Post by Txe'lan on Jan 18, 2010 17:31:17 GMT -5
[/center]Txe’lan Txoa
Means "Heart of Forgiveness" to Na'vi
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Clan:[/font] Omaticaya
Family:[/font] Nawm – Mother, Txoa - Father
Age:[/font] 25 human years
Status Among the People:[/font] He is one of the Omaticaya people.
Special Markings:[/font] As Txe’lan’s name implies, many of his brightly-colored dots as well as his stripes form heart-shapes and symbols over his torso and upper limbs. There is also one of these formations on the palm of his left hand, a heart of dots encompassed by two dark-blue stripes running parallel to each other. The only other distinctive trait on Txe’lan’s body is his left eye; it is covered by a cloth eyepatch, indicating that he’s blind in that eye.
Color of Ikran:[/font] Txe’lan’s Ikran, named Vrrtep'taw (Demon Sky) because of its color, is a saturated shade of aquamarine, almost azure in nature with alternating stripes of cyan, midnight blue, and veins of forest green and royal purple. It is difficult for humans to look at Txe’lan’s Ikran without experiencing mild astigmatism.
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Personality
[/b][/u][/size][/center]Talents: Txe’lan is gifted in the ways of Pandoran botany; he can procure many interesting things from plants and wood, and he is quite the craftsman. While this is his main talent, it crosses over into his rudimentary skills of hunting, tracking, and riding to give him a mild edge.
Best Known for:[/font] He’s a healer among the Omaticaya people; Txe’lan is known to be forgiving and reasonable, always bearing words of wisdom and kinship.
Hobbies:[/font]
+ Collecting plants
+ Carving & crafting
+ Exploration
+ Studying everything around him
+ Trying new things
Strengths:[/font]
+ Horsemanship
+ Procuring salves, poisons, antidotes, & elixirs
+ Healing Na’vi and humans
+ Level-headed
+ Smart
Weaknesses:[/font]
- Lacks violent tendencies
- Eager to learn
- Puts others first before himself
- Blind in his left eye
Brief Description of Personality:[/font]
Txe’lan is good-natured and level-headed, having a big heart and an almost infinite capacity to forgive anything that isn’t outright endangering him or the rest of the Na’vi or anything they hold dear. Since he can use the local plants to his people’s benefits, he is considered smart among the rest of his people and is capable of showing it when other Na’vi have a need for his talents. Txe’lan, like the rest of the Na’vi, reveres Eywa as the provider of everything he knows and will fight to protect her and all that she has created on Pandora, worshipping her all the way. Like a good hunter, Txe’lan will kill when necessary (when in need of food or if someone’s life is in danger) but abhors killing otherwise, leaving him to be skeptical of most human tendencies as they tend to kill out of fear and anger; he rarely forgives acts such as these, but will hesitate to exact justice.
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History
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By the good will of Eywa, Txe’lan was allowed to come into existence by the mating practices of his father, Txoa, and his great mother, Nawm. The two of them were respected among the Omaticaya people, and their son was destined for something beneficial to the clan. From the moment he was capable of cognitive thought as a kid, Txe’lan had the unusual capacity to forgive his clan mates of any wrongdoing they might have done, saying it was part of Eywa’s good graces to forgive. It gave him personal satisfaction to know that he was doing Eywa’s good will to relinquish evil instead of banish or punish it. The Tsahik took notice of this and knew it was a good sign, but she was still going to text Txe’lan’s resolve.
