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Name: Klarasrin Nixee (Klarr)
Species: Fox (anthro)
Personality: Klarasrin is very withdrawn, quiet and focused. He is very determined in his own way although many do not see it as he speaks rarely, preferring to get on with things quietly. He is susceptible to violent mood swings and can get very angry, as his affinity with electricity would suggest.
Beneath his usually calm (at least in public) exterior, his head swirls with violent emotional reactions to the things around him. He is easily offended or hurt, but very hard to read as he usually doesn't show it in any way until he gets to somewhere private and alone.
Because of this some think he is cold and emotionless, and although this couln't be further from the truth, only the closest to him know otherwise.
Likes: Quietness, being alone. Klarr is happiest when surrounded by the few people who know him well and love him, where he can be himself and show his true personality. He also likes swimming and physical activities, hunting and engineering things such as traps and toys for the young members of his tribe.
Dislikes: People who don't understand, and don't want to, People who have closed their minds so entirely that once they have mad up their minds there's no changing them. He's good at convincing people, and it frustrates him greatly when they will not listen or understand. He doesn't like crowds or being in a big group of people he doesn't know and being expected to make friends with them all, despite them being maybe the kind of people he doesn't want to befriend.
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)
Klarasrin was born into the Narr tribe of the Llani region, on the planet Eklach. In his tribe it was common to be born with an affinity to an element or animal, and he by chance, like his grandfather before him, had a strong link to electricity of all kinds.
This didn't bother him. It interested him to discover what he could do with it- reading the books his grandfather left on training this gift to become a power rather than a mere affinity. By the time he was fourteen he could use it to charge up a circuit or jumpstart a broken- down spacecraft. His tribe found him useful, if nothing more.
But Klarr was not like the other children of his tribe, spending much of his time at home reading or training, and because of this he never properly made friends or bonded with his tribemates. His parents rarely had much time for him as they had several other children, all much younger than him, to chase round after.
So when he was old enough to start working with the rest of the tribe, hunting, building and making, he never felt he fit in. He was more interested in the beauty of the forest and the ways of the native animals. He always wanted to look at the carcasses the hunting parties brought home, see how they worked. And because he had few or no close friends in the tribe, no-one understood why.
He carried on like this until he was nineteen. At this point, he had realized what was going wrong with his life. It annoyed him, frustrated him, that he'd got the wrong start and now he couldn't put it right. What he wanted more than anything was a fresh start.
And a fresh start, one warm, breezy day at the end of spring, was just what he got.
Klarr woke in the morning to shouts of excitement echoing through the village. Parents waking children, people running to get a look at something.
This had happened only twice before in Klarr's life. It meant a starship was landing.
He slid out of the door of the hut he shared with his sister, but instead of heading for the place where the crowds were amassing, he made his way up the hill behind the village.
He was the only person who knew of this trail. Pushing his way through the bushes at the top, the sky was full and turquoise- blue in front of him. The trail suddenly dropped away into a high cliffside overlooking the landing site, a vast slab of white stone cleared just outside the village.
And it was here, at the top of the cliff, that Klarr settled down to wait.
The ship was just a blurry shape high in the sky, growing clearer every second. It descended through the layers of hazy clouds, growing bigger and bigger, louder and louder, until it was through the last cloud layer and hanging high above the landing zone. The people down below moved back quickly, covering their ears against the noise, and Klarr did likewise.
The great propeller blades beneath the ship started up, creating a cushion of air so it could land softly. And then, with a light bump that shook the ground, it was down.
It was a medium- sized ship, wide wings for gliding, and runners on the bottom to prevent damage to the ship in landing. The nose tapered to a point at the front, and the whole thing was very streamlined.
A panel on the side slid open and a set of steps descended, and down those steps came a party of three. Tall, gangly figures, walking lazily, without rush. Klarr wondered what they wanted.
He began to descend the cliff face, climbing paw over paw down a route he knew from previous visits. That wasn't to say it was any safer, but it was faster than going all the way round the hill on the path again, and it would bring him down close to the ship.
He reached the bottom and jumped the last few feet, landing with a thump and sending a small cloud of dust up around him from the sun- baked earth, for it had not rained for several weeks.
The figures had reached the bottom of the steps now and had been watching his descent with interest. They had pale blue skin and black eyes, and were wearing simple robes made of natural fabrics in plain colours.
As one, they appeared to realize they had been staring and turn back to face the crowd. Klarr sidled to the edge to listen to what they said from just outside the throng of people all pushing for the front.
"We have traveled far" One of them, a woman, was saying. She spoke carefully, with a peculiar accent, "From our home planet of Cellan. Our ship, though old, has been sturdy so far," here she paused to smile ruefully, "But, we fear, no longer. She is damaged and requires repairs which we are unable to perform alone. We ask you for your kind assistance so we may return to our home"
There was murmuring in the crowd. Some of the tribespeople were looking doubtful. They weren't used to outsiders, and they didn't trust these people.
