SAFRI’KAH MALVEK~
Name: Her given name is Safri’kah Malvek (Sah-FREE-kah Mal-VECK).
Full Titles: She has none.
Nickname: Quite simply known as “Safri”.
KEY INFORMATION:
Age: Just one year into Dakajal.
Gender: Fairly obviously a female, with a smaller build than most.
Race: Nakat, of the now near-extinct {Nakam}.
Social Status: Born into a peasant family.
Sexuality: Presumably pansexual, in accordance with Nakam gender attitudes.
Height: 4 foot 6 inches. (She tiny.)
Weight: 6 or 7-ish stone.
Date of Birth: 2nd Day of Springrise, 2240 - Year of Plague.
Date of Death: A little too lively for that just yet.
Homeland: One of the larger tribal settlements of Kavdek, of the name Tje’rek.
Current Home:Bastion's Lull Inn of Vera Vigi. The Naught Inn of Port Silver. The Crossroads Inn. Transient.
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: Safri is fairly small of stature for a Nakat, with an average, healthy build.
Fur: Her fur is coloured a light, tawny brown with spots of a creamy white running parallel down her back, much like the pelt of a fawn, and matching the lighter colour of her front.
Eyes: Strangely, Safri has mismatched eyes, one a pale, periwinkle blue while the other (her left, and dominant eye) is the pale gold of honey held before a lantern.
Skin: ...Obscured by fur, don’t be nosey.
Identifying Marks: Her distinctive odd-eyes, and general... colourful nature are the easiest ways to recognise this ‘kat.
Appearance: Bright-eyed and perpetually smiling, Safri radiates a youth that seems not to match her years. Like a lynx, her ears are large, her tail is comparatively short and stubby, and yet none of this is likely to be the first thing noticed, as it is very common for her to be peppered with all kinds of weird and wonderful splotches of dye.
Clothing: Her garb consists of a pair of plain, dun trousers and a sandy-coloured poncho patterned with bright (though slightly faded) colours, and a string of many tiny pouches and bottles loops over one shoulder, producing a muffled “clinking” sound as she walks.
Weaponry: She would not appear to have any form of weaponry about her person.
Prized Possessions: Above all, she loves her colours, pigments and dyes, although the woven poncho also has a special place in her heart, for "her mother made it for her" the day she ventured forth from Tje’rek.
Hygiene: Her standards of hygiene are passable, but it does little to discourage the constant smatterings of dye from staining her fur.
Voice: At times, her voice is light and pondering while at others it is rather tremulous - more an excited babble in which she will quite happily trip over her own words in her haste to speak.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths:
Languages: Born and raised with Verba as her mother tongue, it took some practice to learn Tra’de (Common) over many years’ visits to Verbali. Even so, the Common Tongue remains as a foreign language to her, and so she continues to make a number of mistakes while speaking it.
Profession: Safri pays her way by mixing and selling dyes.
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Though inherently good-natured and inquisitive, Safri’s disposition can be as fickle as the wind. Despite spending a good amount of her time lost amongst daydreams and musings, when she sets her mind to achieving something, she will not rest until she has done so, and will strive toward it with high hopes and higher spirits.
Religion or Cults: She shares the ancestral beliefs of the Nakam.
Alignment: Presently Neutral Good.
Short Term Goals: She seeks her friends.
Long Term Goals: It is her dream to make a new colour, one never seen before.
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: She would idle away hours in the vibrant markets of Verbali.
Pastime: Without a doubt, her preferred hobby is the mixing of dyes, though spending time with her new friends is a close second.
Food: Though she has no absolute preference, she used to enjoy the fried, spicy mushrooms served in the Verbali markets.
Drink: She very much enjoys the taste of honey wine, despite the fast metabolisms of the Nakam rendering its alcoholic content practically worthless.
Colour: Safri professes to love all colours in equal stead.
Animal: She carries a particular liking for brightly-feathered birds and fish with shiny scales.
Least Favourite...
Place: She does not much like being inside, or anywhere the colours do not change.
Pastime: Simply put, Safri does not like being sad, or seeing others be sad.
Food: She does not much like sweet cakes or biscuits due to the grain content.
Drink: Water seems a little bland to her taste.
Colour: ...To respond to such a query would be a sacrilege in her eyes.
Animal: In all honesty, she cannot pretend she has much love for insects.
*Relations can be found below!
Please refrain from using any of this information whilst in-character unless your character has actually learned it in RP - don't metagame.
My in-game name is: Chaoticdog118
Name: Her given name is Safri’kah Malvek (Sah-FREE-kah Mal-VECK).
Full Titles: She has none.
Nickname: Quite simply known as “Safri”.
KEY INFORMATION:
Age: Just one year into Dakajal.
Gender: Fairly obviously a female, with a smaller build than most.
Race: Nakat, of the now near-extinct {Nakam}.
Social Status: Born into a peasant family.
Sexuality: Presumably pansexual, in accordance with Nakam gender attitudes.
