Post by Aralay on Jan 29, 2007 21:08:53 GMT -5
Your Name:
Username: basilisk
Display name: Aralay
Other characters RPed on DRA:
None! I will, however, try out for Brom whether or not this is accepted. If he is not taken, that is. If my character doesn't get accepted, perhaps I would try for Solembum or the Watcher. The chance to try out for a werecat is just too good to pass up.
character:
Name: Aralay
Age:
The actual age of a werecat is a tricky thing to discover. They do not age as other creatures do and will not willingly reveal their age to anyone. Perhaps if one were to impress one of these creatures, they may be inclined to offer this secret as a prize. All one would have to do is succeed in answering a riddle of the cat’s choice. The only problem remaining? Their age usually is the answer. You didn’t seriously expect a cat of any kind to give you a straight answer, now did you?
For appearance purposes, Aralay appears to be in her twenties in human form and still young and nimble in cat form.
Gender: female
Race:
-Werecat (these being extremely rare, I will only accept three total: Solembum, the Watcher, and one other with an exceptional profile and reputation)
I guess I have my work cut out for me then. Lol.
Allegiance:
Independent, but is more likely to assist the Elves or the Varden than Galbatorix.
Werecats, especially the Feral type, serve no leader. In times when werecats were numerous, they would be loyal only to a village Elder. Civil werecats would even serve a human. Now there are simply not enough werecats to form such alliances. A werecat is loyal first and foremost, to itself.
Description:
Before judging a werecat by its appearance, one must know a few things about this curious race. First, a werecat is by no means a human that can shift into a housecat. A werecat is more like a wildcat that can shift into a human. Second, there are two types of werecats: Feral and Civil. Civil cats have lost much of their wild nature from living among humans for too long. Third, on average, werecat males are 7 feet tall in human form and werecat females are around 6 feet 9 inches. This holds true unless this form is undesirable or if they are a Civil cat. Civil cats tend to be much smaller than their Feral counterparts. Fourth, werecats’ eyes come in only three colors: gold, green, and blue. Blue eyes are the least common and are more commonly shown in the Civil breed. Fifth, even in human form, a werecat retains its feline nature. This means that it will have sharp feline teeth even in human form. Civil cats, however, tend to have much flatter and more humanlike teeth than the Ferals. Pointed ears are not uncommon for a werecat in human form, though it does not appear in all subjects. Sixth, a werecat’s cat form is far from being a housecat. Werecats, especially Ferals, are far larger than an ordinary cat, though Civils tend to be smaller to suit their domestic lifestyle. Seventh, a werecat’s claws are retractable no matter what the breed. Eighth, werecats have abilities far beyond that of a human. They have heightened senses, speed, strength, and agility. They may not be able to outrun a shade, a flying dragon, or a Ra’zac, but anything else would be hard pressed to catch a werecat. Ninth, the last of the laws of werecats, werecats are loners. These are the nine traits that are always applicable to any werecat, anywhere. Just like the nine lives cats are supposedly blessed with.
And now, I have the esteemed honor of introducing Aralay, the werecat. First, Aralay is a representative of the typical werecat and so all traits apply. Second, she is a Feral werecat, though her mother was a Civil. Third, in human form, Aralay is around 5 feet 7 inches in height. Fourth, her eyes would give her away anywhere. Aralay’s left eye is blue, while her right is gold. Fifth, in human form, she has the common pointed teeth of a werecat and slightly pointed ears, though not nearly as distinct as an elf’s. Sixth, Aralay’s cat form is comparable to that of a medium sized dog. Seventh, her claws can be mistaken as sharp nails in human form, but once you’ve been cut, you won’t be making that mistake again. Eighth, Aralay has all powers of a werecat, which may sometimes be a burden. Strong smelling herbs in particular can have an adverse effect. Ninth, she has always been a loner with few friends in her life.
Knowing all this, you cannot help but wonder about the rest of her appearance. The information you have been given must have caught your interest, or you would not be here, reading this for more. Well then, I shall oblige you since you appear to have the impossible curiosity of a cat.