Klarr looked on with interest. An idea had alighted in his mind, and now, however hard he tried to shake it, it stuck there.
The elders of the tribe called a meeting that evening to discuss what to do about the outsiders. There seemed to be a general agreement that they could be a risk to the tribe and that they should not waste resources and time on them; this annoyed Klarr greatly, although, sitting in the back of the long hut, invisible in the shadows, he neither showed it in his face nor spoke up to argue his point. A few tried, but were shouted down by the majority of the angry and frightened tribespeople.
They're scaring themselves needlessly, thought Klarr.
These people don't want to hurt us or steal from us. They'd have no reason to. We have nothing they don't have back on their planet. They just need help.But the people of the Narr tribe were very set in their ways, and didn't feel safe unless they were shut off from the rest of the universe entirely. Anyone from outside was a danger and a risk to be involved with.
So went the meeting. The stubborn people voted not to help- disregarding the fact that if they did then the aliens would be out of their way more quickly. They wanted to be able to forget about them, imagine the walls of their little world had never been breached.
Well, not if Klarasrin Nixee had anything to do with it.
Late than night Klarr took a light- stick and slipped out of his hut. He walked up the forest path and descended the cliff to avoid having to walk through the middle of the village and risk being seen. And then, summoning all his courage, he walked up the steps to the now closed door and pressed the buzzer on the outside.
The door slid slowly open. There was no-one on the other side, which didn't surprise Klarr much-
it must be operated from somewhere else he realized as he stepped inside- but left him unsure of where to go. He moved on a little down the corridor. It was metal and curved in a semi- circle shape, the roof curving down on both sides to meet the equally metal floor.
His footsteps echoed unnaturally on the walls and he imagined whoever was in the ship could hear him coming. Were they deliberately keeping him in suspense, he wondered, or were they afraid he might be leading an attack force to drive them away?
His questions were forgotten, however, as one of the Cellanic crew appeared in the corridor, apparently through a hidden door set into the curving metal of the wall. It was not the one who had spoken to the crowd; this one was male, and even taller. He looked at him calculatingly. His pupils were slits, like a cat's.
"Why you here?" he asked harshly. His accent was stronger than the female's and he jumbled his words a bit.
"I came to help" Explained Klarr. "The others won't but I will. I don't want to hurt you"
The Cellan appeared to digest his words- as if he was printing them onto a piece of paper inside his head and reading them aloud to himself. Eventually he nodded.
"Come"
He started down the corridor at a fast pace, leaving Klarr no choice but to follow. Within a minute, they came to another door in the wall, this one equally hard to spot.
The Cellan man pressed a pad on the wall and it slid open, then turned to shoo him inside.
Through the door was a large and airy room. Klarr realized it must be at the front of the ship, as one side was a large pane of glass. Above here was the control room, he thought, remembering the design of the craft, surrounded by a bubble of glass so they could see what not to crash into.
How does it all work?The other two Cellanic people who had addressed them were sitting on long sofas and massive floor cushions, chatting amiably, along with a second female Klarr had not seen before. He could only see the top of her head, but he could see that she was different from the rest- her hair, instead of the grey- black colour of the Cellans, was golden and shining.
As one, like they had moved earlier that day, the Cellans turned to face him.
They must have some sort of telepathic link, he thought,
to be able to do that. The new female took longer to catch on, and when she did Klarr saw that she indeed was not at all Cellanic. He wondered briefly what she was doing here- before his eyes were lost in her face.
She looked as if she was one of his tribe, but she was tall, slender and more wolf- like. That and her hair- and the long unicorn horn that appeared from within it. Her fur was shades of grey, contrasting rather strangely with the golden- yellows of her hair and horn. He wasn't sure it mattered.
She smiled at him, and the atmosphere of the room changed. She wasn't in tune with the Cellans; it was like a breath of fresh air. She, like him, didn't really know how to act around them.
The female Cellan spoke directly to the male standing behind him in Cellanic. He replied and turned to look at Klarr.
"Why are you here?" the female prompted him, and he looked uncomfortably at his paws.
"Um, I came to help you out. I know what the others decided, I don't agree with it"
"And how do you think you can help us? Steal resources? Betray your people?"
Klarr allowed a shy smile onto his lips. "I have an energy affinity. I've trained it; I can use it to help you. What's happened to your ship?"
He felt himself gaining confidence all the time. He was a terrible liar, and the Cellans seemed to be able to sense he was telling the truth.
