Post by Nox on Jan 7, 2010 23:15:37 GMT -5
Name» Txonari
Nicknames» Nox
Name Meaning» Composite of Night + Eye – meaning one who watches in the night.
Age» Adult
Gender» Male
Sexual Orientation» Nox seeks a meeting of minds and hearts over a gender preference. (Labeled as pansexual)
Marital Status» Widowed
Partner» Hì'i'ampi (deceased)
Father» Fnu Atan (deceased)
Mother» Aungia (deceased)
Tribe» Originally from the cliff clan, living with the Na’vi of the forest.
Brief Personality» Withdrawn, cold and antisocial. Na’vi that encounter him are instantly attune to a deep and masked sadness within him, and although there are rumours here and there about his history, he never answers questions on it, or confirms or denies anything about it.
Roleplay Sample» [From recent written fiction] “Alright.” It took all the effort Pax could muster not to show how much the demand hurt. It stung like a barb in his gut, bordered on manifesting as true physical pain. Steven didn’t look back again as he disappeared into the clinic. Pax pretended not to notice the look of pity the receptionist gave him as he left, conscious of his held composure until he reached the car. He unlocked it with a little difficulty – he missed the lock several times – and swung himself into the driver’s seat. With the door closed and the engine started, Pax gripped the steering wheel hard and dropped the bridge of his nose against it, screwing his eyes shut as a shuddering breath passed his lips. He was so close to losing control, so close to showing it, and he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to cry, to confirm that this hurt, to prove he was weak to such emotive assaults.
Extra» Nox was mated with fellow cliff clan Na’vi and childhood sweetheart Hì'i'ampi (male). The pair had long been inseparable; when you thought of one you always thought of the other. They spent their days in each other’s company, serving the clan by hunting, and teaching children, and both were avid painters. Many of the beautiful murals on the cliff face can be attributed to Nox and Ampi, who joined queues as they worked; their artistic expression as intimate an occasion as mating. Ten years after being blissfully bonded, Ampi was killed by a Palulukan. They say that the scream that issued from Nox when he felt Ampi’s life force stubbed out was heard by the entire clan, even those miles away, such was the pure misery he felt. He could not function after Ampi’s death, at one point damaging his own neural whip in his manic sadness. Although function wasn’t impaired, the marks left are covered at all times by a leather binding. Half a year later left the cliffs that held so much memory and pain. He went to the forest clan, where he hoped to disappear in the numbers. People tried to integrate their newcomer, but Nox was unresponsive. He hunts for the clan, but he is for the most part silent and antisocial. He has been with the forest clan for almost four years, and has not painted in all that time.
Nox used to have long hair, that Ampi would relish brushing of an evening. He cut his hair when Ampi died, and now keeps it short but for his queue braid. He wears black paint across his eyes where he once wore yellow. He has three parallel scars under his right eye from an incident with a viperwolf when he was an adolescent.
(Pictures below created using the sims 2, with all the limitations that offers)
Nicknames» Nox
Name Meaning» Composite of Night + Eye – meaning one who watches in the night.
Age» Adult
Gender» Male
Sexual Orientation» Nox seeks a meeting of minds and hearts over a gender preference. (Labeled as pansexual)
Marital Status» Widowed
Partner» Hì'i'ampi (deceased)
Father» Fnu Atan (deceased)
Mother» Aungia (deceased)
Tribe» Originally from the cliff clan, living with the Na’vi of the forest.
Brief Personality» Withdrawn, cold and antisocial. Na’vi that encounter him are instantly attune to a deep and masked sadness within him, and although there are rumours here and there about his history, he never answers questions on it, or confirms or denies anything about it.
Roleplay Sample» [From recent written fiction] “Alright.” It took all the effort Pax could muster not to show how much the demand hurt. It stung like a barb in his gut, bordered on manifesting as true physical pain. Steven didn’t look back again as he disappeared into the clinic. Pax pretended not to notice the look of pity the receptionist gave him as he left, conscious of his held composure until he reached the car. He unlocked it with a little difficulty – he missed the lock several times – and swung himself into the driver’s seat. With the door closed and the engine started, Pax gripped the steering wheel hard and dropped the bridge of his nose against it, screwing his eyes shut as a shuddering breath passed his lips. He was so close to losing control, so close to showing it, and he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to cry, to confirm that this hurt, to prove he was weak to such emotive assaults.
Extra» Nox was mated with fellow cliff clan Na’vi and childhood sweetheart Hì'i'ampi (male). The pair had long been inseparable; when you thought of one you always thought of the other. They spent their days in each other’s company, serving the clan by hunting, and teaching children, and both were avid painters. Many of the beautiful murals on the cliff face can be attributed to Nox and Ampi, who joined queues as they worked; their artistic expression as intimate an occasion as mating. Ten years after being blissfully bonded, Ampi was killed by a Palulukan. They say that the scream that issued from Nox when he felt Ampi’s life force stubbed out was heard by the entire clan, even those miles away, such was the pure misery he felt. He could not function after Ampi’s death, at one point damaging his own neural whip in his manic sadness. Although function wasn’t impaired, the marks left are covered at all times by a leather binding. Half a year later left the cliffs that held so much memory and pain. He went to the forest clan, where he hoped to disappear in the numbers. People tried to integrate their newcomer, but Nox was unresponsive. He hunts for the clan, but he is for the most part silent and antisocial. He has been with the forest clan for almost four years, and has not painted in all that time.
Nox used to have long hair, that Ampi would relish brushing of an evening. He cut his hair when Ampi died, and now keeps it short but for his queue braid. He wears black paint across his eyes where he once wore yellow. He has three parallel scars under his right eye from an incident with a viperwolf when he was an adolescent.
(Pictures below created using the sims 2, with all the limitations that offers)