Post by A®heim on Jan 12, 2009 0:08:56 GMT -5
Name: Rn'cherii
Race:Tarong
Age: 20
Height: 7.5 feet (35 foot wingspan)
Weight: 94 lbs
Appearance:
His skin is a tanish green shade while the underside of the wings are almost completely tan. Tufts of bright green plumage sprout from his head and in small patches on the wings. His eyes are a deep brown with a glimmer of intelligence in them that distinguish his kind from non-sentient beasts. The only apparel he wears is a heating suit in cold weather and an official Iri Atrium cap.
Birth place: Iri
Occupation: Atrium Keeper/Creature Handler
Rank: Manager/sole employee
Bio: as told by Ren himself who refused to (and was incapable of) writing it down. He insisted, instead, to tell it in the nature of all his race: in the form of a story. A journalist later volunteered to allow Ren to dictate while he wrote down what he said and structure it into a more "coherent" autobiography. However, he kept footnotes directly from the mouth of Ren shown in ().
Tk'niritk and Yr'kiri lived in one of the towering pillar nests of Iri. There they led wonderful lives among the Tarong society; telling stories, digging for gems, and admiring passing spacecraft. However, their greatest joy came in the form of a single egg Yr'kiri had lain. I was in that egg (can't remember much about the inside. Warm, yes. Very warm...and cramped. Very happy to be out at last I was I think!). When the time came for me to hatch, I was transferred to the great hatchery at the middle of my people's civilization. All Tarong eggs that were ready to hatch were taken there to be put under the watchful eye of the nurses.
It was customary for the young to be taken care of by the nurses until such a point where they could successfully survive on their own. This generally only took 1-2 years in which time I was taught basic skills such as hunting and flying (can't really describe flying much really. Like you describing feel of running! Yes! That's it! Though it definitely much fun, more so than running would I imagine!). I was quick develop my flight skills, but I had a slight issue with the hunting...
You see, it is in our code of law that we cannot eat anything that can talk to us (basically we don't eat sentient species as I believe you call them, no? Human eat talky species perhaps? No, I think not.) I have always been fascinated with life. Every creature intrigues me. I want to learn more about, raise it, study it! Naturally, this made my eating habits even more restrictive. Not to the point of becoming a vegetarian (Ugh! Nothing but grass and shrub!? Where they get protein? How they live!?), but enough that every meal became a study hall in which I would spend hours "playing with my food".
At age 3 I was released from the hatchery with all the knowledge I would ever need to survive on my own. I now had a choice whether to strike out on my own and start my own family (Often I think what be like to have family. Big nest on tall spire! Maybe one day home I go, meet pretty one with nice feathers! Like nice feathers!), or remain in the care of my parents and the rest of society to continue my education in more specialized roles. I had the love of nature equivalent to, even surpassing most of my race, but I felt that my studies would be incomplete without some knowledge gleaned from the elders.
I immediately elected to remain among the clan and continue my education. I was admitted into the Iri University of Natural Studies where I majored in zoology. (Iri universities not like others. Study much more direct. Many field trips we go on yes. Watch natural first hand!) After 8 years I receive my diploma (simple graduation is very much!. No documents! All verbal! We tell long story of all learned. If story good, we get to leave!).
I took up occupation with a local naturalist. I was to be his tracker catcher. I was given a ZB-3 floatboat and tasked to gather specimens for study (I still have floatboat, very useful me thinks. More than one imagine for Tarong like me. We fly, true, but it fly AND carry heavy things! Like camp equipment, or rancors!). I did a very good job and soon my employer was able to retire. I was offered a position under a new employer, but I declined. I had become attached to the many creatures I had studied, so I decided to start my own business.
I wished for others to know the same joy as I did. I flew my floatboat to the single major starport on Iri. My family was happy to sponsor my endeavors and I was able to sell off many of my family jewels to local space-lane traders. (difficult it was to see off family jewels. Very pretty, yes. But family say I need not worry, it good cause.) The credits were more than enough to by a fair plot of land in the city and furnish it accordingly.
