Marali

[Marali]

M A R A L I

h e r i t a g e

Clan: Omaticaya
Family:

Swizav (father): Marali was always very close to her father. When her mother rejected or ignored her, it was to Swizav that Marali always ran, in search of comfort. Now deceased, he lived a long, fruitful Na'vi life, with little hardship and strife to taint it.

Leyra (mother): Leyra and Marali were never close all throughout her childhood. Though she raised her with all of the formalities and facades of a loving mother, there was never much love between them. Marali always suspected her mother blamed her for not being a son, which Leyra had wanted more than life itself. Though the pair were never close, they still meet occasionally. Leyra is currently in her late sixties, and lives with Marali's youngest sisters, Ayrin and Mineya.

Kiyeri (sister): At eighteen, Kiyeri is the second-eldest girl in the family. She's approaching her ceremony rapidly, and is prepared to take her place as one of the people. She's a flaky girl, but is extremely loyal and always has good intentions. She and Marali are very close.

Ayrin (sister): Ayrin is ten, and is the third eldest child to Swizav and Leyra. She is ambitious, clever, and capable, but is very needy and spoiled. Her hunger for attention in insatiable, as she is constantly trying to prove herself. She is not very close with any of her sisters.

Mineya (sister): Mineya is two years old, and arguably the cutest baby in the Omaticaya tribe. Spoiled rotten, sociable, and coy, she can charm anyone she meets. Marali is like her second mother, who helped her mother raise Mineya.

Age: Twenty in human years.
Status Among the People: Newly one of the people (ceremony was recent).
Special Markings:

At a glance, Marali's markings look very typical of a young adult Na'vi, but upon closer inspection, they are quite special.

1. She has darker blue stripes on her face that run horizontally, rather than vertically. These stripes are similar in pattern to a tiger's facial stripes, and fade as they come together on the bridge of her nose.

2. Her facial markings form an organic star/flower shape in the middle of her forehead, with petals that flare out to her temples and hairline.

3. The stripes running across her body are thinner and bolder than normal Na'vi markings. They earn a lot of comments from her mother, who finds them offensive, as they highlight her waist and thighs.

4. The lovely glowing dots on her are spilled across the bridge of her nose and her shoulders like human freckles. The only recognizable pattern they take on is when they trace up her nose to her forehead in two neat, straight lines.

Color of Ikran: Marali's Ikran, Tsanten, is a rosy, dusty pink, with reddish purple markings. Stripes trace down the entire length of its body, and spots pour from them, accompanied by stripes on the legs. Spots on its head form a star shape similar to the one on Marali's own head.


p e r s o n a l i t y

Talents: Marali is very talented with animals. Connecting with the horse and Ikran came easily to her, and her communication with them is nearly flawless. She's also an excellent singer, and enjoys wooing the animals with her sweet native songs.
Best Known for: She is the most well known in the village for tempting animals with her voice. She is able to calm even the most volatile animal with her soothing melodies (at least, that is the rumor).

Hobbies:
+ Flying with Tsanten on warm days.
+ Napping with and talking to the horses.
+ Singing.
+ Creating dolls and sculptures from things she finds in the forest.
+ Flirting with men.

Strengths:
+ Communication with animals and Na'vi (excellent body language).
+ She has a gift for languages, which helps her communication with animals, humans, and Avatars.
+ She is extremely stealthy, and can move without making a sound louder than a falling leaf.
+ She is a creative thinker, and is good at solving problems diplomatically.

Weaknesses:
- She is rather naive, even for a female of her age.
- She's a hopeless romantic, and fall in love easily (and thus is often hurt).
- She is easily distracted by dreams, animals, etc.
- She is horrible at prioritizing and time management, and can spend whole days doing nothing.

Brief Description of Personality: Marali is a flirtatious, naive Na'vi who would very much prefer frittering away beautiful days to using them to better herself or the village. Her love for animals makes her a rather hopeless hunter, though she is skilled with a bow and arrow, like most of her people. She is quiet, unless provoked, but occasionally becomes extremely excited and loud and spreads happiness like a disease. Normally though, she is a rather sad individual, and enjoys solitude or the company of animals. She fears heartbreak, and thus tends to deviate from males, though she can be terribly coy, and enjoys their company over that of other females.



h i s t o r y

• Born on a warm day in the midst of chaos. There had been a skirmish between two of the clans, and war was threatening. The anger soon died, and there were no causalities, but Marali often felt as though she was born in a time of war.
  
• At the age of four, Marali's first sister, Kiyeri, was born. The two soon became close friends, and did everything together, Kiyeri learning most of what she came to know about the Na'vi culture and history from Marali, who'd been educated by her father.
  
• At the age of ten, Marali's second sister, Ayrin, was born. Another disappointment to her mother, who wanted a son. Marali raised her from age two to age four, with a little bit of help from Kiyeri, who disliked Ayrin from the beginning.
  
• When Marali was twelve, her father, Swizav left on a hunting expedition and didn't return. Destroyed, her mother left the tree in search of him, leaving Marali to raise her sisters.
  
• A year passed before Swizav and Leyra returned safely. Swizav had apparently been injured in the territory of another clan, who took him in while he healed. Leyra had stayed by his side until he was strong enough to return.
  