Should you ever meet Aralay and somehow manage not to recognize her by her eyes, there are several other features to identify her by. In cat form, she would appear as a larger than normal, golden tiger cat. She has rather beautiful reddish-gold stripes along her back and tail. This is transferred to her human form in her hair. Aralay’s hair is always fluffy because it is actually fur. It reaches to her shoulders and is the same gold as her cat form. The reddish stripes are not visible as such, but appear as a few off-color strands, especially in the area framing her face. Aralay is rarely seen in a dress and would be offended if told she must wear one. Her usual garments consist of plain, deerskin pants and leather boots, a flowing white shirt, and a leather vest worn over it. She always wears a silver chain necklace, which is visible in both forms. This is the werecat Aralay.
Personality:
Aralay, being a werecat, has a complicated personality. Cats are aloof and can be cold, and the werecats have inherited this trait as well. Yet, she is extremely intelligent and enjoys excitement; though she is not whimsical and will rarely toy with a lesser being just for her own amusement. When bored, she tends to do what all werecats do in that situation: sleep, hunt, or wander.
Aralay despises the King and would not assist him for any price. She does not, however, support the Varden, because in her opinion, their methods are “far too noisy”. On the other hand, this cat would gladly run to the elves if they ever called for help. She respects their reverence for nature and all mythical creatures.
Aralay is accustomed to danger, as the werecats did feud over territory; when there were enough of them to have territories. Because of this and her catlike personality, she can be ruthless and merciless in a fight. Beware a cat’s grudge. And her mind is like a prison without a key. Strong walls stand between anyone who would try to invade this sacred place.
However, should you manage to gain her trust and forge a friendship, you would have a fierce and loyal friend. A cat’s loyalty and love is far greater and lasts far longer than any grudge they may hold.
History:
Long ago, the Alagaësia was much different than it is today. Werecats thrived and controlled vast territories. Aralay’s mother, Aelotia was a Civil who had left her village to marry and start a family with Khadante, Aralay’s father. As Aralay’s father was a Feral, she was born into the Feral world. Ferals are wanderers by nature and were a nomadic people. They lived in “traveling villages” and could pick up and move their homes along with them. Their main diet consisted of meat and their clothes were made from the skins and furs of the animals that the meat had come from.
Ferals answered only to a village Elder, who could be male or female. Kits were trained for battle regardless of gender. Nevertheless, female elders were rare because few would give up the chance to have a family and kits for the dangers of constant battle. When a kit became of age, they could choose to be a healer, warrior, or gatherer. There was never room for lay-a-bouts who had no useful role in society. Ferals were almost always in war over territory, so raising a family was hard. Because of this, kits and mothers were very highly valued. They were greatly respected, almost as much as the Elders. The Feral life was a hard one indeed.
Aralay did not see it as hard, however. For her, this was how it had always been, and how it would always be. Her father was a great warrior and had been named heir by the Elder, who was a female at the time and had never had kits. Aralay trained hard every day to make her father proud. She was determined to be as great a warrior as him some day. Her mother would just shake her head and smile when she saw her daughter training outside their home. Aralay learned how to fight with every type of weapon available to the catfolk. She learned how to shoot a bow, swiftly slash with a dagger, handle a light hand-and-a-half sword, and of course, with tooth and claw.
And yet, though she loved her Feral way of life and strived to make her father happy, Aralay still loved to hear the stories about her mother’s old home. The high society into which she was born was one of Lords and Ladies and farmers and ranchers. The Civils lived in small rural villages and towns that they constructed. There, they grew crops and raised animals in their pastures. The Civil diet was more vegetable based than the Ferals because they were not very adept hunters, having lost the ability through generations away from the nomadic lifestyle. Lords protected the village, the rest of the folk had different trades and paid protection taxes to the Lord or Lady in charge of them. It was a paternal system, so it was almost always a male in charge, compared to the Feral’s more diverse system. Heirs were not chosen; the status passed through children or closest living relative. Civils were also rarely at war and stayed in one place. As a result, they had more culture and art develop.
The summer that Aralay was to go through her Coming of Age Ceremony, the village Elder passed away. Khadante was initiated as the village Elder and there were things that had to be taken care of. At the same time, there had begun to be unrest in the neighboring Civil towns that bordered the Ferals’ territory. In those towns, they described the Ferals as wild beasts and used them as the center of their many horror stories. Aralay grew nervous along with several other kits who were to come of age that year. The festival could not be done in winter as it was the season where the land died before it could be born anew in the spring. Summer and fall were the two main seasons in which the Ceremony could take place. To her relief, the Ceremony proceeded as planned, albeit a bit postponed, late that Autumn. Aralay would never forget the proud looks on her parents’ faces that day. It would carry her through all the terrible fighting that was to follow.
