrellian peers. One where her Common became better, though with it's thick accentuations and stuttered pronunciations became slowly better.

Graduation, celebration, the feeling of accomplishment as one finds themselves bestowed with title and certification. Yet even so bestowed the path for the future was unclear, she had not the consul of her father to think further ahead, advice was wanted; should she work for a big company? Or take further part in the family business. Was it not her dream to one day teach her father many new things? Sometimes dreams, must remain dreams. Her home bereft of her parents, dust , furniture, and pictures the mementos left behind; they had been taken by the secret police of the republic.

Hours turn into days, and days into months as her fruitless search for kin goes with very little success. Her finds dwindling as well as the hope in her heart that she will ever see them again, if at all alive. Her skillset lacking in the finesse of business and sociality, the family business slowly falling through the floor as she fails to pull in the customers, never, for the lack of technical skill. She will soon lose the place she was born, nurtured, and taught within. The same walls she found her passion for all things made.

However even when things begin to look down, when everything seems to end at the spiral in the depths of the abyss, a silver lining appears, a way out, one though she wouldn’t prefer. A kindly man from Nanotrasen, at the behest of her college tutors, offering her a position as an apprentice engineer aboard their space-going vessels, and their orbital facilities.

Despite the years passing, and her certification to full engineer successful, she still seeks her missing parents to this day.

[AWPen]

+1, good Tajara player, know this from a long experience with him. Will make a good edition.

[hivefleetchicken]

Your description of how you plan to play your character when things get hostile is one of the best I've seen so far. Obedient, and sneaky with her dissidence when some does arise. This is exactly what we need more of.

Your backstory includes the minimum of "war is hell" that I ask for in taj apps, so if no one's got anything crazy to say about how you're evil and eat babies, this application is accepted.

Please bear in mind, however, that I unfortunately have no wifi and I can't process this whitelist myself. I'll try to get someone else to do it so that you don't have to wait too long.

Cheers and enjoy the filthy catbeast RP.

[Snoopy11]

Your description of how you plan to play your character when things get hostile is one of the best I've seen so far. Obedient, and sneaky with her dissidence when some does arise. This is exactly what we need more of.

Your backstory includes the minimum of "war is hell" that I ask for in taj apps, so if no one's got anything crazy to say about how you're evil and eat babies, this application is accepted.

Please bear in mind, however, that I unfortunately have no wifi and I can't process this whitelist myself. I'll try to get someone else to do it so that you don't have to wait too long.

Cheers and enjoy the filthy catbeast RP.

 

Thanks a bunch, I don't really play the cat people to be a human with ears and a tail. It's all about enjoying the different style!

Hopefully I may be able to influence a few others to play the same, never straight up hostile.

[Guest Marlon Phoenix]

I'll be processing this application after Hive pinged me; sorry for the delay.