Height: 4 foot 6 inches. (She tiny.)
Weight: 6 or 7-ish stone.
Date of Birth: 2nd Day of Springrise, 2240 - Year of Plague.
Date of Death: A little too lively for that just yet.
Homeland: One of the larger tribal settlements of Kavdek, of the name Tje’rek.
Current Home:
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: Safri is fairly small of stature for a Nakat, with an average, healthy build.
Fur: Her fur is coloured a light, tawny brown with spots of a creamy white running parallel down her back, much like the pelt of a fawn, and matching the lighter colour of her front.
Eyes: Strangely, Safri has mismatched eyes, one a pale, periwinkle blue while the other (her left, and dominant eye) is the pale gold of honey held before a lantern.
Skin: ...Obscured by fur, don’t be nosey.
Identifying Marks: Her distinctive odd-eyes, and general... colourful nature are the easiest ways to recognise this ‘kat.
Appearance: Bright-eyed and perpetually smiling, Safri radiates a youth that seems not to match her years. Like a lynx, her ears are large, her tail is comparatively short and stubby, and yet none of this is likely to be the first thing noticed, as it is very common for her to be peppered with all kinds of weird and wonderful splotches of dye.
Clothing: Her garb consists of a pair of plain, dun trousers and a sandy-coloured poncho patterned with bright (though slightly faded) colours, and a string of many tiny pouches and bottles loops over one shoulder, producing a muffled “clinking” sound as she walks.
Weaponry: She would not appear to have any form of weaponry about her person.
Prized Possessions: Above all, she loves her colours, pigments and dyes, although the woven poncho also has a special place in her heart, for "her mother made it for her" the day she ventured forth from Tje’rek.
Hygiene: Her standards of hygiene are passable, but it does little to discourage the constant smatterings of dye from staining her fur.
Voice: At times, her voice is light and pondering while at others it is rather tremulous - more an excited babble in which she will quite happily trip over her own words in her haste to speak.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths:
+ Bright Side of Life - A tried and tested optimist, Safri thrives on hopes and dreams.
+ Hue, Hue, Hue - Able to mix a number of pretty-coloured dyes...
+ Stitch on the Side - She knows the basics of weaving cloth, but not anything of patterns necessary to make clothing.
Fears: + Hue, Hue, Hue - Able to mix a number of pretty-coloured dyes...
+ Stitch on the Side - She knows the basics of weaving cloth, but not anything of patterns necessary to make clothing.
+ The Dark - Nothing has more power to frighten her than total darkness.
Weaknesses: + Babe in the Woods - With her cheer there comes a cost, for while Safri is blessed with eternal cheer, she is also as trusting as a child, and forgives perhaps too easily.
+ Empathy - Also part and parcel of Safri’s personality is her strange propensity to interpret others’ suffering as her own.
Intelligence: She is not particularly intelligent, though gives the impression of an oddly bright child. While she may not be literate or else fluent in hordes of languages, however, she has a surprisingly adept memory. + Empathy - Also part and parcel of Safri’s personality is her strange propensity to interpret others’ suffering as her own.
Languages: Born and raised with Verba as her mother tongue, it took some practice to learn Tra’de (Common) over many years’ visits to Verbali. Even so, the Common Tongue remains as a foreign language to her, and so she continues to make a number of mistakes while speaking it.
Profession: Safri pays her way by mixing and selling dyes.
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Though inherently good-natured and inquisitive, Safri’s disposition can be as fickle as the wind. Despite spending a good amount of her time lost amongst daydreams and musings, when she sets her mind to achieving something, she will not rest until she has done so, and will strive toward it with high hopes and higher spirits.
Religion or Cults: She shares the ancestral beliefs of the Nakam.
Alignment: Presently Neutral Good.
Short Term Goals: She seeks her friends.
Long Term Goals: It is her dream to make a new colour, one never seen before.
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: She would idle away hours in the vibrant markets of Verbali.
Pastime: Without a doubt, her preferred hobby is the mixing of dyes, though spending time with her new friends is a close second.
Food: Though she has no absolute preference, she used to enjoy the fried, spicy mushrooms served in the Verbali markets.
Drink: She very much enjoys the taste of honey wine, despite the fast metabolisms of the Nakam rendering its alcoholic content practically worthless.
Colour: Safri professes to love all colours in equal stead.
Animal: She carries a particular liking for brightly-feathered birds and fish with shiny scales.
Least Favourite...
Place: She does not much like being inside, or anywhere the colours do not change.
Pastime: Simply put, Safri does not like being sad, or seeing others be sad.
Food: She does not much like sweet cakes or biscuits due to the grain content.
Drink: Water seems a little bland to her taste.
Colour: ...To respond to such a query would be a sacrilege in her eyes.
Animal: In all honesty, she cannot pretend she has much love for insects.
*Relations can be found below!
Please refrain from using any of this information whilst in-character unless your character has actually learned it in RP - don't metagame.
My in-game name is: Chaoticdog118
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