"Half our flight circuits were burnt out by an energy storm in the Dark Regions" the female explained, motioning for him to sit down on one of the floor cushions. He obliged and told her, "I can help with that"
"You can? Some of the circuitry is buried deep within the ship. The maintenance tunnels are narrow- they were built for our race" she finished ruefully, not intending offence. He didn't take any.
"I can do it. I'll try" He told her firmly. He was not going to give up on this. But now, this was the hardest part. The deal on their side.
"If I can come with you"
She looked at him. "What? I don't understand"
"When I've fixed your ship, will you take me somewhere? Anywhere at all, I don't mind. Just drop me off on another habitable planet. I can't stand to be here a moment longer"
"It seems a reasonable request" she said, nodding thoughtfully. "But our world is strictly closed to outsiders. It's cramped enough as it is"
"I, err, might be able to help with that"
They all turned to look at the speaker. It was the young unicorn- wolf girl, over in the corner.
"I hitched a lift with them to visit my sister. They're taking me back to my planet before they reach theirs. It's just along the way; the systems are next- door to each other... Where was I? Yes, you could come and live with us. I mean it's not all that advanced, y'know, just a small village, but cozy, nice people, oh and the village is in the trees... You're not scared of heights? Good, it's rather high. Took me a while to get used to, I can tell you. But, nice. Nice people, nice food. I'm rambling a bit, sorry. It's a habit"
"That would be, uh, lovely" replied Klarr, struggling to digest the high- speed information.
"Well! That's done" nodded the Cellan female; who Klarr had realized by now must be the captain. "I am Le'roke, and these two are Sanlow and Mannwe. And that is Oak" she nodded at the wolf- unicorn.
Klarr smiled, truly in front of others for the first time in too long. "I am Klarasrin"
So it began. Klarr worked around the clock for three months, helping, fixing and charging. Oak helped him in much of his work, fetching and carrying for him. Sometimes he wondered if the Cellans had told her to, but when he asked her she shook her head fiercely and told him she was "Nobody's servant girl"
He discovered new things he could do with his gift, welding bits of wire together and opening hatches that were stiff with unuse. The ship had not flown often, and this was the first time it had been damaged, he began to realize. It was easier that way- he didn't have someone else's handiwork to contend with.
Over the months he watched Oak, when he thought she didn't know, when she smiled, when she ran to "See what she could help with", when she spoke. And, almost unconsciously, he fell deeper until he woke up one morning and realized that he was in love with her and really, really didn't know what to do about it.
So for a while, he did nothing. He came to realize that the tribespeople must have realized he was helping the Cellans. Either they knew they couldn't change his mind, or they just didn't care. Probably the latter.
But change was coming, and a new beginning. Just what he'd longed for for so long.
There were, however, always doubts. What if the people on Oak's planet didn't accept him either? What if they were all the same, like the people here? What if their minds were just as sealed?
He voiced these questions to Oak one day in the common room at the front of the ship, as the sun went down ahead and threw the whole room into shades of pink and orange and set her hair alight.
She laughed and the room was full of birdsong. And she took his hand and told him, no, they would accept him as they had accepted her. And when he asked her what she meant, she told him her story.
Oak and her sister Firayni did not belong to any race. They were not even truly sisters, but Oak liked to think they acted like them. They had been grown by cruel and somewhat inhumane scientists for research purposes, in a project which involved mixing the genes of an animal, a humanoid and a previously discovered "mythical" creature to observe the results. All Oak had known for the first fourteen years of her life where the white walls of the cell, the cold gazes of the scientists, and Firayni's voice filtering through to her.
Then one day they came up with a plan. A wonderful, wonderful plan. Oak told him Firayni had thought of most of it and it was really too big and complicated to remember much of, but it involved stealing a ship and escaping to the stars.
And that was just what they did. As children of fourteen who'd never seen each other's face before, they piloted a small spaceship to freedom.
Firayni liked that freedom and couldn't let it go. She kept the ship and traveled from world to world when Oak settled down on Santuan. She was still out there, Oak said. She'd seen her just a few months ago. She was happy, in her grumpy way. And Oak was happy on Santuan, for the people there had welcomed her with open arms into their home.
"As they will do for you" She told him, looking into his eyes.
Something changed then. When the ship was finally fixed and flown to Santuan, he settled down to live with Oak. It wasn't questioned- it just happened. And over time they grew to love each other yet more dearly.
And there they live to this day.
A picture you drew: OPTIONAL! This will only get you extra credit. You still have to write the rest of the form. COLORED IN LINEART IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. IT HAS TO BE ART YOU DREW FROM SCRATCH.
I think I might be over the word limit... I'm not sure how I can cut it down though. Sorry about that, I'll try to make it shorter.
Made in GIMP July 19th '10[ she has no eye color so i made it pale greenxyellow]
