Mokri'Law

[Mokri'Law]

ART BY:Makime AND NOT BY ME, Gatsby!

MOKRI’LAW TE TANHI ATEYITE

'Voice Certain'
Mokri Law daughter of Tanhi and Ateyo

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Heritage

Clan: Omaticaya
Family: Ateyo te Atan Yeriktan [Father, Alive]
Tanhi te Hufwe Txonite [Mother, Deceased]
Age: 23 years
Status Among the People: Ikran Rider – Warrior
Special Markings: Only the circles on her shoulders, other than that she has random ‘freckles’ all over her body and dark tiger-like stripes like any other Na’vi

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IKRAN

Name: Fkeu’Txep
Meaning: Mighty Fire
Main Color: Orange
Secondary color, ‘Flecks’: Black
Chin Crest Color: Dark, dark purple
Personality: Arrogant, proud of his power, Showoff, Deeply bonded with his Rider, Suffers from slight Separation Anxiety

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Personality

Talents: Best Female Warrior in the Clan, Skilled with fighting/flying on her Ikran, Skilled with a Bow and Arrow
Best Known for: Besides Fighting skills, Mokri’law is known for her love of Conversation, easily striking one up with anyone…well anyone who can speak Na’vi that is

Hobbies:

+ Flying
+Talking
+Practicing with her Bow
+Scouting/Spying on Sky People
+Exploring the Forest

Strengths:

+ Flying
+Talking
+Fighting
+Acrobatics when it comes to moving through the trees and forest

Weaknesses:

- Singing
-Anything needing even a hint of Femininity
-Her Father’s well-being
- Relentless when Angered

Brief Description of Personality:

Well, where to start? Mokri’Law comes off as magnetic to other Na’vi, perhaps even charismatic. She communicates well with others and can easily persuade others to her line of thinking as long as they’re listening to her. Mokri’Law enjoys debating points, but don’t be alarmed if she acts as if the fight never happened, as she can be quite laid-back about trivial things like that. However; don’t be stupid enough to anger her, for Mokri’Law tends to be vengeful to those she dislikes, which includes the Sky People. She is outgoing, friendly, a great conversationalist and loves to listen to stories from older members of the Clan.

Speaking of her Vengefulness, Mokri’Law has a firm distrust for these unknown, careless, and downright odd Creatures that have come into her Homeland. While she has no reason to attack or kill them at the moment, make no mistake – once given a reason to attack, she will. Mokri’Law is incredibly stubborn, stemming from the previous trait listed, and can be quite blunt and harsh – this she gets from her Father of course. She is only harsh to those she wants to see succeed, never wasting her breath on those who would only take her good intentions and throw them away.

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History:

The first few years of life for Mokri’Law were relatively normal of any child – a loving and doting Mother, though her Father could be harsh, stern, and perhaps even set the bar a bit too high for her, but her Mother reassured her that he had good intentions always. It was not rocket science to realize that Mokri’Law was very close to her Mother and rarely strayed from her side. Her Mother, being a Singer, was the one to teach her Daughter the songs and stories told to Children to instill a love for Eywa. Seeing her Mother loved Eywa, Mokri’Law quickly grew to love Eywa – a trait which she keeps to this day. All this; however, stopped when she was eight years old. Her Mother fell ill and eventually returned her spirit and energy to Eywa, but it was still a painful blow to the young Mokri’Law. To soften the blow, her Father, a Warrior himself, took her under his wing, trying to qualm the loneness that had been sure to grow within the young Female. He trained her to be a Warrior, as his Father had; albeit harshly, but Mokri’Law remembered he had good intentions and strived to please him, to see him smile out of pride.

As her yearn to see him happy grew, so did his expectations. He expected the best out of her, training her constantly in the art of Fighting. At first, her skills were laughed at by many members of the Clan, shaming Mokri’Law to the point where she didn’t want to look at her Father again. She attempted to run away, but, her Father being both swift and strong; was quickly caught. Unknown to the young Na’vi, now only 10, her Father began to understand what his Daughter was feeling and began to include her in his daily life. He took her with him on small hunting trips when he could and when he ‘went to talk with the guys’ – which jumpstarted the development of Mokri’Law’s conversation skills. She enjoyed listening to the stories they told of old Hunting Expeditions, encounters with the Palulukan,etc. Her skills with the bow slowly became better and better to the point where they weren’t laughed at anymore.