Three years later, the Iri Atrium opened for business. The establishment is curiously designed to be built around the local flora instead of over it. Several large trees loom inside the tall glass dome while a thick underbrush permeated by small walkways covers the floor. (I very pleased with arrangements. Lots trees good! Spend many hours just flying through them, make me feel good, yes!) I am the sole employee there and I live happily selling well-trained creatures to the interested customer.
The store is only open seasonal as I spend much of my time roaming the galaxy in search of strange and elusive species. I continue my studies as a hobby, examining the creatures I capture before training them and putting them up for sale and adoption in my atrium (I very careful only sell to trusted person. I want all my wares be treated respectfully. I no trust them, I say no thank and kick out, yes!).
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7 (reletive speed to his species, can fly up to 40 K/PH)
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 7 (claws)
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Alignment: +2
RP Sample:
A man unusually clad in heavy armor peered through the glass doors before pulling them open and stepping into the dimly lit atrium. The sweat glistened on his face from the humid air as he peered about with a look of slight confusion in his eyes. Ren watched from his position perched atop a tree limb overhead with amusement.
"Hello? The door was unlocked and there's no one at the help desk so I just kinda..." The armored man trailed off and turned to walk out the door.
"Hello?" The voice echoed through the treetops. It had the exact same tone and almost the same voice altogether but it was certainly not from the mouth of the man who immediately drew his weapon and brandished it about him.
"Away with your weapon," it was Ren's own quickly spoken voice that came from the limb this time. "might you scare something, hm?."
The man didn't budge and leveled his weapon blindly into the foliage. He shouted out loud as a great rush of air signaled the decent of a gigantic bird-like creature directly above him. "Back beast!" He shouted and trained his finger on the trigger as it landed heavily in front of him and folded its wings neatly across its back.
"Hey hey hey! Please point not weapon at poor poor me!. You wish speak with me no, hm? Though if you're here to kill me, do make quick, much work to do!" Ren spoke rapidly as he often did under normal circumstances. He knew that because of his appearance, this WAS normal circumstances.
The man stared at Ren Dumbfounded. "Yes...well...is your master or boss or whatever here? I wish to do business with him. I heard this is one of the best places to purchase a valuable animal and that the manager is a genius on the subject."
"Ah yes! I take you to his office! He be happy meet you I be sure, follow me!" Ren unfolded his leathery wings and thrust himself into the air before gliding towards the other end of the Atrium and through a large hole in the wall that seemed to have been made for just that purpose. The man just shrugged and approached the little wooden door underneath the hole.
The man was astonished to find himself looking upon the very same creature sitting at a large desk placing a cap upon his head with the words "Iri Atrium Manager" in large lettering written upon it. "Ello there! My name is Rn'Cherii! This establishment all belong to me yes yes!. How can help you?"
"But-...I...uh...what?" The man was utterly confounded and gurgled incoherently.
"You here for business, no? If you here to kill me, by look of lot armor, I ask that you hurry up and get it done with as I have a lot of work to do. Difficult running even small business this is all by lonesome." Ren began to rifle quickly through some files, his long claws flicking deftly through them.
"Yes...er...no...agh!....I wish to do business not kill you! Now would you mind telling me what exactly ARE you- nevermind, that doesn't matter. I'm looking for a-"
The man was interrupted as Ren jerked his feathered head up and began to speak once more, "Ah! You are stranger to planet! I am one of native species, Tarong! Sorry if appearance startle you but it no like I be held accountable for your naivety."
The man looked slightly insulted but it didn't seem that Ren even acknowledged the fact he had just called a heavily armed powerhouse naive. "Look, I'm looking for a partner. A creature that can be vicious but loyal. One that would protect me and look out for danger." The man sighed heavily, "You may have noticed I'm not exactly the bravest man in my platoon..."
Ren's demeanor immediately became a serious, it was time to talk business. "I think I know just the thing! Tell me, you ever hear of a Correllian slice hound?"