That winter, just before the thaw, war broke out. It started with just a skirmish about trespassing between a Civil town and a Feral village. When one member of each breed was killed, emotions erupted. They declared war on one another and began to fight tooth and claw to the death. Word spread fast throughout the land, and soon Civils were slaying Ferals in dark alleys and Ferals were slaughtering Civils in the woods. The war went on and on and on… Until there were so few left, there was no point in fighting anymore. No one really knows when the war ended as there was no official announcement. The fighting simply, stopped.
By the time they were done killing each other, elves were already in Alagaësia and another war was about to break out. Dragons fought elves as bloodily as Civils had fought Ferals. The remaining werecats retreated into the shadows to regain their strength, though few kits would be seen ever again.
Aralay lost her entire family and village in the war and barely survived herself. She and Civil had been wounded and taken shelter in the same hidden cave. He was a silky, or had been silky at one point, Calico. They had both been ready to attack before they realized how pointless it would be. With their injuries, they’d both have wound up dead. Instead, they talked about how pointless the war was, but how they were bound by their honor to defend their people. Once they were healed, they left to return to their different sides. She never saw him again.
Compared to the War, the rest of the time she has spent has not seemed very eventful at all. Aralay watched the Riders rise and fall and Galbatorix seize control. During the time of the riders, there was finally peace for awhile. She had even begun to regain hope that the werecats would thrive again and kits would appear. But Galbatorix ruined what little chance the catfolk had. She vowed she would never forgive him for that. But there wasn’t much she could do.
Aralay has spent the rest of the years traveling and gathering knowledge. She usually travels in cat form to avoid attention. Now rumors of a new Rider are blowing in the wind and a small flicker of hope has returned. If she ever meets this Rider, Aralay would gladly lend him whatever assistance she could.
Perhaps she will find another werecat again… Perhaps with the return of the Age of Riders, the Age of the Werecats could come again as well… Perhaps…
Family:
Aralay is daughter to the late Khadante, a male Feral, and the late Aelotia, a female Civil. She has no other known relations.
Other:
Aralay’s profession is a Master of Riddles and Knowledge! To put it simply… She travels and can be found at the nearest library, jewelers, or swordsmiths. The library offers more knowledge as well as knowledge seekers, the jewelers sometimes has rare gems or amulets of magical origin, and the swordsmiths offers weapons. Yes, Aralay likes weapons, especially artfully forged weapons.
RP Sample:
Aralay crept silently through the grass with a grace only a cat could possess. The golden tiger andola cat padded up to the crest of a great hill. A pair of mismatched eyes, a golden and sapphire stared across the flat plains that stretched out from the bottom of the hill. The werecat sighed; this is where the War had begun for her. This is where her village had been living before the winter. She turned her head to look through a copse of trees. Aralay could see the clearing where she had been initiated as an adult, along with three other kits. She closed her eyes and pictured her parents’ faces.
Her mother, Aelotia, had been a white, fluffy angel. She was obviously a pampered Civil, but she’d done her best to get by with the Ferals. She had loved Aralay’s father and that was what was important. At the Ceremony, her mother had smiled the brightest that Aralay had ever seen her.
Her father, Khadante, was a black, wiry daredevil. There wasn’t a dangerous animal anywhere in their territory that he had not hunted. And there was not a single cat in the village that would have dared challenged him. At the Ceremony, his crooked whiskers had stuck up almost straight as he beamed with pride.
But they were gone now. Aralay had lost them and nearly all her people in that war. In all the years following the great battle, she had not seen hide nor hair of another of her kind. If any were still alive, they’d been domesticated by humans or elves. Or they were still hidden, deep in the shadows.
She opened her eyes and sighed again. Why were they still afraid? Why had no one stood against Galbatorix yet? Something inside the cat told her what she must do. Something said she must find this new rider whose name was whispered on the winds. She must find this Eragon.
(Sorry. Not the best sample ever, but I was tired from all the History. I hope it's long enough.)