Her first clean kill was at 16, when her skills were not laughed at, but revered and admired. Mokri’Law was not satisfied by this; however, since her Father still seemed to want more and more out of her. Now you might think she would hate her Father for this, and she probably would have if it were not from her Mother, so Mokri’Law kept striving for his Father’s approval – making it her goal. She triumphed over the Thundering Rocks, making it all the way up to the Ikran Rookeries where, with her Father looking on, she met her fated Ikran partner Fkeu’txep. This was it, this was the last test she needed to pass in order to gain the approval of her Father AND be born a second time as one of The People, another aim she wanted to achieve. He was a strong Ikran to take down, and it was a long bout between them, but eventually after much struggle, Mokri’Law won and bonded with Fkeu’txep. Her first flight: a little shaky, but a love for Flying quickly blossomed in the young Na’vi.

Her constant strive for approval came when she became one of the People when FINALLY her father gave her a look of approval. It was both the first…and the most recent.

I See You

Desired Name: The Great Gatsby of course!!! ….oh alright, Gatsby is alright too XD
Years of Roleplaying: 4 years about
How Did You Find Us: The Avatar Topsite
Age: 15
Passcode: [CENSORED]?!?!

Sample:

(( This is a post of how I’d basically be writing Mokri’Law, since Aluxani and her are the same person – the only difference being the name. Why? Simply because I didn’t have access to the Na’vi Language site to make a name, so I made one up! Yeah…anyway…I believe the post is self-explanatory, as it was the first post of mine in a thread I joined. <3 The site this is from is: AVATAR: A New Life where I play both Aluxani and Maximilian Franz Goebbels ))

The water flowed over her hands as she gently dipped them in, cupped a handful of water before letting it filter through her fingers and back to its source. Aluxani's braided hair blocked out both external sides from her view, but she was focused, well out of focus, on the water. She was crouched on a large, flat stone - staring at her reflection in the water, so still that the River creatures would swim by, oblivious to her presence. Her daily training was over and that left a large window between then and dinner, but she had only been crouching here for a short while. Aluxani rose and turned toward Hometree, taking off at a brisk run. She did not feel like hunting for Sky People again, not like last time. No, this time she would spend quality time with her Ikran, whom she hadn't gotten the privilege to ride in what seemed to feel like forever.

Aluxani decided to bring him a scrap of meat to make up for this, as he would most likely feel neglected and skittish from her absence. So, she quickly climbed, almost like a lemur, up to the platform where they had lunch, moving quickly past a few others before disappearing into the crowd. Quickly, she grabbed a scrap of meat and turned around, heading back to the edge of the platform so she could nimbly jump onto a branch and continue her ascent into the Ikran Eyrie, only to find that she had not been the only one lusting for a Afternoon Flight. There was another, a true Na'vi Male petting his Ikran further down the branch.

His Ikran notices Aluxani first, as she is facing the cyan-colored Female, and the Male follows suit. He looked at her with a smile, one that she returned, touching her fingers to her forehead as she said the usual greeting. "Oel ngati kameie, tsmukan." She let her arm drop from her head, as she opened her mouth to let out shrill chirps, met by the eruption of a fiery, leather body flapping out of the tree ahead of them. This was her Ikran, Fkeu’txep, or Mighty Fire. He fit his name to the brim, his body a bright orange, a yellowish-tan underbelly, smooth black markings on his wings and neck that he shared with all Ikran, deep yellow eyes, and a red chin crest. He let out a signature shriek as he landed, flapping his powerful wings a few times. Aluxani reached up to give him the scrap that she had taken, which he eats right out of her hand as she runs her hand up and down his neck, murmuring things under her breath to him as he ate.

After a few moments of reaqainting with her Ikran, she looked at the Male Na'vi with a smile. "So you have felt the want to fly too?" Unlike the Dreamwalkers and Humans, she treated her own kind with care, kindness, and respect.

[Ace]

You're the second that found us from Avatar Topsites; boo yah! Hope this keeps up...

NEway, your accepted; have fun.