Rillis/ThorrynApr 16, 2016Apr 16, 2016 at 10:24 AM
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@Faerbreena
Ja’ranji Kabus aka Ja'ranji
Race: Khajit
Class:Nightblade
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Marital status: Single and looking
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Physical description:
Personality: Ja’ranji is a quiet, and soft spoken khajit, her eyes always seeking the faces and hands of those around her, a habit she picked up while working. She doesn’t trust people who sit very still, experience having taught her undead are dangerous but immobile for long periods of time. She often bathes in clear brooks when she knows she is alone and wonders about others of her kind. She once thought about mating, but her intended told her she wasn’t experienced enough and left her moons ago. Ja’ranji travels extensively, her hunger for new things insatiable and dangerous, as she has little fear of death and seek to experience everything.
Likes:
-massages
-drinking
-learning new fighting techniques
-men and women
Dislikes:
-things that smell badly
-children that are unsupervised
-drunken idiots
-undead that are mindless
Strengths:
-Combat techniques
-holds her tongue
Weaknesses
-poison makes her nauseous
-sometimes overtaken by a condition
Background:
Ja’ranji Kabus was born under the Suthay-raht sign, her dark fur and stripes blending well as she learned to hunt and play in Reaper’s March. Her family was small and traveled often, her mother a dancer and her father a tinker, her only known sibling was a small male-child, barely 6 lunar cycles old. One night their encampment was attacked by bandits, the parents attempting to fight off the interlopers, while she and her brother ran and hid. She does not remember the last time she saw them and so is haunted by the images of fire and the knowledge that she never went to look for them as she was captured. She was sold into slavery shortly thereafter, but escaped with the help of her own coloration.
After years of serving a high elf, he was attacked one evening by a creature of the night that wielded fire and blades, it’s glowing red eyes bright in the darkness. She ran, and played dead, her fear dissipating and her curiosity taking over after a short while. The high elf she found, cold and dead, drained of blood, the keys to her manacles amongst his belongings. She left, taking only a pair of matched daggers, going back to the old encampment, her hopes not high.
There in the moonlight only the shreds of the small tent her father had pitched, the horse and cart gone, she knew not where. In her grief, she called out and was grabbed by something large and hairy, it’s sheer size overwhelming to the young khajiit. She was carried and dragged despite her attempts to free herself to an altar, where she was told that her sacrifice could be changed if she were to in turn find a worthy one. She agreed, trembling with rage and was immediately bitten, and felt a rush of power she had never felt before. The rest of that night until dawn was a blur of bright colors and motion for her.
It took Ja’ranji several years to learn to control herself, and so she keeps to the outskirts of towns and tries not to friend too many people, her fear for their safety in her mind. She has discovered the luxury of the baths of Wrothgar and the dry sandiness that is the A’kir desert in her travels, but she always returns to Reaper’s march, fruitlessly looking for her kin. Though she had once wanted a mate, she has come to terms with her own inability to control her rage and does not think she will ever find one. She occasionally tarries with someone for a while, but after a few months disappears into the night, her dread of hurting them keeping her moving on.
Ja’ranji Kabus aka Ja'ranji
Race: Khajit
Class:Nightblade
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Marital status: Single and looking
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Physical description:
Personality: Ja’ranji is a quiet, and soft spoken khajit, her eyes always seeking the faces and hands of those around her, a habit she picked up while working. She doesn’t trust people who sit very still, experience having taught her undead are dangerous but immobile for long periods of time. She often bathes in clear brooks when she knows she is alone and wonders about others of her kind. She once thought about mating, but her intended told her she wasn’t experienced enough and left her moons ago. Ja’ranji travels extensively, her hunger for new things insatiable and dangerous, as she has little fear of death and seek to experience everything.
Likes:
-massages
-drinking
-learning new fighting techniques
-men and women
Dislikes:
-things that smell badly
-children that are unsupervised
-drunken idiots
-undead that are mindless
Strengths:
-Combat techniques
-holds her tongue
Weaknesses
-poison makes her nauseous
-sometimes overtaken by a condition
Background:
Ja’ranji Kabus was born under the Suthay-raht sign, her dark fur and stripes blending well as she learned to hunt and play in Reaper’s March. Her family was small and traveled often, her mother a dancer and her father a tinker, her only known sibling was a small male-child, barely 6 lunar cycles old. One night their encampment was attacked by bandits, the parents attempting to fight off the interlopers, while she and her brother ran and hid. She does not remember the last time she saw them and so is haunted by the images of fire and the knowledge that she never went to look for them as she was captured. She was sold into slavery shortly thereafter, but escaped with the help of her own coloration.
After years of serving a high elf, he was attacked one evening by a creature of the night that wielded fire and blades, it’s glowing red eyes bright in the darkness. She ran, and played dead, her fear dissipating and her curiosity taking over after a short while. The high elf she found, cold and dead, drained of blood, the keys to her manacles amongst his belongings. She left, taking only a pair of matched daggers, going back to the old encampment, her hopes not high.
There in the moonlight only the shreds of the small tent her father had pitched, the horse and cart gone, she knew not where. In her grief, she called out and was grabbed by something large and hairy, it’s sheer size overwhelming to the young khajiit. She was carried and dragged despite her attempts to free herself to an altar, where she was told that her sacrifice could be changed if she were to in turn find a worthy one. She agreed, trembling with rage and was immediately bitten, and felt a rush of power she had never felt before. The rest of that night until dawn was a blur of bright colors and motion for her.
It took Ja’ranji several years to learn to control herself, and so she keeps to the outskirts of towns and tries not to friend too many people, her fear for their safety in her mind. She has discovered the luxury of the baths of Wrothgar and the dry sandiness that is the A’kir desert in her travels, but she always returns to Reaper’s march, fruitlessly looking for her kin. Though she had once wanted a mate, she has come to terms with her own inability to control her rage and does not think she will ever find one. She occasionally tarries with someone for a while, but after a few months disappears into the night, her dread of hurting them keeping her moving on.
Edited May 25, 2016 at 06:38 PM by 0
RaccoonismApr 16, 2016