Race:Tarong
Age: 20
Height: 7.5 feet (35 foot wingspan)
Weight: 94 lbs
Appearance:
His skin is a tanish green shade while the underside of the wings are almost completely tan. Tufts of bright green plumage sprout from his head and in small patches on the wings. His eyes are a deep brown with a glimmer of intelligence in them that distinguish his kind from non-sentient beasts. The only apparel he wears is a heating suit in cold weather and an official Iri Atrium cap.
Birth place: Iri
Occupation: Atrium Keeper/Creature Handler
Rank: Manager/sole employee
Bio: as told by Ren himself who refused to (and was incapable of) writing it down. He insisted, instead, to tell it in the nature of all his race: in the form of a story. A journalist later volunteered to allow Ren to dictate while he wrote down what he said and structure it into a more "coherent" autobiography. However, he kept footnotes directly from the mouth of Ren shown in ().
The Hatchery
Tk'niritk and Yr'kiri lived in one of the towering pillar nests of Iri. There they led wonderful lives among the Tarong society; telling stories, digging for gems, and admiring passing spacecraft. However, their greatest joy came in the form of a single egg Yr'kiri had lain. I was in that egg (can't remember much about the inside. Warm, yes. Very warm...and cramped. Very happy to be out at last I was I think!). When the time came for me to hatch, I was transferred to the great hatchery at the middle of my people's civilization. All Tarong eggs that were ready to hatch were taken there to be put under the watchful eye of the nurses.
It was customary for the young to be taken care of by the nurses until such a point where they could successfully survive on their own. This generally only took 1-2 years in which time I was taught basic skills such as hunting and flying (can't really describe flying much really. Like you describing feel of running! Yes! That's it! Though it definitely much fun, more so than running would I imagine!). I was quick develop my flight skills, but I had a slight issue with the hunting...
You see, it is in our code of law that we cannot eat anything that can talk to us (basically we don't eat sentient species as I believe you call them, no? Human eat talky species perhaps? No, I think not.) I have always been fascinated with life. Every creature intrigues me. I want to learn more about, raise it, study it! Naturally, this made my eating habits even more restrictive. Not to the point of becoming a vegetarian (Ugh! Nothing but grass and shrub!? Where they get protein? How they live!?), but enough that every meal became a study hall in which I would spend hours "playing with my food".
Back to Society
At age 3 I was released from the hatchery with all the knowledge I would ever need to survive on my own. I now had a choice whether to strike out on my own and start my own family (Often I think what be like to have family. Big nest on tall spire! Maybe one day home I go, meet pretty one with nice feathers! Like nice feathers!), or remain in the care of my parents and the rest of society to continue my education in more specialized roles. I had the love of nature equivalent to, even surpassing most of my race, but I felt that my studies would be incomplete without some knowledge gleaned from the elders.
I immediately elected to remain among the clan and continue my education. I was admitted into the Iri University of Natural Studies where I majored in zoology. (Iri universities not like others. Study much more direct. Many field trips we go on yes. Watch natural first hand!) After 8 years I receive my diploma (simple graduation is very much!. No documents! All verbal! We tell long story of all learned. If story good, we get to leave!).
Into the world
I took up occupation with a local naturalist. I was to be his tracker catcher. I was given a ZB-3 floatboat and tasked to gather specimens for study (I still have floatboat, very useful me thinks. More than one imagine for Tarong like me. We fly, true, but it fly AND carry heavy things! Like camp equipment, or rancors!). I did a very good job and soon my employer was able to retire. I was offered a position under a new employer, but I declined. I had become attached to the many creatures I had studied, so I decided to start my own business.
I wished for others to know the same joy as I did. I flew my floatboat to the single major starport on Iri. My family was happy to sponsor my endeavors and I was able to sell off many of my family jewels to local space-lane traders. (difficult it was to see off family jewels. Very pretty, yes. But family say I need not worry, it good cause.) The credits were more than enough to by a fair plot of land in the city and furnish it accordingly.