When it was time for him to learn the Omaticaya’s traditions, Txe’lan was paired with another Na’vi female so that they would both develop together. It was an unusual pairing for sure, as Txe’lan and his learning buddy, Meuia, were both inexperienced at hunting and forest navigating. Slowly over the next few years Txe’lan and Meuia became Omaticaya hunters, getting cleaner kills as they kept at it; consequently, this was also when Txe’lan developed his habits for utilizing the forest’s abundance of plants and other natural resources to his and Meuia’s benefit, thanking Eywa for his newly-developed skills. When they were ready, they returned to Home Tree and went to undergo the test of the Ikran, following the path up to the Hallelujah Mountains to where the Ikran resided. That’s where things turned for the worse for Txe’lan…
In forming the bond with the Ikran of his choice, the initial flight started out badly. He ended up banking left into a Cliffside, smaking his head against the jagged rocks and blinding his left eye, nearly killing himself in the process. In spite of his misfortune, he was able to find the correct plume flower from the forest to cure the wound, saving his own life while never regaining the use of his left eye. Still, Txe’lan became a full-fledged Omaticaya hunter, making his bow out of the wood of Home Tree and raining arrows down from above to hunt as the best of them did. Then he became one of the people, a fully-fledged Na’vi. He was a hunter; a healer; an Omaticaya.
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I See You
[/font][/center]Desired Name:[/font] Ace
Years of Roleplaying:[/font] 5+ years
How Did You Find Us:[/font] Google
Age:[/font] 20
Passcode:[/font] *edited*
Sample:
[/u][/size][/font][/color][/center]Morning broke over the canopy of the forest, descending the trunk of Home Tree from its many branches. To Txe’lan, this was time to get up. He wasted no time parting the jungle fabric of his hammock and leapt straight out, descending in a free fall to a nearby branch, landing with the grace and dexterity of a cat. The wood beneath his feet was mostly dry save for the vegetation that had inhabited the wood of Home Tree, indicating that no rain had fallen last night; this was a good sign.[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]
Txe’lan didn’t like the rain much; it washed away scents and marks, making it difficult to identify the shrubs and flowers he needed to keep making the various salves and elixirs the Omaticaya people needed to stay healthy, especially when they got injured. After all, the stem of the formyca leaf would not do to be mistaken by the thorn of the funnel mushroom, which was poisonous but had a similar scent with the former. He was a respected healer among the Na’vi of the Omaticaya, the equivalent of a human doctor. Not only did he heal with medicine, but he also healed with the good will of Eywa. Find a doctor among the humans that could do that!
As Txe’lan walked along the various branches and pseudo-trunks of Home Tree to his little area of study, he kept thinking about what he’d been hearing lately of the Sky People returning. He’d heard stories from his ancestors, even bonded with the Tree of Voices to try and remember the story’s vivid details, but he’d never experienced it first-hand. As much as he wanted to, it would not be good on the part of an Omaticaya to make first contact with the humans willingly. Maybe someday he’d get his chance, but not today; today he would be busy.
Just as Txe’lan came to the draped dwelling of his plant reserve, he was approached by someone from behind. He knew this presence, feeling it many times before. It was the Tsahik, the one that had seen many promising things in Txe’lan. As he turned around to face her, Txe’lan felt his left hand instinctively go towards the center of his chest, indicating that his heart was to be acknowledged.
”I see you, Tsahik,” said Txe’lan with a subtle voice. It was still very early, not wishing to rouse anyone that might’ve had a late night.
”Kaltxi, Txe’lan. Fyape tsat nari?” the Tsahik said in return, wondering how his eye was doing. It was healed, but covered by the cloth bandage to show that he couldn’t see with it.
”Hiyik.Eywa fyawintxu oe-ri menari,” Txe’lan replied, putting his faith in Eywa to account for his lack of full peripheral vision. So the Tsahik was just checking up on him; it was understandable.
”Siltsan. Ngenga ralpeng niltsan,” the Tsahik complemented Txe’lan, admiring his use of Eywa to aid his disability. Txe’lan may have only had one eye, but he was far from useless, and the Tsahik knew this. Cutting the conversation off there, the Tsahik went on her way, leaving Txe’lan to do his work.
Txe’lan, on the other hand, knew this was going to be a good morning; a complement from the Tsahik always meant that the day was going to bring something good. Thus, he retreated into his study, letting the day begin without him among the populace. He had some special salves to prepare before he went out today…