• At the age of fifteen, Marali falls in love for the first time. Though she is not yet of age, she believes this boy, Wokan, will be with her forever. He is several years older, however, and ends up mating for life with a woman his age, leaving Marali heartbroken.
  
• It is at the age of sixteen that Marali begins connecting with animals. She is able to ride a horse on her first attempt, and controls them effortlessly even after only one bond. She has a gift.
  
• At the age of eighteen, Marali begins singing, which turns out to be another undiscovered talent. It is not until this time that she discovers the power music can have over the animals she loves.
  
• When she is nineteen, her father dies of natural causes, of old age. Her mother again leaves the children with her to raise, as she mourns.
  
• At twenty, she had returned the youngest two children to her mother and now lives with Kiyeri only.
  

i . s e e . y o u

Desired Name: Stella is my alias, but I suppose this account will be called Marali?
Years of Roleplaying: About seven years. The last two years I've been roleplaying on an advanced/literate level.
How Did You Find Us: One of the sites I roleplay on, BxB maybe?
Age: I'm seventeen, but I think I joined as age nineteen? I put in a random birthday year.
Passcode: The Bond.

Sample: The only recent examples I have are animal roleplays. In this example, my character is a Savannah Domestic cat who is the Alphess of a clan called the Swallowtail clan (their enemies are the Kitefly clan). CLICK HERE to see the example. If the link doesn't work or if you have to register to see it, just let me know. I'll just copy and paste it here.

[Ace]

Beautiful application, but for formality's sake I would like to see you copy and paste your sample post into your application. I don't doubt your RP skills by the details in your app, but formalities are a must for apps. Plus, if we are barred from reading that post by having to join, copying and pasting would be required for reading.

[Marali]

It was dark. Stars spilled across a great expanse of deep, black sky. Clouds curled and unfurled across the face of the moon, dappling the only mountains Luft knew with cold, white light. The mountains. They loomed tragically over her, jagged shapes cutting holes in the perfect sky. On dark nights, their silhouette revealed nothing but their massive height, and violent contours. In the whitewash of a full moon, it became clear.

The mountains were giant heaps of garbage. Food, plastic, metals, all swirled up into great mounds of decomposition. Insects and rodents wove in and out of invisible burrows dug deep into the epicenter of the earth, and fed off of each other as the moon traced a slow, steady path across the sky. In the strange, ugly shadows of a pile of discarded kitchen appliances was nestled a pristine, white washing machine. Only the corners had tasted the effects of rust. Everywhere else, the high gloss finish endured. It's door flung open, it was like a mouth, swallowing something still alive and struggling. In its heart curled a gigantic cat, obscured by the bantering of shadow and light.

Her tail hung lazily from the appliance like a tongue, the thick, striped evidence of the feline resting within. The tail twitched, and then swung slowly back and forth, tempting prey and predator alike. It was at times like this that the Swallowtail Alphess chose to openly challenge fate. She loved, oh yes, she loved. She loved her family. The Swallowtail lineage was a strong and beautiful one in which the Kiteflys, the enemies of the monarchy, had no place. Yet it was on nights like these that she pined for the unity of all cats, so that no one cat would be kept from her truest love.

Even the most physically dominant cat around, the Alphess herself, could not stand up against the past. She was a mutation, a freak. At almost three feet tall, she towered over her peers as these mountains of garbage did over her. And yet, she did not feel strong, huddled in the dark recesses of a forgotten washing machine. She hoped that no one would find her, and yet, her loneliness consumed her like a poisonous fire.

She hadn't tasted food for several days, for to her, everything tasted of death, instead of life. Her reserves of fat were shrinking beneath her beautifully patterned coat. She was looking more and more like a cheetah, with her bones beginning to peek through the dense padding of muscle. Her markings came from her mother, a Serval, and the combination of black stripes and spots melded her with the shadowy junk yard.

She felt frozen as night became tainted by the rosy light of day in the East. She feared the rising of the sun. In the night time, she could dream of what she longed for, what she didn't, and never would, have. In day time, reality reigned. As Alphess, there were things that were required of her. She needed to patrol, rule, hunt, fight, live, die, laugh, cry. She was the face of the Swallowtail clan.

In the dark, she could abandon them quietly, to steal away to her own secret kingdom. But it was sunshine that coaxed her to hide within herself, until the moon rose to meet the night once more. Very often, she had considered leaving the responsibility behind. Let me be a stray, she often thought to herself in the night. They will flourish without me. Maus will be a great leader. But she knew it wasn't so. The fiery Beta wasn't ready for the commitment, and Luft was much too in love with her family to leave them. They were the world to her, while her sun and moon orbited the Kitefly clan, and she was in darkness now and forever.

Though a great weight rested on her shoulders, she shifted in the belly of the washing machine so that her head rested on the rim of the opening. Her hazel eyes were clouded, but they scanned the broken landscape automatically, in search of any great movement. A rat scurried back and forth under her gaze. Her stomach tightened. She knew, somewhere deep in her mind, that she should eat. So she did. A lithe pounce and the rat was down her throat in two bites. There was no blood, no struggle. Just death, and life.

[Ace]

Excellent! You can go RP now. Have fun!