Codeword:
Erm… You said to PM it… So… *sends PM*
Username: basilisk
Display name: Aralay
Other characters RPed on DRA:
None! I will, however, try out for Brom whether or not this is accepted. If he is not taken, that is. If my character doesn't get accepted, perhaps I would try for Solembum or the Watcher. The chance to try out for a werecat is just too good to pass up.
character:
Name: Aralay
Age:
The actual age of a werecat is a tricky thing to discover. They do not age as other creatures do and will not willingly reveal their age to anyone. Perhaps if one were to impress one of these creatures, they may be inclined to offer this secret as a prize. All one would have to do is succeed in answering a riddle of the cat’s choice. The only problem remaining? Their age usually is the answer. You didn’t seriously expect a cat of any kind to give you a straight answer, now did you?
For appearance purposes, Aralay appears to be in her twenties in human form and still young and nimble in cat form.
Gender: female
Race:
-Werecat (these being extremely rare, I will only accept three total: Solembum, the Watcher, and one other with an exceptional profile and reputation)
I guess I have my work cut out for me then. Lol.
Allegiance:
Independent, but is more likely to assist the Elves or the Varden than Galbatorix.
Werecats, especially the Feral type, serve no leader. In times when werecats were numerous, they would be loyal only to a village Elder. Civil werecats would even serve a human. Now there are simply not enough werecats to form such alliances. A werecat is loyal first and foremost, to itself.
Description:
Before judging a werecat by its appearance, one must know a few things about this curious race. First, a werecat is by no means a human that can shift into a housecat. A werecat is more like a wildcat that can shift into a human. Second, there are two types of werecats: Feral and Civil. Civil cats have lost much of their wild nature from living among humans for too long. Third, on average, werecat males are 7 feet tall in human form and werecat females are around 6 feet 9 inches. This holds true unless this form is undesirable or if they are a Civil cat. Civil cats tend to be much smaller than their Feral counterparts. Fourth, werecats’ eyes come in only three colors: gold, green, and blue. Blue eyes are the least common and are more commonly shown in the Civil breed. Fifth, even in human form, a werecat retains its feline nature. This means that it will have sharp feline teeth even in human form. Civil cats, however, tend to have much flatter and more humanlike teeth than the Ferals. Pointed ears are not uncommon for a werecat in human form, though it does not appear in all subjects. Sixth, a werecat’s cat form is far from being a housecat. Werecats, especially Ferals, are far larger than an ordinary cat, though Civils tend to be smaller to suit their domestic lifestyle. Seventh, a werecat’s claws are retractable no matter what the breed. Eighth, werecats have abilities far beyond that of a human. They have heightened senses, speed, strength, and agility. They may not be able to outrun a shade, a flying dragon, or a Ra’zac, but anything else would be hard pressed to catch a werecat. Ninth, the last of the laws of werecats, werecats are loners. These are the nine traits that are always applicable to any werecat, anywhere. Just like the nine lives cats are supposedly blessed with.
And now, I have the esteemed honor of introducing Aralay, the werecat. First, Aralay is a representative of the typical werecat and so all traits apply. Second, she is a Feral werecat, though her mother was a Civil. Third, in human form, Aralay is around 5 feet 7 inches in height. Fourth, her eyes would give her away anywhere. Aralay’s left eye is blue, while her right is gold. Fifth, in human form, she has the common pointed teeth of a werecat and slightly pointed ears, though not nearly as distinct as an elf’s. Sixth, Aralay’s cat form is comparable to that of a medium sized dog. Seventh, her claws can be mistaken as sharp nails in human form, but once you’ve been cut, you won’t be making that mistake again. Eighth, Aralay has all powers of a werecat, which may sometimes be a burden. Strong smelling herbs in particular can have an adverse effect. Ninth, she has always been a loner with few friends in her life.
Knowing all this, you cannot help but wonder about the rest of her appearance. The information you have been given must have caught your interest, or you would not be here, reading this for more. Well then, I shall oblige you since you appear to have the impossible curiosity of a cat.
