Okavango Wildlife Reservation Discussion

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RP thread

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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Nationality:
Role: (Student, specialist, vet, ect)
Animal/Order specialized in: (Order for vets, species for specialists)

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Other:

History:

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Name: Khari Obobanjo
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Nationality: West African

Role: Conservation officer. He patrols the area and arrests/chases off poachers. He has been assigned to the area the sanctuary resides in, and as such, he tends to show up there a lot. Sometimes he stays the night at the Orchid or another station before going back out into the bush in the morning. He always seems to be pretty welcome.

Hair: Dark brown and black, worn in dreadlocks.

Eyes: Dark brown

Appearance: Khari is a fairly large man, standing at 6'2" and muscular. His skin is dark brown, his hair about shoulder length. Khari wears a uniform: dark green pants with a khaki top. He wears dark green army boots and is often seen with his rifle. While he'd never use it on an animal, unless he absolutely had to, he has no problem using it on vicious poachers. He also carries a large hunting knife, mostly as a tool, and a light back pack filled with essentials. His truck has all he needs to survive in the bush for several days.

Personality: Khari has a serious nature, and always has. Having been deprived of his childhood, one could say that he has always been an adult. He enjoys time alone, and thus enjoys his job out on the Savannah. But at the same time, he enjoys the company of the people at the sanctuary. He likes to visit often, sometimes staying and sometimes leaving. He's very intelligent, but unfortunately, he's never had a very proper schooling. Sometimes he can be seen reading old school books, trying to catch up on the education he was never given.

Skills: Khari is a very good fighter, although he'd rather solve his problems peacefully. He can start fires, hunt, cook, and build shelters all with the things found on the forest floor. He hasn't lived more than a handful of days inside in his life.

He speaks fluent Swahili, English, French, and bits and pieces of several other dialects.

Background:

It's not something Khari likes talking about, but he will if coaxed. He was born in a small village in West Africa, in a country plagued by the war. Their village was protected by government troops, until the troops fell and the rebel militia took over. It was a dark time: men and young boys were seized, forced to join the rebel troops, women were kidnapped and killed. Khari was only four when it began, and six when the government finally came and fought the rebels off. The village thought they were saved. They weren't.

Most of the villagers had already fled during the take over, and the government troops assumed whoever remained were aligned with the rebels. The massacre began. Khari's mother told him to run as fast and far as he could, and never to look back. He can only assume she was killed.

Khari escaped into the countryside and lived off the land for a little while. He wasn't happy, but he wasn't particularly unhappy either. He figured he'd live that way forever, until he came across a rebel military faction. They captured him and forced him into the ranks of their mercenary battalion; at age seven, Khari became a child soldier.

The next five years passed in a blur. The battalion took towns, ambushed troops, killed mercilessly and indiscriminately. Khari learned to shoot, kill, and become a monster. The absentminded killing is something that still haunted Khari to this day. How could he have ever been capable of such things?

He was twelve when his battalion was captured by government troops. The adults were detained, and the children were sent to missionary orphanages. He lived there until he was eighteen, when he left and found a job with the conservation program. He doesn't do so well with other people, but he seems to have a way with animals. Khari was lucky to be able to make something of himself; he knows so many others who have no such luck.

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Name: James Locke
Age: 26 years (turning 27 soon)
Gender: Male
Nationality: African (was born and raised but his parents are from the US)
Role: Vet
Animal/Order specialized in: Carnivora (specifically big cats)

Personality: Gentle, cautious, patient, aggressive and mean towards poachers, shy to new people, pessimistic

Appearance: James is a medium height (5’11) guy with dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He’s muscular but not ripped. He keeps a slight stubble but never a full on beard. He wears cargo pants and a tan shirt most of the time but he’ll wear a uniform every now and then.