Iri Atrium
Three years later, the Iri Atrium opened for business. The establishment is curiously designed to be built around the local flora instead of over it. Several large trees loom inside the tall glass dome while a thick underbrush permeated by small walkways covers the floor. (I very pleased with arrangements. Lots trees good! Spend many hours just flying through them, make me feel good, yes!) I am the sole employee there and I live happily selling well-trained creatures to the interested customer.
The store is only open seasonal as I spend much of my time roaming the galaxy in search of strange and elusive species. I continue my studies as a hobby, examining the creatures I capture before training them and putting them up for sale and adoption in my atrium (I very careful only sell to trusted person. I want all my wares be treated respectfully. I no trust them, I say no thank and kick out, yes!).
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7 (reletive speed to his species, can fly up to 40 K/PH)
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 7 (claws)
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Alignment: +2
RP Sample:
A man unusually clad in heavy armor peered through the glass doors before pulling them open and stepping into the dimly lit atrium. The sweat glistened on his face from the humid air as he peered about with a look of slight confusion in his eyes. Ren watched from his position perched atop a tree limb overhead with amusement.
"Hello? The door was unlocked and there's no one at the help desk so I just kinda..." The armored man trailed off and turned to walk out the door.
"Hello?" The voice echoed through the treetops. It had the exact same tone and almost the same voice altogether but it was certainly not from the mouth of the man who immediately drew his weapon and brandished it about him.
"Away with your weapon," it was Ren's own quickly spoken voice that came from the limb this time. "might you scare something, hm?."
The man didn't budge and leveled his weapon blindly into the foliage. He shouted out loud as a great rush of air signaled the decent of a gigantic bird-like creature directly above him. "Back beast!" He shouted and trained his finger on the trigger as it landed heavily in front of him and folded its wings neatly across its back.
"Hey hey hey! Please point not weapon at poor poor me!. You wish speak with me no, hm? Though if you're here to kill me, do make quick, much work to do!" Ren spoke rapidly as he often did under normal circumstances. He knew that because of his appearance, this WAS normal circumstances.
The man stared at Ren Dumbfounded. "Yes...well...is your master or boss or whatever here? I wish to do business with him. I heard this is one of the best places to purchase a valuable animal and that the manager is a genius on the subject."
"Ah yes! I take you to his office! He be happy meet you I be sure, follow me!" Ren unfolded his leathery wings and thrust himself into the air before gliding towards the other end of the Atrium and through a large hole in the wall that seemed to have been made for just that purpose. The man just shrugged and approached the little wooden door underneath the hole.
The man was astonished to find himself looking upon the very same creature sitting at a large desk placing a cap upon his head with the words "Iri Atrium Manager" in large lettering written upon it. "Ello there! My name is Rn'Cherii! This establishment all belong to me yes yes!. How can help you?"
"But-...I...uh...what?" The man was utterly confounded and gurgled incoherently.
"You here for business, no? If you here to kill me, by look of lot armor, I ask that you hurry up and get it done with as I have a lot of work to do. Difficult running even small business this is all by lonesome." Ren began to rifle quickly through some files, his long claws flicking deftly through them.
"Yes...er...no...agh!....I wish to do business not kill you! Now would you mind telling me what exactly ARE you- nevermind, that doesn't matter. I'm looking for a-"
The man was interrupted as Ren jerked his feathered head up and began to speak once more, "Ah! You are stranger to planet! I am one of native species, Tarong! Sorry if appearance startle you but it no like I be held accountable for your naivety."
The man looked slightly insulted but it didn't seem that Ren even acknowledged the fact he had just called a heavily armed powerhouse naive. "Look, I'm looking for a partner. A creature that can be vicious but loyal. One that would protect me and look out for danger." The man sighed heavily, "You may have noticed I'm not exactly the bravest man in my platoon..."
Ren's demeanor immediately became a serious, it was time to talk business. "I think I know just the thing! Tell me, you ever hear of a Correllian slice hound?"