Should you ever meet Aralay and somehow manage not to recognize her by her eyes, there are several other features to identify her by. In cat form, she would appear as a larger than normal, golden tiger cat. She has rather beautiful reddish-gold stripes along her back and tail. This is transferred to her human form in her hair. Aralay’s hair is always fluffy because it is actually fur. It reaches to her shoulders and is the same gold as her cat form. The reddish stripes are not visible as such, but appear as a few off-color strands, especially in the area framing her face. Aralay is rarely seen in a dress and would be offended if told she must wear one. Her usual garments consist of plain, deerskin pants and leather boots, a flowing white shirt, and a leather vest worn over it. She always wears a silver chain necklace, which is visible in both forms. This is the werecat Aralay.
Personality:
Aralay, being a werecat, has a complicated personality. Cats are aloof and can be cold, and the werecats have inherited this trait as well. Yet, she is extremely intelligent and enjoys excitement; though she is not whimsical and will rarely toy with a lesser being just for her own amusement. When bored, she tends to do what all werecats do in that situation: sleep, hunt, or wander.
Aralay despises the King and would not assist him for any price. She does not, however, support the Varden, because in her opinion, their methods are “far too noisy”. On the other hand, this cat would gladly run to the elves if they ever called for help. She respects their reverence for nature and all mythical creatures.
Aralay is accustomed to danger, as the werecats did feud over territory; when there were enough of them to have territories. Because of this and her catlike personality, she can be ruthless and merciless in a fight. Beware a cat’s grudge. And her mind is like a prison without a key. Strong walls stand between anyone who would try to invade this sacred place.
However, should you manage to gain her trust and forge a friendship, you would have a fierce and loyal friend. A cat’s loyalty and love is far greater and lasts far longer than any grudge they may hold.
History:
Long ago, the Alagaësia was much different than it is today. Werecats thrived and controlled vast territories. Aralay’s mother, Aelotia was a Civil who had left her village to marry and start a family with Khadante, Aralay’s father. As Aralay’s father was a Feral, she was born into the Feral world. Ferals are wanderers by nature and were a nomadic people. They lived in “traveling villages” and could pick up and move their homes along with them. Their main diet consisted of meat and their clothes were made from the skins and furs of the animals that the meat had come from.
Ferals answered only to a village Elder, who could be male or female. Kits were trained for battle regardless of gender. Nevertheless, female elders were rare because few would give up the chance to have a family and kits for the dangers of constant battle. When a kit became of age, they could choose to be a healer, warrior, or gatherer. There was never room for lay-a-bouts who had no useful role in society. Ferals were almost always in war over territory, so raising a family was hard. Because of this, kits and mothers were very highly valued. They were greatly respected, almost as much as the Elders. The Feral life was a hard one indeed.
Aralay did not see it as hard, however. For her, this was how it had always been, and how it would always be. Her father was a great warrior and had been named heir by the Elder, who was a female at the time and had never had kits. Aralay trained hard every day to make her father proud. She was determined to be as great a warrior as him some day. Her mother would just shake her head and smile when she saw her daughter training outside their home. Aralay learned how to fight with every type of weapon available to the catfolk. She learned how to shoot a bow, swiftly slash with a dagger, handle a light hand-and-a-half sword, and of course, with tooth and claw.
And yet, though she loved her Feral way of life and strived to make her father happy, Aralay still loved to hear the stories about her mother’s old home. The high society into which she was born was one of Lords and Ladies and farmers and ranchers. The Civils lived in small rural villages and towns that they constructed. There, they grew crops and raised animals in their pastures. The Civil diet was more vegetable based than the Ferals because they were not very adept hunters, having lost the ability through generations away from the nomadic lifestyle. Lords protected the village, the rest of the folk had different trades and paid protection taxes to the Lord or Lady in charge of them. It was a paternal system, so it was almost always a male in charge, compared to the Feral’s more diverse system. Heirs were not chosen; the status passed through children or closest living relative. Civils were also rarely at war and stayed in one place. As a result, they had more culture and art develop.
The summer that Aralay was to go through her Coming of Age Ceremony, the village Elder passed away. Khadante was initiated as the village Elder and there were things that had to be taken care of. At the same time, there had begun to be unrest in the neighboring Civil towns that bordered the Ferals’ territory. In those towns, they described the Ferals as wild beasts and used them as the center of their many horror stories. Aralay grew nervous along with several other kits who were to come of age that year. The festival could not be done in winter as it was the season where the land died before it could be born anew in the spring. Summer and fall were the two main seasons in which the Ceremony could take place. To her relief, the Ceremony proceeded as planned, albeit a bit postponed, late that Autumn. Aralay would never forget the proud looks on her parents’ faces that day. It would carry her through all the terrible fighting that was to follow.