Other: He absolutely loves big cats and favorites them to other animals he treats

History: His parents were both Zoologists that were from the US. They moved to Africa for a job and had James while they were there. He grew up in the savanna, watching and studying the way animals behaved. One day, when he was 16, he found a baby lion cub who had a broken leg and his mother left him to die. James mended the leg and bonded with the cub. The cub, named Sayari, stuck around until he was about 2 years old. At that time, he left to find a new pride. James still sees Sayari since he lives in the preserve. He went to America to be trained to become a vet for wild animals. He returned after school and now serves out his role as a vet specializing in the Carnivora order.

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Name: Amerigo Eugenio Reis
Age: 29
Gender: Cis male (he/him)
Nationality: Afro-Brazilian
Role: Doctor

Personality: Amerigo is... not a nice person. He's not mean, though. He fits comfortably between the two and that is just fine with him. He comes off as cold, calculated, and callous, mostly because he is those things. He values logic over anything and anyone's feelings, including his own, and he's so used to violence and conflict that he doesn't really bat an eye at it. He prefers to be alone and is rather antisocial. That being said, Amerigo became a doctor for a reason. His views are very humanitarian, and he genuinely does care about others, even when he doesn't act like he does. He's very protective of the people he's around, and warm and affectionate towards those he cares about. Amerigo's Asperger's diagnosis doesn't slow him down at all, but he is very socially awkward and that can partially be linked to it. He gets absorbed in his work easily, and often works well past set hours because of that. Amerigo is very paranoid, and rightfully so after the childhood he lived. He's organised, though, and makes decisions quickly because he refuses to let himself second guess things. He doesn't really argue with people- if anyone tries to argue with him, he often simply brushes them off.

Appearance: A little over six feet tall, it's safe to say Amerigo is not a short person. He's reasonably muscular, and not in a steroids-y type of way. His skin is fairly dark and he has dark eyes to match. Amerigo's dreads are basically his pride and joy, as he's been growing them out for as long as he can remember and has rarely brushed them out. On the rare occasion that he does, they're usually back within two days at the very most. He dresses in a manner that falls right between formal and casual, though it's rare to see him without his lab coat on. His right leg is a metal prosthetic that's always hidden by his jeans, and despite the fact his ex spouse passed away nearly two years ago, he still wears his wedding ring, which is the only piece of jewelry he doesn't refuse to wear.

Other: Amerigo's right leg is a prosthetic, and he does fall on the Autism spectrum.

History: Amerigo hails from Jacarezinho, a favela of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. He had a fairly large family growing up, and it was difficult for their parents to support them. Amerigo couldn't exactly get a job when he was in his preteens, but he found a way to make money that got him involved with Brazil's massive drug trade. It was a violent lifestyle that Amerigo couldn't quite get out of, but he continued to go to school, because he knew what he wanted out of life and the drug trade was not it. Unfortunately, he didn't get out before getting severely injured, losing his right leg after a car crash that was a result of gang violence.

Once he graduated high school, Amerigo jumped on the first plane to the United States that he could. Paranoid that people from his past felt betrayed by his leaving and were after him- a very common thing- he changed the spelling of his name and went under the radar. He attended a community college in a small town in Arizona, and that was where he met his husband, Jerran. The two never actually dated- they met after Jerran refused to let Amerigo drive home drunk after a party and hit it off. They became best friends, eventually practically moving in together. One night, after a few glasses of wine, Amerigo told Jerran that his feelings towards his companion were a little more than platonic, and Jerran returned those feelings. Two weeks later, after six years of being just friends, the two eloped at a court house, making a genuine commitment- leaving each other was not an option.

Frankly, the three years Amerigo spent married to Jerran were easily the happiest of his life. The two bought and renovated a house together, got a dog together, and were just beginning the process of adopting a child together when a fire broke out in the house while Amerigo wasn't home. Jerran was, though, and they found his body among the rubble.

Amerigo moved on. After all, people die all the time, for all sorts of reasons, right? He at least likes to pretend he's completely over it a year later, but no-one ever really gets over something like that. In a completely unsubtle bid to get away from the small town in Arizona that had taken so much from him, he applied to work on a reservation in Africa as a doctor. He got the job, packed his bags, and took the first flight out he could get.

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I’ve finished off James!

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Accepted!

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Any particular spot you want?

Would love to play a doctor!