TPS: Ishara Shani

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.: Basic Information :.

Name: Shani
Full Name: Ishara Shani
Name Meaning: Crimson
Full Name Meaning: Crimson Miracle
Reason Behind Name: At birth, his mother bled out and it wasn't apparent that Ishara would survive his first few hours of life. He was weak his first few weeks and quickly became stronger (energy-wise) than most other pups. Since it was such a miracle he even survived the first hours of life he was named Ishara by his foster mother. Shani was added as a reminder that his mother died to give him life and that he should treasure all life as it was a fragile thing that could be taken at any moment.
Nickname(s): Siri, Ishara, Shara, Isha

Age: 2 years
Season of Birth: Autumn
Gender: Male

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.: Pack Information :.

Birth Pack: Jua
Current Pack: Jua
Pack Rank: Shaman Tenderfoot
Past Rank: Scrapper Tenderfoot, Scrapper

Skill: High Climbing Skill

Training Statistics:
●●●●●●●○○○ ➟ Hunting
●●●●●●○○○○ ➟ Climbing
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Tracking
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Swimming
●●●●●●●●●● ➟ Herb/Plant/Fungus Knowledge

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.: Physical Appearance :.

Pelt Description: Shani is mostly dark gray in color with a black back and tail. His marking are mostly symmetrical except for his legs. His legs have different patches of white and orange. The markings unique to him are the white spatters under his eyes and the almost tabby-like markings on his forehead.

Fur Statistics:
●●●●○○○○○○ ➟ Rough
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Dry
●●●●●●●○○○ ➟ Smooth
●●●●●●○○○○ ➟ Soft

Short|●●●●●○○○○○|Long

Size: Average Height

Body Type: Average; slightly on the lanky side

Scars:
Forehead- Gained in a hyena attack
Right Ear- Given to him by his aunt

Accessories:
Collar- Maua gave it to him after he became a Shaman tenderfoot
Earrings- Given to him after he was made a tenderfoot
Tail Bracelet- Maua gave it to him after he was promoted to scrapper


Eyes: Heterochromia- Left eye is red and the right in blue

Voice: N/A
Example of Voice: N/A

Scent: Herbs with a faint dusty scent

Senses:
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Eyesight
●●●●●●○○○○ ➟ Touch
●●●●●●●●○○ ➟ Hearing
●●●●●●○○○○ ➟ Taste
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Smell

General Statistics:
●●●●●●●●●○ ➟ Strength 
●●●●●●○○○○ ➟ Endurance
●●●●●●●●○○ ➟ Agility
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Defense
●●●●●●●●●● ➟ Intelligence
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Accuracy

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.: Personality :.

Personality Traits:

[Fatal Flaw:] {Indolent}

-[Indolent:] Laziness is his middle name. Or more like unenthusiastic considering he is quite hard-working when it comes down to it. He just lacks any kind of motivation for anything really. He's perfectly happy just sitting and watching clouds all day. His lack of enthusiasm is quite the liability, but he normally has no trouble getting over it in a pinch.

On the Suface:

[Positive Traits:] {Laid-back/Intellectual/Reliable}

-[Laid-back:] Shani is the type to not get riled up over the stupidity others show towards him. He just rolls with the punches, so to speak. He's that one go-with-the-flow guy that tends to get on others nerves, not that he cares one way or the other.

-[Intellectual:] It's not that hard for him to get out of a fix that would normally be quite difficult for anyone else. Once those gears in his head start cranking then you know he's got about five different strategies and scenarios running through his head and he's thought way ahead.

-[Reliable:] He may be a complete layabout, but he really can be relied on in times of struggle, if a little begrudgingly. He's pretty firm on his morals which is quite helpful when you're one of his friends.

[Negative Traits:] {Sarcastic/Mature/Insensitive}

-[Sarcastic:] Most every word coming out of his mouth is either a complaint or sarcasm. As they say, his natural defense against idiocy and stupidity is sarcasm. There's rarely a time when he doesn't find someone annoying actually. He mostly tolerates others and that's saying something.

-[Mature:] He's quite like an elder in this aspect, given the fact that he likes to take things slow and on his terms. He's never acted much like a pup at any given moment. The closest he ever comes is when he's playing with his sister and even then it's just one of his mind games.

-[Insensitive:] He doesn't really care about the feelings of others. He's really rather blunt about everything and trust me, if there's something on his mind that he doesn't like, he'll tell you. He's the complaining shirker type after all.