That winter, just before the thaw, war broke out. It started with just a skirmish about trespassing between a Civil town and a Feral village. When one member of each breed was killed, emotions erupted. They declared war on one another and began to fight tooth and claw to the death. Word spread fast throughout the land, and soon Civils were slaying Ferals in dark alleys and Ferals were slaughtering Civils in the woods. The war went on and on and on… Until there were so few left, there was no point in fighting anymore. No one really knows when the war ended as there was no official announcement. The fighting simply, stopped.
By the time they were done killing each other, elves were already in Alagaësia and another war was about to break out. Dragons fought elves as bloodily as Civils had fought Ferals. The remaining werecats retreated into the shadows to regain their strength, though few kits would be seen ever again.
Aralay lost her entire family and village in the war and barely survived herself. She and Civil had been wounded and taken shelter in the same hidden cave. He was a silky, or had been silky at one point, Calico. They had both been ready to attack before they realized how pointless it would be. With their injuries, they’d both have wound up dead. Instead, they talked about how pointless the war was, but how they were bound by their honor to defend their people. Once they were healed, they left to return to their different sides. She never saw him again.
Compared to the War, the rest of the time she has spent has not seemed very eventful at all. Aralay watched the Riders rise and fall and Galbatorix seize control. During the time of the riders, there was finally peace for awhile. She had even begun to regain hope that the werecats would thrive again and kits would appear. But Galbatorix ruined what little chance the catfolk had. She vowed she would never forgive him for that. But there wasn’t much she could do.
Aralay has spent the rest of the years traveling and gathering knowledge. She usually travels in cat form to avoid attention. Now rumors of a new Rider are blowing in the wind and a small flicker of hope has returned. If she ever meets this Rider, Aralay would gladly lend him whatever assistance she could.
Perhaps she will find another werecat again… Perhaps with the return of the Age of Riders, the Age of the Werecats could come again as well… Perhaps…
Family:
Aralay is daughter to the late Khadante, a male Feral, and the late Aelotia, a female Civil. She has no other known relations.
Other:
Aralay’s profession is a Master of Riddles and Knowledge! To put it simply… She travels and can be found at the nearest library, jewelers, or swordsmiths. The library offers more knowledge as well as knowledge seekers, the jewelers sometimes has rare gems or amulets of magical origin, and the swordsmiths offers weapons. Yes, Aralay likes weapons, especially artfully forged weapons.
RP Sample:
Aralay crept silently through the grass with a grace only a cat could possess. The golden tiger andola cat padded up to the crest of a great hill. A pair of mismatched eyes, a golden and sapphire stared across the flat plains that stretched out from the bottom of the hill. The werecat sighed; this is where the War had begun for her. This is where her village had been living before the winter. She turned her head to look through a copse of trees. Aralay could see the clearing where she had been initiated as an adult, along with three other kits. She closed her eyes and pictured her parents’ faces.
Her mother, Aelotia, had been a white, fluffy angel. She was obviously a pampered Civil, but she’d done her best to get by with the Ferals. She had loved Aralay’s father and that was what was important. At the Ceremony, her mother had smiled the brightest that Aralay had ever seen her.
Her father, Khadante, was a black, wiry daredevil. There wasn’t a dangerous animal anywhere in their territory that he had not hunted. And there was not a single cat in the village that would have dared challenged him. At the Ceremony, his crooked whiskers had stuck up almost straight as he beamed with pride.
But they were gone now. Aralay had lost them and nearly all her people in that war. In all the years following the great battle, she had not seen hide nor hair of another of her kind. If any were still alive, they’d been domesticated by humans or elves. Or they were still hidden, deep in the shadows.
She opened her eyes and sighed again. Why were they still afraid? Why had no one stood against Galbatorix yet? Something inside the cat told her what she must do. Something said she must find this new rider whose name was whispered on the winds. She must find this Eragon.
(Sorry. Not the best sample ever, but I was tired from all the History. I hope it's long enough.)
Codeword:
Erm… You said to PM it… So… *sends PM*