Post by Lucy / Kav on Jan 3, 2007 3:53:58 GMT -5
Name: Kakavia (Kav for short)
Race: Black Panther
Gender: Male
Homeland: Narnia
Personality: Kav is is fiercely devoted to Aslan and Narnia. He is also highly intelligent. He prefers being alone, and can be very aloof to strangers. However, he is loyal to the few close friends he has.
History/Sample Post: I modified this from another RP. Kav is speaking about his life to King Peter. This is way more than the panther would usually speak, but Peter is going through a hard time. Kav is no good at playing the comforter, and so he just babbles on, hoping that something he says is right. Also, he tells this story to a very few, though it is very important to him, and so it is kind of a release for him to tell it.
The only other thing I have to add is that in the army (which he's been a part of now for four years), Kav most often serves as a spy or a scout, for he still prefers to work alone.
Appearance:
Race: Black Panther
Gender: Male
Homeland: Narnia
Personality: Kav is is fiercely devoted to Aslan and Narnia. He is also highly intelligent. He prefers being alone, and can be very aloof to strangers. However, he is loyal to the few close friends he has.
History/Sample Post: I modified this from another RP. Kav is speaking about his life to King Peter. This is way more than the panther would usually speak, but Peter is going through a hard time. Kav is no good at playing the comforter, and so he just babbles on, hoping that something he says is right. Also, he tells this story to a very few, though it is very important to him, and so it is kind of a release for him to tell it.
As the silence stretched out between the two, Kav searched for something -- anything -- to say to comfort the king. Normally the panther was perfectly fine with silence, but this time he wished he was better with words. The king's worries seemed to be growing worse by the moment, and Kav wanted nothing more than to alleviate them a little. He was finally working up the courage to say at least something, when the High King's voice startled him.
"Do you have any family?"
Kav almost got up and left. He didn't want to answer the question; it brought back too many difficult memories. But this was King Peter asking. For Narnia's beloved High King, Kav would stay.
"No." The word came out a little more shortly than he had intended.
Softening a little, the panther continued, "My parents abandoned me when I was young, leaving me to fend for myself." A hint of anger colored these words, but it was replaced by love as he went on. "I did have something of a sister, though. A she-wolf named Farris -- who wouldn't leave me alone no matter how hard I tried to push her away at first. And I did try. I was cynical and sarcastic, afraid of getting too close to anyone for fear they'd hurt me. But she was so annoyingly persistant!" He laughed a little, then became silent, lost in memories.
Finally, he began again, quietly. "We became close friends. It was amazing, since we were so different. But despite our closeness, I never understood her obsession with Aslan. She'd rave on and on about the lion's greatness and what he had done, but I didn't believe he existed. Sure, I'd heard all the stories. But I'd never met Aslan, and from what I'd heard of him, he seemed too much like a fairy tale, a crutch for the weak to hang on to. Oh yeah, I thought I had it all figured out." Another laugh, but this one was in self-deprecation. "But one day, while were walking along through the forest, a couple of ghouls came along, looking for mischief. They attacked and Farris..." Kav's face grew blank and distant. "...Farris was killed almost immediately. I...I basically went mad. I don't remember much of what happened after that, but I do know I killed those cursed ghouls."
Another pause. "The next clear memory I have is of a magnificent lion standing in front of me. And though I had denied him for so long, I knew without a doubt that it could be none other than Aslan himself. We talked for a long time. It amazed me that he would spend so much time with me -- who hardly deserved to be in his presence -- when he obviously had much more important things to do. But... he changed me somehow. And he made me realize that everything that had happened was for a purpose, and that I was important to him." He still didn't understand how that could be true, but he now trusted the lion with all his heart. "Following his advice, I went to Cair Paravel, and ended up joining your army. And well, here I am today."
Suddenly, Kav knew what he should say to his king, even if the other didn't listen. "Your majesty -- if Aslan has a plan for my life, then how much more does he have a plan for yours? He chose you to be the High King, remember? And you know he is capable of carrying out that plan. Even if we may not understand how he works, can't we trust that it'll all work together for good? So why worry? Aslan is in control."
And then, slightly embarrassed, the panther looked away. He wasn't used to talking so much. And he had just told his whole story, which he had told to only a select few before. What in the world had compelled him to tell it now? Yet it had just seemed right to do so.
Still, Kav avoided looking at the High King.
"Do you have any family?"
Kav almost got up and left. He didn't want to answer the question; it brought back too many difficult memories. But this was King Peter asking. For Narnia's beloved High King, Kav would stay.
"No." The word came out a little more shortly than he had intended.
Softening a little, the panther continued, "My parents abandoned me when I was young, leaving me to fend for myself." A hint of anger colored these words, but it was replaced by love as he went on. "I did have something of a sister, though. A she-wolf named Farris -- who wouldn't leave me alone no matter how hard I tried to push her away at first. And I did try. I was cynical and sarcastic, afraid of getting too close to anyone for fear they'd hurt me. But she was so annoyingly persistant!" He laughed a little, then became silent, lost in memories.
Finally, he began again, quietly. "We became close friends. It was amazing, since we were so different. But despite our closeness, I never understood her obsession with Aslan. She'd rave on and on about the lion's greatness and what he had done, but I didn't believe he existed. Sure, I'd heard all the stories. But I'd never met Aslan, and from what I'd heard of him, he seemed too much like a fairy tale, a crutch for the weak to hang on to. Oh yeah, I thought I had it all figured out." Another laugh, but this one was in self-deprecation. "But one day, while were walking along through the forest, a couple of ghouls came along, looking for mischief. They attacked and Farris..." Kav's face grew blank and distant. "...Farris was killed almost immediately. I...I basically went mad. I don't remember much of what happened after that, but I do know I killed those cursed ghouls."
Another pause. "The next clear memory I have is of a magnificent lion standing in front of me. And though I had denied him for so long, I knew without a doubt that it could be none other than Aslan himself. We talked for a long time. It amazed me that he would spend so much time with me -- who hardly deserved to be in his presence -- when he obviously had much more important things to do. But... he changed me somehow. And he made me realize that everything that had happened was for a purpose, and that I was important to him." He still didn't understand how that could be true, but he now trusted the lion with all his heart. "Following his advice, I went to Cair Paravel, and ended up joining your army. And well, here I am today."
Suddenly, Kav knew what he should say to his king, even if the other didn't listen. "Your majesty -- if Aslan has a plan for my life, then how much more does he have a plan for yours? He chose you to be the High King, remember? And you know he is capable of carrying out that plan. Even if we may not understand how he works, can't we trust that it'll all work together for good? So why worry? Aslan is in control."
And then, slightly embarrassed, the panther looked away. He wasn't used to talking so much. And he had just told his whole story, which he had told to only a select few before. What in the world had compelled him to tell it now? Yet it had just seemed right to do so.
Still, Kav avoided looking at the High King.
The only other thing I have to add is that in the army (which he's been a part of now for four years), Kav most often serves as a spy or a scout, for he still prefers to work alone.
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