On the Inside:

[Positive Traits:] {Brave/Decisive/Modest}

-[Brave:] Even though half the time he'll run away from a fight, if it comes to life and death situations you can bet he'll come through for you. It's just a matter of motivation that sets him up as a coward. He'll even say that he's a coward.

-[Decisive:] He doesn't really make decisions based off emotion. It's all logical reasoning for him. Seeing as he couldn't make decisions for himself when he was younger, he has grown a lot in this aspect.

-[Modest:] As said he doesn't think very highly of himself. He's just a slacker and a coward in his mind and he's completely fine with that. His goal in life is to be a completely average guy. Not a bad goal to him and completely reasonable right?

[Negative Traits:] {Hot-headed/Introverted/Devious}

-[Hot-headed:] It takes a lot to stir up his anger. I mean a lot. He is a seriously laid-back guy, but once you get his anger to a boil you'd better watch out. You'll be in for a tongue-lashing and you might lose one of your ears on top of low self esteem.

-[Introverted:] As you could probably tell by now, Shani is a die-hard introvert. He doesn't need the opinion of others, in fact he doesn't want it. He doesn't exactly want anyone around him either. The only one he even remotely likes is his little sister. Everyone else can go shove off.

-[Devious:] As unlikely as it seems, Shani actually has a humorous side. He does enjoy a good prank every now and again as long as its not on him. Your friend is stuck in the Shaman's den and isn't allowed to eat anything? Let's go eat in front of him. That is so mean, but I never said I was nice.

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.: Facts :.

Likes:
-[Clouds:] I wish I could be a cloud sometimes...
-[Mind Games:] It's just a pastime.
-[Napping:] It's too much of a pain to stay awake.

Dislikes:
-[Females:] They're such a pain.
-[Attention:] I'd rather get by with just being an average guy.
-[Annoyances:] They're a pain too.

Hobbies:
-[Sleeping:] As I've said, it's too much of an effort to be awake.
-[Cloud Watching:] Wishful thinking
-[Playing with Maua:] I'll give her what I never had.

Fears:
-[Death:] I don't want anyone I care for to die.

Other:
N/A

Fun Facts:
N/A

Theme Songs:
●Awake & Alive- Skillet

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.: Sexual Orientation :.

Current Mate: None
Past Mate(s): None

Sexuality: Straight

Looking For: Average looking female, not too pretty but not ugly. Not exceptional in any physical way, but has a strong spirit and will.

● Lasting Relationship - Yes
● Quick Fling - No
● Unsure - N/A

Finds Attractive: (Name | Tribe | Role-Player) TBA
Finds Unattractive: (Name | Tribe | Role-Player) TBA

Turn-Ons:

● - Dark green or hazel eyes
● - Average features
● - Lighter pelt
● - Decent intelligence

Turn-Offs:

● - Spiteful natures
● - Bossy attitudes
● - Too pretty
● - Complete idiocy

Intimate Relationships:
● -
● -
● -
Attraction/Crush
Kissed/Made out
Slept with
Kits were born
Regret

Shippings:

● -

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.: Family Tree :.

Grandmother: Unknown
Grandfather: Uchao Nafsi (Waking souls)

Father: Dhoruba Jangwa (Desert storm)
Mother: Roho Kuungua (Burning spirit) 
Half-Sister: Mchanga Maua (Sandy Flower)

Aunt: Giza Anga (Dark sky)
Step-Mother: Majira ya Usiku (Summer night)

.: Biography :.

"You want to know about me? This is such a pain...Fine, I'll tell you. But I'll have to start from the beginning. Just remember you asked for it."

Dhoruba Jangwa (Desert storm) and Roho Kuungua (Burning spirit) | Before Shani's Birth | Turning Tides

"Obviously, I don't know everything that happened before I was brought onto this earth. You'll have to bare with me. Some of this may not be true as it was recited to me by those who were not involved. So as I recite what was recited to me, keep in mind it is not reliable. Let us begin."

It all started in the Jua Tribe. It was late winter and the snows lay heavy on the earth. It was the coldest it had been in cycles. A quiet world of white, ornaments of ice decorated the trees and the sun hid behind the gray, snow-laden clouds, peeking out in shining rays of light. A beautiful, but cruel grasp on the land as sickness held tight its death-like grip on the Jua Tribe. Unlucky enough, many pups were born at this time of plague. Two of whom would become quite the pair of rivals.

Roho Kuungua was the second born in a litter of twins. Her sister, Giza Anga, was the leader of the two, always leading them into trouble and pinning the whole thing on her shy, timid little sister. Roho would simply take the heat and not say a word. Surprisingly enough, the two avoided catching the sickness that raged in the tribe as did their parents. Other pups weren't so fortunate.

Dhoruba Jangwa's parents fell victim to the disease the day after he became a scrapper tenderfoot with Roho and Anga. He became closed off and reserved, unwilling to speak of it to anyone. He was a gifted little pup as well. His training came easily to him. Unlike with Roho and Anga, who has found themselves trying to impress him to no end. They both developed crushes on him and fought with each other constantly for his favor, Roho finally coming out of her shell.

Time moves fast when you're not paying attention and soon the trio were promoted to full-fledged scrappers. The twins still fought bitterly over who would be the one to gain Dhoruba's love and Dhoruba found both of them annoying. Unfortunately for Anga, Roho and Dhoruba were usually paired together for patrols and grew closer and closer until finally Roho would have to spend the rest of her days within the confines of the nursery.

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Ishara Shani | Pup | 0 - 6 moons | I'm Awake and I'm Alive

"Now that that's out of the way, I can tell you what I remember of the times when I was a pup, unable to even stand on my own. Listen to this story and know to never count anyone as nothing no matter how weak and insignificant they may seem. They may grow into something quite fearsome and you'll regret leaving them out dearly."

I came early into the world. It didn't help that my mother was so tiny. The Shaman didn't think either my mother or myself would survive through the night. He was right about my mother. She bled out into the dirt as dawn bled into the sky. From what I was told, my father hadn't even bothered to show up.

After my mother's death, Giza Anga took me in, having given birth to her pups a few days prior. It wasn't easy growing up with her as my foster mother. She was always terrible to me, probably bitter that my mother had stolen away the one she had loved and then gone and died, leaving her with the baggage.

I wasn't able to walk on my own. I spent a significant amount of time in the Shaman's den being treated. Anga wouldn't allow her pups anywhere near me, even after I was strong enough to play. It took a while, but soon I was finally strong enough to play like normal pups. I tried to play with Anga's pups once, Anga was furious and tore my right ear. It was just a nick, but for a pup it felt like ripped my whole ear off, even magnified by that hateful look she shot after me as I scurried away from her and to the one place I would be cared for. The Shaman's den.

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Ishara Shani | Teen | 6 moons - 2 years | The Scarlet Sand

"I regret many choices I made at this point in my life, but they were a necessary evil. You will understand one day, if not now. At the time, I'd thought of everything as a needless pain, an annoyance in the grand scheme of things. I still think that way to an extent, but now I know I am better for everything that has happened."

Even as a pup, I hadn't seen my father much. He mostly ignored my existence, as if I had been the one to kill Roho. In a way, I suppose that wasn't far off. Still, when I chose to become a scrapper tenderfoot and my mother's father, Uchao Nafsi, was made my mentor, Dhoruba finally acknowledged my existence. He even became like a second mentor to me, not exactly like a father, but it was the best I'd known from him.

Eventually, Dhoruba overtook my training completely when Uchao had a training accident and was forced to retire to the elder's den. I visited him quite often, until he died in his sleep. No one really knows what caused his death. Even to this day. Dhoruba couldn't have cared one way or the other. He was probably happy the old coot had died so I would focus more on my training.

And I did. I trained harder than I had ever trained, even if it was a pain. I would've much rather watched the clouds or taken a nap, but Dhoruba would not allow such behavior.

As I grew older, my father would leave me to my own devices more and more, ordering me to train until I dropped. Oh I dropped alright. I'd never napped more in my life. But of course, I thought it was a bit strange that he'd leave me on my own at all. I didn't complain though. I wasted that time watching the trees sway in the breeze and the clouds scuttle along following wherever the wind took them. I had wished I could be like that. I still do. Life is such a pain.

Well whatever the case was, I knew I'd find out eventually and didn't bother myself to find out on my own. I was right of course. Dhoruba came back to the tribe one day with a pretty loner called Majira ya Usiku who was welcomed into the tribe and immediately sent to the nursery. Within the next few days she would give birth to a little she-pup. A runt just like I was. Mchanga Maua.

Even if I was bitter that my father had replaced my family just like that, I grew attached to little Maua. She was so young and weak, yet so active and cheerful. Enthusiastic, unlike me.

She grew quickly and looked remarkably like me, almost like we were twins. Maybe that was one reason I grew so attached. I still couldn't say what made me like her so much when I disliked everything about our dysfunctional family.

Nevertheless, our father finally gave me a reason to get even one day. Little Maua had become a tenderfoot and on her first day Dhoruba took her out and let a hyena attack her. It was lucky that I had been watching the clouds nearby and heard Maua scream. Normally it'd be such a drag to help out, but again I had a special attachment to her so I went. Faster than I'd ever moved before.

When I arrived, Dhoruba was sitting a upon a large rock watching as a hyena advanced on little Maua without raising a paw to help her. "This is for your own good. This will make you strong." I remember him saying as the hyena lunged at Maua. That's when I rushed in. I wish I could say I was cool about it, but no. I got a nasty gash on my forehead and almost died. Did Dhoruba care you ask? Well, that's a stupid question. You've heard how he was. No, he actually tried to stop me from protecting Maua. That was his mistake. If hadn't tried to stop me then the hyena would've attacked me and killed me. Since he got in the way, he was the one who was attacked.

Did he survive? Well, I'm not sure about that one. I certainly didn't waste any time hanging around to find out if he was alive or not. No, I grabbed Maua and hightailed it out of there. The hyena was too busy tearing Dhoruba apart to focus on us running away. I think it's safe to assume that he did not though.

Sometimes I regret not helping him. Especially after I got back to the tribe and Majira attacked me after hearing what had transpired, blaming me. I certainly didn't tolerate that. I had never approved of her replacing my mother so I didn't care that I had fatally wounded her, even if it was on accident. I was still made a full scrapper that day. Though I still don't think I deserved that much.

I did a lot of thinking, spending time by myself, sometimes whole weeks away from the tribe. I worried little Maua to no end, but I finally made my decision. I hated following in my father's footsteps as a scrapper. I had hated doing everything he wanted and not what I wanted. It was a complete pain.

I wanted to be Shaman.

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 Ishara Shani | Adult | 2 years - Present | Something Good and Beautiful

"As you can see my life has consisted of trial after difficult trial that has shaped my morals into what they are now. See, no matter who may meet and dislike, there is a reason for why they are the way they are. Just as I am the way I am because of my actions as well as others in the situations that demanded them. But this story is not over, this is the present day. I will continue to live and my story will not fade even after I am dead and gone.

After I made that decision, it hadn't taken long for me to be approved. Now I'm a tenderfoot again. I don't much appreciate that, but I can handle it until I'm ready to become a full Shaman... Even if it is a pain in the tail.

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.: Relationships :.

 = Family
= Respect |  = Admire
 = Acquaintance |  = Friend
= Good Friend |  = Best Friend
= Attraction |  Love |  Mate
 = Uncertain |  Uneasy
= Dislike |  Loathe/Hate
 = Annoyed by |  Jealous
= Fear | Neutral
Dead

[Jua]
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[Mwezi]
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[Nyota]
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[Non-tribe]
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.: Role-Play Information :.

Bones:

Current Status: Closed
Role-Play Speed: Slow xD (I suck)
Timezone: Eastern Daylight Time (EDT)

Documented Role-Plays: None
Current Role-Plays: None

Role-Play availability:
✔ Notes | Always
✔ Skype | Sometimes
✔ Chats | Sometimes
✘ Forums | Never
✘ Comments | Never, only exception is group events

Role-Play ratings:
✔ G/PG | Yes
✔ PG-13 | Yes
✔ M | I tend to stay away from these topics but if you really want to then I will

Role-Play Sample: From Lands-of-Lore

Lantern light flickered causing shadows to dance around the already frightening face of the once easy-going Achille. His voice boomed terribly with every word and his arms waved and paws pointed  toward the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. His eyes glinted with an untamed fury, unspoken pain, and a sadness buried deep. Into these eyes Lucille stared with an unwavering glare that spoke of her growing impatience and mounting aggravation, but she choked it down for the sake of the young pair of eyes peeking around the corner. She shifted away from her father and turned her head to look at the vanishing whiskers of her dear brother. Her attention snapped back at her father as he nagged at her for not paying attention and never listening. Her brow curled in  deeper aggravation as her skull throbbed with what was the beginning of a migraine. Never actually listening since the moment he began his tirade, Lucille turned away from her father and trudged toward the hallway that lead to the staircase. As she made her way down the hallway, she heard the tapping of her father's claws on the ground at the end of the hall. He was still screaming his head off about things she didn't care about anymore. Pictures of what was once a happy family dappled the walls like a collage and when she finally reached the stairs and clambered up to the top, her brother was waiting in the doorway to their room. She quietly slipped into the room and he shut the door behind her. With her father's voice muted by the door, her oncoming headache began to fade and she picked up the journal from their shared nightstand and began to write about the days events with her brother beside her until they fell asleep.

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